BFF Ch. 03

"It's not breeding that counts at the Slut Show," Paula reiterated for the umpteenth time, "It's training. Sluts need to maintain a rigid cock throughout the judging, regardless of length or thickness. That takes practice and discipline." Paula paused to adjust her slut's posture. Her crop tapped impatiently against the inside of his thigh. He spread his legs apart quickly, anxious not to displease. "How often do I need to remind you? First position requires the slut to be on all fours with his back arched, head up, mouth slightly open, knees spread and genitals prominently displayed. How else are they going to judge compliance?" Paula was loosing patience. She had recited the rules before, and still the slut could not seem to grasp the essentials. "SMACK!" The crop cracked across the slut's ass. He whimpered but held his position. At least he was obedient, if not too bright. "Pay attention! Second position! Face down, ass ...

At brunch Shannon had force fed me mimosas in a fairly obvious attempt to destroy my inhibitions. Though in less than twenty-four hours I had agreed to be her personal bitch, had been happily forced to eat her ass, and she had given me an anal orgasm through a well learned method of ass eating and dildo play, so whatever she was trying to reduce my inhibitions for had to be pretty extreme. "Where the fuck are we even going?" I inquired to my goddess through a mildly drunken stupor. We were heading into strip club row, which was a part of town dominated by titty bars, liquor stores, and strange strip malls with stores so niche it was a miracle they were able to exist at all. "Well first of all, bitch, you don't get to question me. You are now my fucking property and if I want to drive you to the shittiest part of town and toss you out in an alley for a good ol' fashioned gang bang then that's exactly what the fuck I'm going to do!" Shannon proclaimed...