Mistress Marguerite

 

After the sex and after the cooling down of bodies and wax, the candlemaker cut the wicks from the bar. At that moment, the door opened. A couple entered, conservatively dressed, who closely observed the removal of the candles, the drops, and subsequent exposure.

 

jacqueline felt warm and malleable, like the wax that had been molded to her body. she lay quietly on the table until the candlemaker undid the leather bindings and pulled her to her feet. she took up the pink corset uncertainly, the strings dangling.

 

The candlemaker gave jacqueline a charming smile, curling just the right side of his mouth. "Pardonez moi, i can't help you with that. my skill is in the un-doing." He plucked the pink skirt from the floor and handed it to her.

 

Fastening the skirt around her waist, jacqueline looked up hearing the chime of the door again. she was surprised to see Marcus saunter in. though, maybe she shouldn't have been.

 

"Bon jour, Marcus," she whispered as he approached her.

 

Marcus replied, "Bon jour. I will drive you to your next appointment." He gathered the candle order, and nodding to the shop owner, led jacqueline out the door.

 

The ride was several minutes. jacqueline took the time to lift her skirt, spread her legs and reflect on the red splotches from the waxing. her disk glinted in the sunlight, and she noticed the piercing looked very clean, though still a little pink and swollen.

 

Marcus guided the car into a neighborhood of modern townhouses, semi-attached, very different from Anne Marie's residential lane. He stopped in front of a private garage, then entered after the door opened.

 

He turned and smiled at the pensive jacqueline. "Mistress Marguerite is waiting for you in the upstairs bedroom." He took a sealed envelope from his pocket and opened it, continuing, "Ah, I must prepare you for her. First, strip you totally here in the garage. Second, remove the anal plug and all evidence of male use. Third, blindfold you and lead you to the bedroom."

 

Marcus raised an eyebrow, looking intently at jacqueline, as if her familiar body was now strange to him. "Well, I must say, quite a different task for me today. But, i shall endeavor to give satisfaction, certainement?"

 

jacqueline laughed, but there was a nervous undercurrent. in a way, she was happy Marcus was with her. "Will you stay, Marcus?"

 

He shrugged. "Instructions don't elaborate any further."  He exited the car and opened the door for the slave, helping her up. Then, he smoothly guided her to bend over the hood and let his hands stroke up and down her back, unhooking the skirt. The pink swatch slipped to the ground, and he dropped his hands lower to rub over marks still visible on her ass.

 

"Turn around and face me," he said, and when she did so, he forced her legs open with a strong knee thrust between them. He bent down and removed her shoes, the stepped back and looked her up and down slowly.

 

Approaching close again, he patted all over her enlarged tits. "Maybe next time, a cropping."

 

jacqueline could only sigh and follow him into the townhouse. In a downstairs bath, she submitted to his attentions, blushing furiously, opening her cunt lips, then her ass cheeks. He used a small sprayer to clean her with steaming hot water. she blushed even more when Marcus inspected his work inserting and spreading his thick fingers.

 

Afterward, he stood her in front of the mirror, saying simply, "Look at the slave." He allowed her several long minutes to gaze at her naked body, enhanced in ways more than the breast enlargement, then he slipped on a blindfold and all was dark.

 

jacqueline was led up some stairs and walked several steps before hearing a voice, the voice of the woman that had inspected her earlier that morning.

 

"Stop," the voice ordered. jacqueline obeyed, and heard steps walking toward her.

 

A pair of hands reached out and touched her breasts. "So magnifique!" Marguerite exclaimed, stroking the soft skin. The touch was withdrawn, and jacqueline felt herself pushed down onto a soft mattress, legs opened and bound against wooden posts. The smooth metal of the disk lay on her ass, focusing her thoughts on how she must look.

 

she heard the scrape of a chair, then all was silent. The hands came to her breasts again, holding, stroking, and possessing them. The bound girl moaned and arched back, instinctively giving her breasts up to the firm hands.

 

After several minutes, her breasts were abandoned and her sex was pulled open, slowly, gently, not to disturb the healing hole in the lip, but fully displayed all the same. jacqueline heard steps moving away from her, then a door closing.

 

She lay open for a very long time, feeling herself dampen and hot blood pulse between her legs. At Roissy, she had often viewed her naked sex in a mirror; to contemplate her openness while blindfolded was more complete. In her mind, she saw, and thought of her entire body as her cunt, ready for use. As the minutes ticked by, it seemed possible to jacqueline that if she concentrated enough, she would be able to achieve pleasure, just being open like that.

 

Suddenly, a voice rang out calling her name. "jacqueline, attendez-moi."

 

Jacqueline lifted her head toward the voice, and leaving behind her dreamy reverie, found her muscles tensing.

 

"Marcus did an excellent job preparing you for me, though you were blushing. Why?"

 

"He is my driver," she replied timidly.

 

"Nothing more?" There was a high sounding swoosh, then jacqueline felt the sting of leather across her breasts.

 

The slave startled, steadied herself, and answered, "Marcus crops me sometimes, when René is busy working."

 

Another swoosh, and this time she felt the fire across the backs of her thighs. "I see. Tell me how that makes you feel."

 

jacqueline sighed, and said, "Feel? I feel helpless, violated, shamed."

 

"Ahhhh," Marguerite replied and swung again over jacqueline's ass. "Should a slave feel shame? Explain to me, jacqueline."

 

"I don't know, Mistress, it's difficult to say."

 

"Describe a time when you experienced the most shame, with Marcus," she

instructed.

 

Jacqueline drew in her breath and thought back.

 

***************

O and jacqueline had been invited to a bridal shower one afternoon. A model in O's agency was getting married, and several of the girls and female staff were getting together for a late lunch. jacqueline had not socialized with her former co-workers since being enlarged and told O she would help shop but was too embarrassed to attend.

 

Sir Stephen and René overheard her remark. René reached over and caressed the large round globes. "choura, I am so proud of your breasts. Of course, you will go. And, if any of the girls asks to see, you will show them."

 

O smiled and added, "That would be like posing, and you're such a natural."Then she nodded to Sir Stephen, as he looked from jacqueline to her.

 

A few days later, Marcus drove the slaves to a quiet restaurant. They went back to a private room and greeted the bride and other guests. Jacqueline blushed as she was teased about her unnatural measurements.

 

"Ahhh, no wonder we haven't seen you! Doing porn films or dancing?"

 

"Better money in that? Tell us!"

 

As they crowded around, jacqueline had to laugh a little too. O suggested that she show them now, so the shower could begin. The other girls squealed in excitement.

 

Even though they had all shared dressing rooms before, her blush deepened as she unbuttoned her blouse. O assisted, drawing back the fabric so the breasts were totally bare.

 

There were shocked gasps, as they looked even larger naked and jutting out proudly, seemingly defying gravity.

 

O remarked, "Beautiful."  And several nodded to agree, but one of the older women, a photographer, asked why.

 

Taking a deep breath, jacqueline replied simply, "René wanted it done."

 

O smiled and directed the conversation to suggestions of what the groom  Might want of his bride as jacqueline buttoned back up. A few of the models still watched her, sensing a deeper change, just like the change in O several months ago, but couldn't define it.

 

The next hour passed with good food and even better wine. jacqueline was finally able to enjoy herself and not keep looking down at her breasts. Until, Marcus showed up in the doorway of the private room.

 

He motioned to her, and she asked the bride to excuse her for a moment. O shrugged, and took jacqueline's wine glass.

 

As jacqueline left the room, the bride called out, "Hurry back, then I will open the gifts."

 

Marcus took her hand and pulled her into the next room, another private

dining area. Empty and separated from the bridal shower by a thin temporary wall, the happy voices of the girls were clearly heard. He closed the door, and began to pull his belt from his pants.

 

Jacqueline froze, unbelieving. Her friends were next door. Wasn't it enough she had to show them her whorish breasts?

 

Marcus told her to bend over a table and pull up her skirt. she did so, trembling, grabbing a linen napkin to hold over her mouth. Marcus struck her ass and upper thighs, and it seemed to jacqueline that the smack of each blow was as loud as a sonic boom, even louder as the voices next door quieted.

 

It was over quickly, and jacqueline dabbed the tears from her eyes with the napkin. Marcus pulled her up and tugged down her skirt, brushing his hands over a few welts still visible on her thighs.

 

"The car will be in the lot. Go back, the ladies are waiting." He smiled and left jacqueline to ponder her situation, her exposure to her friends.

 

She walked quietly back into the room, so humiliated, seeking a corner

chair. All conversation ceased, and all eyes were on jacqueline's ass. O moved toward her, handing her the wine glass, and helping, ensuring, the freshly marked bottom sit bare.

 

Jacqueline took a sip of the wine and was able to say, "Please, time to see the gifts."

 

The bride smiled at her friend, and jacqueline, smiling back with deeply red cheeks, wondered how many knew the truth now.

***************

 

As jacqueline recounted the tale, Marguerite probed for more details. When she reached the part when Marcus took her to the adjoining room, jacqueline was unbound and bent over a chair, her ass and thighs again feeling the smack of leather. The slave felt as if she was re-living the event.

 

When she finished, her blindfold was removed and she was shocked to see Marcus, holding a video camera, filming her. She thought never had she felt so stripped bare, body and soul.

 

Marguerite smiled and stroked over jacqueline's marked ass. "Marcus will give the tape to René. I am sure he will be pleased."

 

Marcus stayed and taped the remaining time jacqueline had with Mistress Marguerite. How jacqueline sucked on a large plastic double cock harnessed to the Domme, one cock long and thick, the one below shorter and very thin. How to protect her piercing, she had to bend over a padded spanking bench so the double cock could be used opposite to its main design. How she spread her ass and cried as the cold rigid tool fucked both her holes, Marguerite taking her pleasure but telling jacqueline not to cum.

 

How Marguerite wrenched her feelings from her, demanding she speak to the camera, describing her submission, her lack of control, her slavery. How she would pause the fucking, and flog the huge breasts, then suck hard on jacqueline's nipples, then return to re-take the slave's ass and cunt. Finally, how, as jacqueline writhed and begged for release, she permitted the slave an orgasm.

 

As jacqueline was in the final throws of climax, Anne Marie entered the room.

 

"Quite a performance," she said later as Marcus returned them to Samois. Anne Marie looked down at jacqueline's limp form, her blonde curls bedraggled over her back and breasts. "However, jacqueline, before you are used again, your hair will be cut short."

 

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