We woke next day to the sound of knocking on our door. The receptionist handed me a tray loaded with our breakfast when I opened the door. She gave me an embarrassed look, no doubt as a result of sow's actions of the previous evening. We sat down ate the table and hungrily consumed a hearty breakfast. Once we had finished eating we dressed, for the last time I hoped, in our ridiculously skimpy costumes. We had to go into town to buy some make-up to compliment the bizarre costumes we were to wear to the "heavy" club.

Sow selected the lipsticks, mascaras, nail polishes, and other cosmetics we required. I must admit I was quite excited by this as I had not worn make-up since my banishment, and longed for the sensations of humiliation that being made up like a woman had always brought to the surface in me. We returned to our motel at about mid afternoon and showered, and in my case, shaved carefully, in readiness for the donning of our sexy outfits.

The moment had arrived. I laid out our costumes on the bed, and decided that I would dress sow first, and then she could take care of me. The submissive girl's eyes shone with excitement. I started off by lightly dusting sow's legs with talcum powder and then smoothing the fine, scarlet latex stockings up her gorgeous limbs. The tops of the hose reached to just past the mid points of sow's full, smooth thighs. I could tell from the dreamy expression on her beautiful face that the girl loved the erotic sensations of the sensuous material on her skin.

Next I draped the main ensemble of the costume over sow's shoulders. I drew a pair of thin leather straps through her legs, and loosely fastened them to others running down her back from her neck. I then fastened the straps that enclosed her torso, one just below her huge tits, and the other just above her belly button. This allowed me to concentrate on the two really erotic items of what was essentially a body harness of polished black leather. I attended to her massive, lovely tits first. The strap that enveloped her torso below those jutting mounds was equipped, in the front, with two combinations of shiny, black, stretch velour material, and multiple tiny leather straps, tapes really, for they were too thin to be called straps.

The velour tubes, attached to the upper torso strap close to the chest, were about three inches in diameter, and an equal size in length. I took the first one and went to work. I stretched the tube open as widely as my strength would allow, and then began to work it onto the mound of sow's large, creamy tit. Once I had the tube over the top half of the mound I set about working it down to the base. It took some time, such is the sheer size of the tit, but eventually it was in place. It enclosed the wide base of the breast and squeezed its firm flesh quite strongly. This, of course, caused the balloon of tit meat that protruded from the other end of the tube to swell, and bulge lewdly, the nipple at its end also swelling and hardening with the pressure applied by the elasticity of the velour tube. I quickly repeated the action with sow's other huge udder, and then went around to her back and tightened the strap to which the velour cylinders were attached, ensuring that they were not able to slip forward on her smooth, creamy tit flesh.

Moving back around to the front of her body, I went to work on the remainder of the preparations associated with her tits. Two small velour tubes were now resting against the already stiffened meat of her big nipples These were only about an inch in both diameter and length, and four thin, supple leather tapes attached them to the stretched cylinders now squeezing the bases of her massive mounds so tightly, hung quite loosely over her bulging tit flesh. I worked the two smaller elasticised tubes over each of the swollen teats until they tightly, but sensuously, squeezed the tit meat just below the bases of the teats. I quickly drew each of the tiny straps tight and fixed them in place, so that they could serve their design purpose, to keep the velour tubes in place below the teats from slipping up over them.

"Oh, piglet, darling," sow breathed in obvious excitement, "What a deliciously clever harness. My tits feel so good, and my teats are tingling with pleasure." I stood back and inspected the results of my efforts. The bizarre harness did indeed enhance the sexiness, and delightful submissiveness, of sow's gorgeous big tits. The tubes squeezing their bases caused the bare portions of the enormous mounds to bulge erotically, and the tiny black leather straps connecting those large tubes to the smaller ones below her teats enhanced the sheer seductiveness of the quasi bondage effect. The teats themselves were, by now, fully stiffened, and had swelled deliciously. I could just imagine how the harness was affecting sow, both physically and psychologically.

To complete the adornment of her tits I took two quite heavy cut glass pendants with rings attached. I placed each of these through her pierced teats so that the pendants hung from her stiff nipples seductively. The whole affect was one of pure erotic sensuality. I smiled at sow, then knelt at her feet, telling her to spread her legs. I drew the final two straps of the body harness through her legs, taking extreme care in their positioning. Each strap was carefully placed on either side of the long, plump lips of her exquisite pussy. The insides of these straps had been treated with a special, glue like substance that kept them from slipping around on her smooth skin once they were in place. The two straps crossed over on that section of flesh between the bottom where her pussy lips joined, and her anal rosebud, then rose up, a few inches apart, up her voluptuous bottom cheeks. I fixed these two straps to buckles on the strap around her waist, pulling them tight enough to ensure that they would not slip.

The positioning of these two straps not only caused sow's pussy lips to pout, but also split her svelte bottom cheeks seductively, although not widely enough to actually bare her anus. Hanging from the front of the low slung waist strap were six garters, evenly spaced, one hanging down the front of each thigh, one down each hip, and the third down the centre of each buttock. I clipped each of these to the tops of her latex hose. These garters were purely for show, of course, as the rubber stockings were highly unlikely to slip down her legs due to the nature of the material they were made of.

Two more items associated with the body harness, only, now remained to be attended to. The first consisted of a circular ring of the same velour material as the tit tubes. The top of this small circular shaped ring of material hung by a single thin leather strap descending from the centre of the waist strap. I pulled the ring of material down and attached the end of another, much smaller strap, fixed to the other side of the circle, to a stud on the centre of the two straps that crossed at the base of her crotch. Then I carefully positioned the circle of velour around sow's plump pussy lips, brushing her fluffy pussy hair out of the way so that the material made full contact with her soft skin. The edges of the circle had also been treated with a sticky substance so that it too could not slip, once pressed into place.

The edges of the velour circle had tiny cords embedded in them. I meticulously pulled on these cords, and securely tied them off, trimming the excess string off with a pair of manicure scissors sow had purchased with our make-up. "Oooooh! That feels so sexy! I feel like my cunt has been turned inside out. It's just gorgeous, darling piglet!" Sow cried. I looked at the picture her pussy now made with sensual excitement, making my own blood rush. The circle of material had caused the lips of her pussy to both scrunch up slightly, and, more erotically, to seem to open out like a flower. The pressure caused the whole sex to appear as if it was thrust forward in open, seductive invitation. Sow's already stiffening girl prick was completely exposed, its head, and a small length of it's stem protruding from its protective sheath of skin, and the ragged edged mouth of her cunt pit gaped open lewdly.

I took another, slightly smaller pendant, and ran its tiny ring through the piercing mid way down the stem of sow's semi erect girl prick. When in place this little ring made sure that sow's clitoral stalk was kept exposed, and the small glass bead hung down over the splayed open mouth of her pussy pit. The whole effect was to both expose, and then highlight the interior meat of her lovely pussy, and it certainly did that. Sow was beside herself with excitement at the erotic picture her lovely body now made. She pirouetted in front of the room's full length mirror, preening and prancing in delight. She looked like a perfect erotic picture of sensual submission, and was obviously loving it.

I had just one more surprise for her, and set about revealing it. A single strap was attached to the centre of her waist strap on her back. About an inch from the other end of this strap a ten inch long, one inch thick dildo was fastened to its inside. I sucked the smooth plastic length of the dildo into my mouth to wet its surface, and then slipped my face into the split between sow's lovely bottom cheeks and tongued the spicy ring of her rosebud anus to moisten, and loosen it. I then drove the full length of the dildo into her rectum, eliciting a small squeal of both surprise and delight from her. Once the dildo was fully inside her, I attached the other end of the strap to a stud next to the one that held her pussy presenter in place.

This completed the main preparations of sow's costuming. After admiring herself for a few more minutes in the mirror, and assailing me with how sexy and submissive she felt, we started on my attire. In truth, my costume was identical to sow's in most respects. There was no tit harness, of course, in its place were two circles of stretch velour which, when in place on my chest, circled my nipples. I too had an identical set of cut glass pendants attached to my nipples through their piercings. The weight of the pendants dangling from my small teats made them both stiffen, and tingle with pleasure.

In place of the circle that spread open sow's beautiful pussy, my costume had three connected stretch velour circlets. One was about two inches long, and a three quarters of an inch in diameter. The other two were only an inch long, and about the same diameter. Sow worked studiously, feeding each of my fat testicles through the two smaller circlets. When she had finished, and after she had worked my pubic hair out of the way, my balls bulged obscenely, and were widely separated. They looked like two completely separate knobs of white meat. She then worked the other tube of stretch material over my limp prick, working it down to the base of the long thick stem. She then caressed my sex stalk until it was fully erect and hard. When in place the collar of stretch material squeezed the base of my prick tightly, but not uncomfortably so, and, of course, served its purpose, to ensure that my cock remained erect.

When she had finished my cock and balls were presented, in erotic sexual arousal, and in a sensual form of symbolic bondage. She completed her preparation of my genitals by hanging another cut glass pendant from the piercing immediately behind my fat, swollen cock head. I was filled with deliciously submissive sensations, that were only enhanced when sow drove a dildo deeply into my tight arsehole, and connected its strap between my legs, trapping the long plastic prick in my arsehole. I inspected my bizarrely adorned body, and shivered with erotic delight at the bizarre picture it presented. My legs encased in thin, sensuous, latex stockings with their sexy garters, my stiff little nipples accentuated by the circles of material surrounding them, and sexily decorated with the titillating pendants, and most of all, the completely wanton fashion in which my balls, and aroused cock were exhibited.

I brushed out sow's long blonde hair until it shone lustrously, and then tied it into a pony tail at the very top of her head. I then worked a tight latex rubber full head discipline helmet over her head. The helmet had a small opening at its apex through which I drew her long pony tail. I adjusted the edges of the fine latex covering around her beautiful face until it was the only part of her head that was visible. When I was satisfied sow's head and most of her neck was completely covered in scarlet latex, with only her facial features bare. The effect was electrifying. She looked utterly erotic, and submissively bizarre.

Sow repeated the favour and soon my head was enclosed in its scarlet latex envelope, and my long hair hung down from its pony tail. Sow then sat me down, insisting that she was going to attend to my make-up first. First she applied a layer of foundation make-up all over my face, transforming its skin into a smooth white state. She then applied a light dusting of rouge to my cheek bones, accentuated them beautifully. Sow then went to work on my eyes. A heavy dusting of black eye shadow was applied to my eyelids and then starkly outlined in silver, then my eye lashes were treated to a rich coating of mascara, and finally my eyebrows were carefully plucked and shaped with eyebrow pencil.

Sow then finished off her job by painting my lips with shocking pink lip gloss which she outlined in glossy black. She spent an indeterminate amount of time touching my face up, wanting the make-up job to be perfect in every respect. Only when she was finally satisfied, did she allow me to inspect her work. I looked at my face in the mirror with waves of erotic excitement causing my heart to pound. The clever vixen had transformed my male features completely. My face now looked like that of an attractive woman, in fact, I suspect anyone seeing my face only, would swear that I was a girl, albeit a wanton slut of a one, such was the heavy, whorish nature of the make over.

Sow then took my place on the chair, and I went to work on her lovely face. We were both quite expert in applying cosmetics, a result of the training of our previous owners who both insisted that our appearances should not only clearly represent our status as sex slaves, but also to be technically perfect. One of my duties to my old Mistress was also, of course, to perform as her personal beautition. By the time I had finished with sow's face, it was made up identically to my own. We both looked at ourselves in the mirror, and sow, ever the mocker, petulantly complained that I looked like a sexier girl than she did.

We painted each others fingernails with scarlet polish to complete our cosmetic jobs and then strapped each others almost impossibly high heeled pumps on. We spent almost all of the next half an hour teetering around in the bizarre shoes, until we were at least able to move at a reasonable pace without falling flat on our faces. I didn't want it to take forever for us to walk to the club, so we practiced diligently. It was, of course, really a refresher course in walking in ridiculously high heels for us, both having had to move about in such footwear almost constantly in our earlier captivity.

We were now ready for our cataclysmic encounter. I looked at the clock and found that we still had three hours to kill before it would be time to leave for the club. Having taken so much care with our preparations, we were loath to do anything to spoil our appearance, so we were in for a few hours of boredom. Sow wanted us to go into town to show ourselves off, but I reminded her that we would certainly be arrested if seen in the street looking like we did, so we settled for ordering a room service meal.

I insisted that sow don her neck to ankle cloak when a knock on the door heralded the arrival of our food. I hid in the bathroom while she took care of the delivery boy. I tried to explain to her that I had only hidden as a precautionary measure, but she insisted, in her normal teasing fashion, that I hid because I was embarrassed by my bizarre appearance. We took our time over our meal, and ate every last scrap of food, essentially because we could not be sure how long it may be before we were able to eat again, especially if everything went as planned.

After we finished our meal we only had an hour to kill, and sow tried to cajole me into having us leave early so that we could parade up and down the street, and send everyone mad with jealousy of our sexy attire. I laughed as I pointed out to sow that our cloaks were going to hide our lewdly decorated bodies while we walked to the club, so we had nothing to gain, and, on a more serious note, a lot to lose if anything happened to us that might spoil our careful preparations, and therefore, perhaps, jeapodise our chances of being picked out by the mysterious Master. Sow had to fight against her immediate need to satisfy her strong exhibitionist tendencies, and the longer term longing for us to find someone to cater to our craving for sexual servitude, and, of course, the strong, new urges we both had to satisfy our burgeoning masochistic leanings. Fortunately the latter won out, and she at least paid lip service to patience.

Finally, it was time to leave. Sow took the pair of cuffs she had so wantonly had us obtain, and locked one onto her wright wrist. She then locked the other onto my left, secreting the key in the velour tube that captured the base of her left tit, saying in all seriousness, "This, darling piglet, should make anyone who shows an interest in us that we come as a pair". I'm sure both our hearts pounded with the same intensity, a mixture of fear, anticipation, and longing as we prepared to leave. I took enough money from my wallet to cover the entrance fee to the club, then took a little more in case the costs had risen following the renovations. Better to be safe than sorry. We left everything else in our room as it should be if we planned to return, which, of course, we might well have had to, if things didn't pan out as hoped. We donned our volumous cloaks, and ventured forth with hopeful expectations.

We walked, painfully slowly at first on our ridiculously high heeled shoes, but increasing our pace as we grew more and more accustomed to the awkwardness. When we reached a small bridge over a stream sow stopped us. She reached into her cloak and retrieved the key to our cuffs, and threw it into the swirling waters. I commented with mock sarcasm, "I suppose a bridge is an appropriate place to burn your bridges." Sow made a face at me, then made her usual cantankerous rejoinder, "You're never getting rid of my now, are you, little piglet?" We went on our way. It took us a good half an hour to reach the club, and I was relieved to find that it had re-opened as promised. It would have ben just too much if the renovations had taken longer than expected, and we had had to return to out motel, having wasted our preparations. Sow, I suspect, would not have been so downhearted, after all, it would have meant the bolt cutters for our cuffs, and that would have meant getting another pair, wouldn't it?

It was just as well that I took the precaution of bringing extra cash for the price of entry had indeed gone up, the excuse for the rise being the added attractions the renovated establishment now offered. "Even heavier", was the comment of the thug guarding the door who took our money. The effect of our costumes, even when almost completely hidden from view, was obvious on his face, and in his reaction, "You two girls are going to just love it inside, especially if you're as submissive as those getups promise." I blushed in embarrassment, the man had taken me for a female without a second thought, the delicious sensation of humiliation that coursed through me was just like that I had always experienced when my former Mistress had made me into a girl, for my erotic shame, and her own pleasure in having forced me to do it.

I was looking around for a place to stow our cloaks when sow tugged excitedly at my arm, and pointed out an large notice board to me. It announced that one of the attractions for the night was to be a fashion parade for submissive costuming, "Let's enter that, darling piglet," She cried in a voice laced with excitement, "It'll be a delicious way for us to show off our gorgeously sexy uniforms." I flushed with delightful shame at this obviously humiliating suggestion. I had hoped to have the opportunity to show off my bizarre attire in a slightly less public, and attention drawing fashion. It is true that I was slowly getting back into the habit of subjecting myself to erotic humiliation, but it had been so long since this style of wanton degradation had been a way of life to me, that I still harboured a superficial resistance to letting myself go, uninhibitedly, in such shaming fashion.

Not so, the delicious sow. She was an unabashed, and consummate exhibitionist, and simply adored flaunting her voluptuous charms whenever she got the opportunity. It is also fair to point out that sow, as a beautiful girl, found it easy to parade her sensuous charms adorned in bizarre, but feminine finery while I, a male, found that wearing so obviously feminine attire brought its own special brand of embarrassment, something she had never experienced. I had always been jealous of women in this respect. It seems that society had granted the female exclusive rights to the sexiest, and most erotic means of decorating their bodies, while condemning the male to the mundane and functional. That is why, I suppose, I had always harboured a particular delight in being forced to display my body in erotic feminine finery.

Sow, taking the lead now, had soon located the person in charge of the parade. The leather clad woman proved reluctant to sow's request, stating that the card for the parade was already full. She had reckoned without sow's persistence however, and was subjected to one of the lewd little slut's best performances of wheedling and pleading. Eventually the exasperated woman gave in, but warned sow that she would whip our arses most cruelly if we were not up to the standard she expected, in either the nature of our attire, or in the submissive manner with which we displayed it.

Sow returned her attention to me, a look of superior triumph on her face, as if to say, I told you so. I, in the meantime had been scanning the establishment for a space for us, and had found an empty love seat quite close to the stage. We quickly moved over to this seat, before anyone else could take it. I noted that our strange appearance was attracting plenty of attention from some of the other patrons, and smiled to myself while speculating at what their reactions may have been had they been able to see us without our cloaks.

Almost as soon as we were comfortably seated, the first showing of the parade of slaves was announced. The first slave to show off his stuff was a male modelling the latest in cock and ball sheaths. The young male was entirely nude, and his arms were held behind his back, captured in an arm binder laced from armpits to finger tips. In his smoothly shaven crotch his cock and balls were completely encased in shiny black leather. His prick was obviously in full erection. Its entire length was enclosed in its sheath, including the bulging head. The leather was obviously thin and supple, and fitted him like a second skin. The tiny laces cris crossing the length of it adding to the visually erotic design of the sheath. The male's balls were also laced tightly into a small leather pouch, and bulged sexily at the base of his erection. The young man pranced back and forth across the stage, undulating his hips like a seasoned stripper, and thrusting his leather enclosed cock and balls at the watching audience, while a popular song was played on the clubs sound system.

This man left the stage at the end of the song to a smattering of applause. He was followed by three female performers who modelled a variety of submissively erotic attire, with varying levels of sensual expertise. It was all really quite tame, I thought, and from the look on sweet sow's beautiful face, I could tell that she felt the same. During a short break in the parade I took the opportunity to scan the rest of the room. I noted that the negro couple were in attendance. The huge black woman had a naked, white, male slave kneeling before her, his bare bottom cheeks raised high, and swaying lewdly. She was idle slapping the waving cheeks with a leather strap every few moments, and their skin had already taken on a slightly rosy hue. Her partner merely sat in a chair next to her, sipping on a drink.

Some other dominant patrons were subjecting naked, or near naked slaves to a variety of relatively mild punishments. Obviously, this early into the night the players were just warming up, and it seemed that none of the ornate, and quite intricately designed bondage apparatus were as yet being used. Certainly none of the quite cruel punishment instruments were in use as yet. I also noted, with some disappointment, that the weird Master had not made an appearance as yet.

The first performance, after the parade of slaves resumed, happened to be the negro Master's personal slave girl. She pranced onto the stage to the music of a suggestive song. She wore a body harness of scarlet leather straps that only served to enhance her nudity, presenting her fat tits in lewdly, squeezing their bases so that they swelled and bounced sensuously, and framing her smooth skinned mound sexily, highlighting her Master's recently applied brand. The sexy little slave pranced and frolicked back and forth, shaking her tits and rotating her plump bottom erotically, and making a show of flaunting her branded sex mound at the watchers. Her performance was met with slightly more enthusiastic applause from the audience, when the music finally heralded the completion of her performance.

The next three acts were all male slaves modelling a variety of cock presenting and accentuating items. I was quite shocked to see that none of the slave's sported a stiff cock during his act. I could not understand how a male slave could bear to flaunt himself before his superiors with a limp prick. To me it was disgustingly disrespectful to dominants when a male slave did not show his excitement, and gratitude at being in their presence, by displaying a stiff prick, not only to display clear evidence of this, but also purely for their visual entertainment. I was beginning to wonder about this so called "heavy club".

At the end of this trio of acts it was announced that there would be another short break, and then the final two acts of the parade would be staged. It was obvious that sow was disappointed by the tame nature of the displays put on to date, not to mention yet another delay before we were to be given our opportunity to entertain. She was of the same opinion as I about the slovenly performance of most of the slaves who had performed to this time. She said to me that we had better be prepared to add some submissive class to proceedings, or the dominants would not be getting anything like their moneys worth. I could but agree.

The penultimate act began. I was both surprised, and shocked to see that it featured the transsexual from the Bondage Cafe. I had obviously assumed that the deliciously erotic creature with the mouth wateringly beautiful cock and balls was a dominant. He/she had certainly played that role at the bizarre cafe. The recognition that I had served so submissively and intimately, another slave, caused me to shiver with delicious mortification. The gorgeous sexual animal was dressed in one of the sexiest, and most erotic costumes of silk and lace that I could ever remember having seen. It must have cost a fortune, both to make, and to adorn with the clusters of gems that decorated its flowing robes.

The front of the costume was split from waist to ankle, revealing the transsexual's long lovely legs, clad in sheer silk pastel pink hose with scarlet satin garters. His/her beautiful prick, stiff and erect I'm happy to say, stood out from a scarlet satin flower arrangement at the centre of which the lovely balls rested. The perfectly shaped head of the prick had been painted with pale pink gloss, and looked utterly delicious. From a tiny collar enclosing the cock stem, just below the painted glans hung numerous glittering gems. The overall effect was wonderfully erotic, and somehow radiated a special kind of submissiveness.

The transsexual's torso was fitted with lace trimmed satin that reached right up to his/her slender neck. Two lace edged cut outs allowed the full, smooth globes of his/her tits to jut out freely, and clusters of glistening gems hung from her stiff teats. The gorgeous creature spun around and we saw that his/her body was covered, from neck to ankle in the same sensual material, except that his/her pert bottom cheeks protruded, bare and smooth. The lovely transsexual danced and erotic dance for us, enticingly flaunting his/her incredible sexuality with obvious pride and lust.

I winced in pain when sow pinched the tip of my prick hard through the material of my cloak, "I still can't believe you got to suck on that beautiful cock last night, and I didn't!" She whispered petulantly. Then on a more serious note she continued, "We're going to have to be at our sluttish, and submissive best to outshine this performance, little piglet, so you had better get in the mood!" I didn't need any urging, I can tell you. My blood was racing, and my prick throbbed with arousal. I was certainly primed to give my best, and most delightfully submissive all, I was sure.

The applause that met the beautiful transsexual's performance end was easily the loudest, and lasted the longest so far. My heart began to pound with excitement. It was now our turn. The announcer slid up behind us and ordered, "Get ready, sluts, and remember my warning!" She then asked us what music we would like, and sow answered for us, requesting a sexy number we both knew well. With pulse racing we stood up and walked to the stairs that led up onto the stage. We waited in the wings while we were being announced, and then pranced onto the stage when our music started, and into the spotlight, like two playful little girls, swishing our long pony tails, and swaying our hips exaggeratedly under our cloaks.

After having traversed the length of the stage three times in this fashion, to titillate the interest of the audience, we retreated to its rear, and faced away from the viewers. We then unclasped our cloaks, and allowed them to slowly, and teasingly drift down to the floor. At the same time we sexily undulated our bare bottoms, bending forward to present the smooth cheeks to the audience. Still erotically waving our bare bottoms we edged our way forward until we were again nearing the front edge of the stage. "Now!" sow whispered to me.

We turned through one eighty degrees, until we faced the crowd. The sight of our bizarrely decorated bodies brought gasps of delight from sections of the audience. We remained stock still for a few bars of the music, and then began to dance once again. We undulated and ground our hips sensuously, and rutted our crotches at the viewers with lewd and lascivious abandon. Sow's wantonly presented pussy flashed at them, and her girl prick was as stiff as steel, with its pendant swinging alluringly with her sensuous movements.

My rock hard prick swayed erotically, and my bulging balls ached with pleasure. Sow shook her mountainous tits at the excited gathering. Our heavily made up faces wore grins of pure lascivious pride as our lecherously gyrating bodies moved back and forth on the stage in perfect time to the music. At this point my blood was boiling, and my mind was overcome with the sweet sensations of shame and sexual humiliation. I was back where I belonged, surrendering my sexuality to others like the wanton whore and lewd slut I had always remained. Sow, I'm sure, felt exactly the same, I knew how she adored debasing her beautiful body for the pleasure of others. She would be in paradise.

We continued our erotic performance until the music finally stopped. There was complete silence as we bowed low at the end of our performance, then applause broke out, and seemed to drown out every other sound around us. The clapping lasted for what must have been minutes before it began to ebb. Sow and I took continuous bows, between encore bouts of lascivious gyrating, all the time. When the applause had finally ended, and i stared out into the club my heart leapt, and a surge of adrenalin flashed through my veins. The bizarre Master was standing at the rear of the room gazing intently at us. He was, of course, flanked by the two leather uniformed men that I had been informed always attended him.

I was mesmerised, and was only able to tear my eyes away when I felt sow tugging at my cuffed wrist. I made to go to the back of the stage, so that we could retrieve our cloaks, but sow would have none of it. Our bizarrely adorned bodies were exposed now, and they were going to remain so, as far as she was concerned. I, somewhat reluctantly, acceded to her insistence, and we left the stage and resumed our seats. Sow reached into my lap and squeezed the stalk of my throbbing prick, "That was just lovely, piglet, darling," She breathed, "I was so excited I actually though that I would come. My pussy is as wet as can be, and my girl prick is so stiff that it is aching with pleasure."

I listened to her erotic chatter for a few seconds and then leant over and whispered to her, "He's here, darling. No! Don't look around! We don't want to make him suspicious. Make him aware that we know about him. It might make him wary of our intentions. Come here, I'll give you a big hug, then you can have a look at him." I took sow in my arms and, after kissing her lips gently, pulled her close so that her face could rest on my shoulder. I began to describe the Master to her so that she could pick him out, but she shushed me, saying she had easily recognised him from my earlier descriptions. I held her close, luxuriating at the sensation of her huge tits against my chest.

Sow remained in her position against my body, her fingers still sensually caressing the hot, hard stalk of my stiff, aching cock. She had obviously found something of interest going on behind us. I hoped that she was not attempting to attract the Master's attention too obviously. My own attention was attracted by renewed activity on the stage. The huge black Master, his fabulous prick dangling heavily between his massive, leather clad thighs, had mounted the area, dragging his tiny slave, nude as the day she was born, after him. Three naked male slaves, all sporting stiff pricks, crawled up after them.

The club announcer's voice sounded over the intercom, "Ladies, gentlemen, and slaves, you are now going to be treated to a spectacle of punishment, to be followed by an exhibition of unbridled sexual lust and depravity. The lewd, personal slut of one of our most popular, and well known Masters, has apparently spent the last three days begging and pestering him to allow her to be subjected to the complete sexual experience that is commonly known as `Being taken around the world' which I'm sure you all realise involves a slut being fucked in all of her orifices, cunt, arsehole, and, of course, mouth. The Master, having finally become totally exasperated by the continual wheedling of his slut, agreed to her lewd plea, with a couple of provisos of his own thrown in. Firstly he has decreed that she be fucked in all her depraved holes all right, but simultaneously, not one after the other, as she had hoped, and that she would be required to do all the work. Before she is granted this privilege she is to receive a full body whipping from her Master, for annoying him so impudently, and so persistently."

The sound system fell silent, its noise being replaced with a growing buzz of excitement from the gathered crowd. Sow struggled softly in my arms, trying to turn her body around so that she could see the goings on, on the stage. It was obviously going to be more entertaining than anything she had been watching behind us. I loosened my hold on her, and allowed her to settle in close to me, one of her soft warm thighs crossing one of mine. Her hand did not break contact with my prick, however, despite her movements. I allowed one hand to drop into the juncture of her splayed thighs, and tenderly petted the tip of her rock hard girl prick, but not erotically enough to risk bringing her to orgasm. We had pledged, after our last bout of sexual gymnastics in the motel room, that we would not climax through our own free will until we were taken in hand by dominants unless, of course, we were unlucky enough not to be taken in hand on this night.

The tiny slave on the stage had her lovely nudity strapped to an adjustable bondage rack. The design of the rack was such that her body would be presented, defenceless and vulnerable in a number of different postures that would allow each of the sensitive parts of her anatomy to be punished in turn. The first posture she was placed in presented her shapely bottom to her punisher, its lovely cheeks split wide, baring the intimate hole of her cute arse ring. The magnificent negro Master took up a long thin cane. He wasted no time in delivering ten stinging strokes to the perfect cheeks of the slave's arse, causing her to shriek shrilly with hurt.

He threw down the vicious cane, and patted the well striped arse cheeks lovingly with one hand while retrieving a supple jockey's whip with the other. Ten savagely dealt out strokes cracked into the chasm between those heavily striped bottom slabs, eliciting fresh squeals of pain from the suffering slave. The brutal strokes were delivered with extreme precision, ensuring that the whip's lash sliced into the slave's anal ring with each one. This whip was then discarded, and the sobbing slave's bound body re-positioned, so that her soft, plump tits drooped out at waist level to her cruel owner.

The Master took possession of a paddle of the same type the club doorman had used on sow's bottom the night before. He was soon busy battering his slave's defencelessly hanging tits with the paddle. His torment of the soft, fleshy globes caused then to dance around on her slender torso, and to redden markedly. While her lovely tits were pounded the slave moaned in pain, and tears began to course down her cheeks. A close look at her eyes, however, clearly showed that she was adoring her suffering, they literally shone with delight. The Master finally tired of thrashing his slut's burning udders, and her posture was again changed.

This time her cruelly splayed crotch was presented for torment, the bald mound, adorned with its spectacular brand, the spread open lips of her delicious young pussy, the already dripping meat of the mouth of her cuntal tube, and, of course, the tiny stalk of her stiff, throbbing girl prick, all open and totally unprotected against the punishment about to be meted out to them. The cruel Master took up a heavy leather strap first, and delivered a dozen stinging blows with it to her branded mound. The suffering slave girl wailed in pure anguish at the sheer intensity of her pain. But it was only just beginning.

Next the huge negro took hold of a wider, but equally heavily constructed strap. He used this to pound the swollen cunt lips of his young slave, bruising her sensitive and delicate flesh horrifically while he obviously enjoyed her piercing shrieks of pain and misery. He threw down the strap and took up a final implement of punishment, a long leather coated rod, with a snappy, six inch lash at its tip. He grinned cruelly at his pain soaked slut, then brought the evil whip lash down slicing its brutal lash deeply into the meat of her split open sex gash. The wounded slave howled in agony.

The sadistic Master slashed his slave's gaping slit over and over. And her howls of unadulterated agony reverberated around the otherwise silent club. By the time he was finished the lash of his whip was soaked with the spicy juices of the slut's drooling cuntal swamp. Her smooth mound was red in colour, her plump, juicy twat flaps swollen and bruised, and the meat of her pain soaked trench almost scarlet in colour, and despite the agony that had been so ruthlessly inflicted on its delicate flesh, absolutely dripped with a flood of sexual liquids.

While the savagely punished slave girl's chest heaved with racking sobs, and rivers of tears of joy ran down her cheeks, the announcer reminded the audience that the event still had a way to go, "Well, friends, I'll bet that has warmed the wilful little slut up. Now let's see how enthusiastically she goes about enjoying her depraved fucking!" A low slung, leather padded bench was dragged into the centre of the stage. One of the male slaves then lay on his back on it, and spread his thighs so that another of the slaves could kneel between his legs. When in position the long, thick, stiff cocks of the two slaves arched out from their shorn crotches closely enough together for the slut to accommodate both at the same time in her wanton cunt and arse pits.

The third male slave stood at the other end of the bench, his rock hard prick thrusting out from his groin sexily. While these preparations were taking place the little slave girl performed for the audience. She stood facing outwards, her hands clasped behind her head, and rolled her shoulders shaking her well punished tits sensuously while, at the same time, undulating and rutting her brutally whipped cunt at us in a display of sheer erotic depravity. She obviously adored her status as a slut and slave, and was clearly a consummate masochist. The flow of tears had stopped completely, and the lascivious little harlot smiled lecherously at us, while flaunting her brutally punished sexuality in utter, wanton licentiousness, and obvious lust crazed delight.

With a final flourish, for the benefit of the audience once all was in readiness, the deliciously submissive little slut knelt and kissed the tip of her owner's superb cock as a sign of her subservience, then expressed her gratitude for the cruelty of her recent punishment, and her absolute delight at being permitted to demonstrate the depths of her depravity before such a large and distinguished audience. During the slave girl's punishment I had had to pry sow's fingers from my throbbing prick. She had become so engrossed, and excited, by the performance that she had lost control of her own hand, and threatened to masturbate me to climax. Now she reached back down to my arching cock, and began to erotically caress it once again, in time with the sensual frigging I continued to subject her stiff girl prick to.

With a radiant look of sublime happiness on her face the tiny slave girl straddled the belly of the prone male slave, and positioned her bottom near to the two pricks that waited to be served by her. She reached back to the prone slave's cock first, and carefully wedged its thick head into the gaping mouth of her slick pussy. Then she positioned the blunt head of the kneeling slave's cock against the tight ring of her arsehole. With a sigh of utter joy she threw her hips back, and the entire lengths of both pricks disappeared into her welcoming holes, to the very hilt. She then leant forward, and swallowed the remaining prick into her mouth, right down to its thick root.

"Oh, darling piglet, I wish it were me up there! How utterly delighted that little whore must feel, to be assaulted by so much gorgeous stiff cock!" Sow whispered excitedly while we watched the lewd harlot go to work. She swung her hips and rolled her skewered arse like the bitch in heat that she was. Her throat gulped at the prick buried in it like a starving waif. Her plump reddish, abused tits were soon flying around on her slender torso as she contrived to fuck her brains out on the stiff cocks she serviced so lecherously. We watched in awe at the hard cocks flashing in and out of her holes, and could only imagine the levels of lust she was experiencing.

Soon we could almost hear the sweating slave girl's muffled squeals of ecstasy as she began to climax for the first time. Her whole body seemed to shudder with pleasure while orgasm after orgasm shook her to her very core. The insatiable little harlot, despite the intensity of her exploding pleasure did not, even for a second, slow down the pace with which she fucked the cocks her Master had granted her. I wondered how the male slaves managed to stop themselves from joining the whore in orgasm. I suppose they had been instructed to let her have her fill before flooding her holes of wanton perversity with their creamy prick juice.

In any event I'm sure that the lascivious little slut came at least ten times before her partners in depravity finally surrendered to the exquisite sensations of her wanton sex holes. The male she was using to rape her mouth was the first to surrender his load. The slave girl, by this time almost exhausted by sexual excess, never the less still retained enough control over her wanton depravity to tear her mouth from the throbbing prick an instant before it exploded, and we were treated to the licentious sight of jet after jet of thick white cream spurting from its tip, straight into the gaping mouth of the ecstatic harlot.

As soon as the spurts ceased the whore dove down on the wilting prick with her mouth once again, and we could see her maw working at draining every drop from the spent stalk, her fingers wildly squeezing the ever slackening balls hanging from it root in her endeavours to do so. Almost simultaneously the two other pricks erupted into her cunt and arse holes, and her still wildly rutting arse slabs increased their lewd gyrations as soon as she felt the boiling juices spurting into her. Her lascivious holes milked each prick incessantly, until it had no more to give, then, and only then, did the slave girl allow her sweating nudity to collapse, in totally sated exhaustion, onto the chest of the male lying below her.

Applause rippled around the room for a few moments, and then the lights over the stage dimmed, and the ones in the viewing area came up. Over the next couple of hours other exhibitions were staged, either of punishment, or pure sexual depravity. Some were interesting and some less so. Quite often what went on among the crowd was as stimulating as the action on the stage.

The longer we waited without contact from the Master, the more anxious I became. My state of mind was not helped by sow's increasing exasperation with me because I deflected the attentions of a number of slaves who wanted to play with us, not to mention a few dominants who expressed an interest in using us for their pleasure and entertainment. But I didn't want to risk the Master deciding not to approach us because we were otherwise engaged. He was still in the club, hidden with his two cohorts in the shadows in the rear.

As it happened I was right to spurn all others in the place, for we learnt later that the Master was careful not to take slaves who appeared to either have existing dominants with them, or who appeared to popular with the general population. Disappearances could attract too much attention if too many people asked questions that could not be reasonably explained away. This, of course, was of no consolation to the frustrated sow who made no bones about the fact that if we were not taken that night, I was going to suffer, and the cock whipping she had administered that night in our mountain retreat would appear like a walk in the park in contrast.

It all happened quite suddenly. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turned my head, prepared to deflect yet another unwanted piece of attention, and my heart leapt into my mouth. Standing there was one of the mysterious Masters acolytes. He stared down at me, while I nudged sow insistently, with a cruel, yet mildly arousing smile playing around his lips. "You look like a couple who might enjoy a private party!" He stated. We both gazed up at him, our mouths gaping and our pulses racing, we nodded our agreement, not trusting our voices. "Mind you," He continued, "What we have in mind is much heavier action than your ever likely to see here, and you two would be the main attraction. Are you sure, because there's no turning back once you commit?"

We almost fell over ourselves getting out of our love seat and falling to our knees before the commanding leather clad man. Our naked arses were soon up in the air, waving lewdly, and our lips were glued to the toes of his highly polished boots in a display of servile submission. The man gave a derisive chuckle, and the next thing I knew his foot was on my neck, pinning me to the floor while he grabbed my hands and cuffed them behind my back with steel handcuffs. Having finished with me the dominant allowed me resume kissing his boot while he repeated the same demeaning process with the beautiful sow.

He then commanded us to kneel up straight. I saw that he held two leashes, about three feet long, and with cruel looking clamps on the ends that would have obviously be attached to us. With a cruel smile he leant down and snapped the clamp of one of the leashes onto the swollen tip of my aching erect, and wildly throbbing prick. A shrill squeal of hurt escaped my gaping mouth before I could suppress it when the stinging bite of the clamp hit me. The commanding male gave me a frown of pure anger so intense that it terrified me. But it also had the desired effect, and I was stunned to silence, despite the intensity of my heart.

He then leant down to sow and clamped her leash to one of her fat cunt lips. Sow barely made a sound when the hurt this caused assailed her. "You are permitted to demonstrate your slavish surrender to all who may deign to notice as we leave, my pets." The leather clad dominant sneered, and then turned his back to us. My heart pounded with excitement and delightful humiliation when I saw that his muscular bottom cheeks were bare, and hung out of his skin tight leather pant cut outs like pale moons of dominant flesh. Both sow and myself shuffled closer to the dominant, and began to kiss the warm flesh of his bare bottom slabs with servile devotion.

Our dominator slowly moved off, tugging at our leashes, not so much to urge us along, but rather to torment us with renewed hurt. We shuffled along behind him on our knees as best we could. By this time our soft submissive tongues were sensuously lapping at his smooth skinned arse slabs. Rather than head straight for the door of the club our dominator took the most circuitous route available, even going back over already crossed space, ensuring that our humiliation was complete, and our total surrender clear for all the club's patrons to see.

Eventually we reached the door. I thought that the man would let us up at this time, but, of course, I was wrong. We continued out onto the crowded street in this dreadfully humiliating fashion. My cheeks burned with shame, as I was sure that sow's would be too. Fortunately we were led to a luxurious black limousine that was parked almost right in front of the club. If we thought we were to ride in the cabin of the big car we were to be disappointed. The leather clad dominant popped the lid of the boot, unleashed us, and ordered us to climb in.

We awkwardly got to our feet, given that our hands were cuffed behind our backs. I blushed furiously when I realised that a crowd had gathered around to watch proceedings. Sow sort of fell into the cavernous pit of the boot, and I followed, my rolling body coming to rest with my face pressed up against one of her bulging tits. The lid of the boot slammed shut plunging us into complete darkness. The boot appeared to be lined completely in soft rubber, so we were relatively comfortable, and soon became aware of movement when the car was driven off.

I explored the soft skin of sow's tit with my lips, until I had found its stiff nipple, then I drew the hard teat in and suckled it tenderly. Our breathing still betrayed our excitement, and terror, at what might lie ahead for us. "Are you scared, darling piglet?" sow whispered, obvious trepidation in her quiet voice. I though about whether I should try to calm her, or admit that my own fear was every bit as great as hers. I decided on the later. It didn't matter any more anyhow, so I admitted to being terrified that we may have got ourselves into a bad situation from which escape might prove impossible.

We conversed quietly the whole way through the trip, that must have lasted well over an hour. We agreed that we had made our beds, and now we must lie in them. After all we had planned on being taken, and now we had been, and had no one to blame but ourselves, and our insatiable craving for submission. This did nothing, of course, to allay our growing sense of terror. The big car finally came to a stop. After a few seconds the boot lid swung open, and a curt voice ordered us to get out. We both clambered out of our confinement, stumbling as we endeavoured to maintain our balance, given both the ridiculous shoes we wore, and, of course, the denial of our arms to assist us. Our leashes were again painfully attached, but this time we were not ordered to crawl behind the dominator.

We entered what appeared to be a huge mansion from what I could see of it, and were ushered down a long, plushly carpeted hallway, and into what looked like a classic drawing room. We were allowed to sit, and looked for a couch capable of taking us both, for we were still linked by our wrist cuffs. Being unable to find a suitable seat, we sat down on the carpeted floor next to a big open fire. The Master then left us alone. About five minutes later two bizarre creatures entered the room. Each one was dressed from head to toe in close, form fitting black latex. There were slits for their eyes, and tiny breathing holes over mouth and nostrils, otherwise each of their bodies were totally covered in the thin rubber material.

It was impossible to discern what sex the two creatures were. Their were prominent bulges on their chests, suggesting pairs of sizeable tits, but each also sported what appeared to be a very real, erect cock, with a set of bulging balls at its root, sprouting out from their crotches. Both carried some small straps, and what appeared to be a gag. They approached, and we submissively scrambled up onto our knees as they neared us. The creature attending to me grasped my neck and drove its rubber coated prick into my gaping mouth, and down my gulping throat. I saw that the one looking after sow did the same to her.

I sucked wildly on the long, thick prick invading my gullet, and surmised that it was real enough. While I eagerly sucked the creature reached down and efficiently un-cuffed my wrists. He, or was it she, then used a strap to tape my hands together behind my back again. Another strap was tied around my elbows, and buckled so tightly that my elbows actually touched behind my back. I noted that sow had been bound in identical fashion. Having finished immobilising our arms the two remained standing in front of us, and allowed us to suck on their pricks until they came, or at least we thought they had climaxed. We couldn't be sure of this because their rubber sheaths did not allow any resulting juices to escape. One of them removed the cuffs joining us with a pair of wire cutters. So much for sow throwing away the key. We were then prodded into position, on our knees, before a large arm chair.

Just before the two rubber clothed figures left they gagged us with short, stumpy, rubber cock shaped gags. After the short, thick cocks had been thrust into our mouths, the heavy, obviously liquid filled balls attached to their bases rested against our chins. A quick suck on the gag in my mouth revealed, however, that the liquid was not for consumption, at least not yet. The two bizarre creatures then left us alone once again. I glanced over to sow and saw a look of submissive delight lighting up her eyes. The cruel bondage her arms and wrists had been placed in caused the massive mounds of her erotically adorned tits to thrust out beautifully.

About ten minutes later the strange Master entered the room, still dressed as he had been at the club. He walked over to where we knelt, and seated himself in the arm chair in front of us. I noted that the top fronts of his thighs betrayed large bulges under his all enclosing cloak. I thought I had discovered why he dressed as he did, he was somehow deformed, and was embarrassed at having people see this deformity. I was to find out later just how right I was. We stared up, in awe, at the pale features of the mysterious male. I had never seen a face so pale, almost chalky white, before. It reminded me of how vampires were portrayed in movies.

The Master inspected us for a few minutes in complete silence, then he began to talk, his voice dripping such power and superiority that the mere sound of it made me shiver with excited dread:

"So, my pretties, we have finally come to this. Although you don't realise it, I have had you two under serious observation for longer than you realise, long before your Master and Mistress disowned you. I am Overlord Sextius, Lord over the slaves of the mystical Kingdom of the Gods. As part of my role I obtain suitable slaves to serve in that realm, and you two, should you agree, are to be the final pair we desire. Your surrender will only be accepted if it is made willingly, and without reservation. We only take slaves who embrace their submission utterly, with no thought of ever rising above their slave status. I will be informing you of the more extreme facets of life as slaves of the realm. At any time either of you feel that what is being described is beyond your desire, or capacity to fulfil, you may signify in the negative. Unfortunately for you, as individuals, a negative signal by either of you will preclude the other as well, for we only require you if you submit as a pair. If you decide that you are not worthy of becoming slaves of the realm you will be returned to Natchez, and freed. We would, however, keep our promise of a party for you before we return you. You will be given to our staff, two of whom you have already seen, as playthings for two days. Now I shall outline the conditions I alluded to earlier. Do you understand all that I have said?"

Ours heads kept nodding up and down with ever increasing vigour. My heart was racing with elation. It appeared that what this enigmatic Master was offering was exactly what we had dreamed about, and longed for. I was sure that the lovely sow's excitement would be matching my own. All that remained was to hear the details, and I knew that it would take something utterly dreadful to elicit even a remote chance of a negative response from either of us. The Master smiled knowingly, as if he could actually read our thoughts, down at us, and began:

"In the first place, if you agree to surrender, that surrender is total, and ever lasting. Your main reason for existence in the realm will be to provide sexual service to both overseers and slaves, regardless of gender, or sexual orientation. This duty will account for up to 90% of your active time. The remaining time will see you either putting on sexual exhibitions with each other, of exquisite, and prolonged depravity for the entertainment of the Gods, or being used in brutal, and fierce punishment presentations, again for the express purpose of amusing them. Every waking hour will be spent thus. The realm now possesses six hundred slaves, and it is an unalterable decree, that each slave be sexually serviced at least once each day. Every method of pleasuring a person sexually, imaginable, are to be utilised. Sexual gratification, and brutal punishment are the sole rewards granted slaves for their untiring, and utterly devoted service."

With each statement of intent, our heads continued nodding exuberantly, in the affirmative. So ardent was my acceptance, that my neck was actually beginning to ache with the effort it took. The Master continued:

"Your surrender will be for ever, no escape, or release, from your captivity can ever be contemplated, under any circumstances. Your bodies, despite their current sexual perfection, will be physically enhanced, to add to their allure, and their sexual capacities. The minor enhancements will be undertaken here, and the rest on your arrival in the realm. Other, even more amazing aspects of the realm, and the life you will lead there, will be revealed only after you are, irretrievably, in our keeping."

By this time my prick was pulsing with excitement, and I'm sure, had I been able to see it, sow's pussy would be literally drooling, if the stiffness of her swollen teats was any guide. A black rubber clad figure entered the room and offered the seated Master a silver goblet, brimming with wine. The commanding dominator took the goblet, and dismissed the servant with a wave of his hand. "I'm so glad you two little sluts are so eager to surrender," he said with a smile, "But are you sure, beyond any doubt. This is your last chance to reconsider, my lascivious little pets?" Our silent replies were immediate, and enthusiastic.

"Well, let us toast the future then." He said, leaning forward, and extracting two tiny, pin like objects, from the tops of the rubber balls that rested so degradingly, and heavily against our chins. The Master raised his goblet, and sipped at his wine. I began to suck on my gag, and was rewarded with a flood of delicious fluid. I did not know what it was, but some of the flavours of the blend were unmistakable, rich, musky prick juice, and spicy, tart cunt cream. I swallowed the heady mixture with delight, drinking it down until there was none left to be sucked from the balls.

Sow's head was waving about weirdly, in an endeavour to communicate with the Master. I wondered what she had on her mind, but would have bet my submission, that it was that we be given to the staff to play with any way, before we were taken to the realm. It was then that I got my first inkling of the strange, supernatural environment that we were about to enter. The Master smiled down at sow, then reached down and squeezed the balls on her chin, forcing the last dregs of the raunchy liquid they had held into her gulping mouth, "You are just perfect, my submissive little pet. But I'm afraid there is no time available for your wishes to be met. I'm sure that the staff will be as disappointed as you when they find out, that I will no longer be able to let them play with you. Time will now be of the essence, for we must not risk missing the annual window of opportunity to absorb you into the realm. Now, my pretty little slaves, look deeply into your Master's eyes."

The Master had read sow's mind, my pulse raced with the awful realisation that even our most private thoughts and desires were no longer our own preserve. Our new Master would know everything, at all times, if he so desired. A level of submission such as this had never even entered my mind. This Master was not only enslaving our bodies, but also our very souls. My heart was overcome with a joy that I had never experienced before. I gazed up at his weirdly beatific face, and immediately began to lose consciousness. It was not like he was hypnotising me, rather that he was taking over my mind completely. It was with this thought hitting me, that I slipped into oblivion.

Author: Hawker

Summary: A loose sequel to 'Slave to Lotta'.