Chapter 1

"Kelli, don't slouch! Sit up nice and straight like your cousin, Erika. And pull your hair away from your eyes. You'll never meet a nice boy if you cover up your face like that."

"Yes, mom," Kelli mumbled, straightening up and brushing her shoulder length black hair from her face.

“And remember to pick up your dirty clothes and be neat. You know how you can be. Erika is a godsend, letting you stay with her. She is not your slave.”

"Thanks for having me over to dinner, Auntie Mei," Erika said. "You really didn't have to make my favorite dumplings. And don’t worry about Kelli. Everything will work out fine and I certainly don’t plan on being her slave, that is for sure."

"Nonsense," Kelli's mom replied. "We're so grateful for you to take Kelli in as your roommate. Our little girl is all grown up and ready to move out. It seems like just yesterday I was taking her to violin lessons and now here she is graduated from college and taking her first job in the city."

Kelli glowered across the table at her cousin. Pretty little Erika was always so perfect. Just a couple of years older than Kelli, she had a full-time modeling job that took her all over the world, she had a nice, big apartment in downtown Los Angeles, and she exuded the personable and confident attitude that Kelli wished she had for herself.

Still, she was glad to finally be moving out of her parents' house. She'd spent twenty-one long years under the watchful and controlling eyes of her mom and dad. It was study, study study all the time. But now she'd landed a internship at a bank downtown. She finally had a chance to move out and live life on her own terms. Unfortunately, with her job's low pay and her massive student loans, she had no choice but to move in with her cousin. She didn't dislike her cousin Erika. It's just that she'd spent her entire life in her shadow.

Erika had her mom's beautiful Asian complexion, and her dad's white American genes gave her big tits and curves in all the right places. All the boys looked at her when they went out together. She would flip her wavy, dark brown hair and they'd come running from across the room. Not that it mattered. Kelli could never bring a boy home with her, her dad would have had an aneurysm, her mom would interrogate him to make sure he came from a "nice Chinese family," and she would die from embarrassment. She'd had a few secret boyfriends growing up, but it was hard to be adventurous when you had a 10pm curfew.

Kelli wasn't nothing to look at, though either. She kept herself in good shape, eating right and exercising. But at five foot two and sporting small, perky tits and narrow Chinese hips, she felt she couldn't compete with the tall blond models and actresses that seemed to swarm all over Southern California. Unfortunately, this repressed upbringing didn't mix well with her higher than average sex drive. She'd often find herself lost in the eyes of a handsome classmate, dreaming of all the things she'd wish he'd do to her. One time, when she was "thinking with her pussy", as she liked to refer to it, she got up the nerve to drive to a seedy adult bookstore in West Hollywood where she bought a vibrator that she kept buried in the back of her closet. Entering the store she must have blushed so red that the clerk thought she had a sunburn. But that vibrator had gotten her through some hard times. Whenever she felt stressed, she'd find a smutty story about a damsel in distress being rescued by a big, strapping man and then she'd play with herself until she had to bite her lip to keep her parents from hearing her moan.

"Kelli, did you hear me?"

"Huh?" she said, snapping out of her thoughts.

"I said you should listen to your cousin," her dad repeated. "She's been in the city for a few years now. She'll know how to stay out of trouble."

"There's nothing to worry about, Uncle Liu. I'm sure Kelli can handle herself just fine," Erika said. "But we really should get going, parking gets pretty bad later in the day."

Erika stood up from the table and gave her aunt and uncle a hug. Then it was Kelli's turn for an overly long embrace from her mom and dad. "You make sure you call us every week. Got it?" her mom demanded. Kelli grabbed her last box of stuff and tossed it into Erika's car, then they were on their way.

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Erika pulled up in front of the apartment building. "Here's your key," she said. "Why don't you head up and check the place out while I go find a parking space? It's the top floor, first door on the right."

Kelli grabbed a box from the backseat and went into the building. She climbed the stairs and slipped the key into the lock, then went inside. As soon as she stepped foot in the apartment she was stunned. It was gorgeous - beautiful furnishings, fancy art hung on the walls, most impressive of all was the giant floor-to-ceiling windows that comprised an entire wall of the living room. She looked out and saw the evening sun just starting to set behind an apartment building on the other side of a grassy green courtyard. She set her box down and just stared at the view for a moment.

Suddenly she heard footsteps behind her and quickly turned. She let out a gasp of surprise. He was tall, at least six foot three, and muscular. His sandy brown hair fell down over his gorgeous green eyes. His wide smile sent her heart aflutter and his square jaw and chiseled body made Kelli wonder if he was also a model.

“You must be Kelli,” he said. “I’m Jason.” He leaned in and gave her a tight hug. Kelli melted into his strong arms. He smelled like the forest after a hard rain. Who was this man? She didn't care, she just enjoyed the feeling of being swallowed up in his muscular body.

“Jason? Um, yes, uh,” she stammered as she submissively lowered her gaze. At that moment Erika came charging through the door.

"Oh, Kelli! I'm sorry," she said. "Jason, I didn't think you'd be home yet. Kelli, this is my boyfriend. He and I share the master bedroom together."

"Oh?” Kelli said.

"Yeah, sorry I didn't tell you. I know you really wanted to move into the city, and you know Auntie Mei..."

Oh boy, if her mother knew that a man would be staying in the apartment with her she never would have let Kelli move in. Especially one so fair-skinned and handsome, and strong, and - she shook the thought away. It wasn't her mom's decision how she chose to live her life. It was up to her, and if Erika trusted Jason then she could too.

"It's fine," Kelli said. "Anyway I should start unpacking."

Erika showed Kelli to her room and gave her the tour. It was a three bedroom apartment, one for Erika and Jason, one for Kelli, and the third one was locked up with a padlock on the outside. That was Jason's office, Erika explained. Under no circumstances should Kelli go in there.

Unpacking went fairly quick. Kelli didn't actually own very much stuff. When she finished she laid back on her bed, exhausted from the day's excitement. There was a knock on her door. Erika entered.

"Hey cuz," Erika said. "I've just booked a modeling gig in Berlin. I need to fly out tomorrow and I'll be gone for a week. But me and Jason are gonna go out to a club tonight. You should join us. I have the perfect dress for you."

She held up a skimpy black dress. Kelli blushed just from looking at it. It was easily six inches shorter than anything she owned.

"I think I'm too tired tonight," Kelli said. "It's been a busy day."

"Ok," Erika replied. "But you're definitely coming out with us when I return. I won't take no for an answer."

Kelli laid back on her bed. She heard Erika and Jason leave. She thought back to meeting Jason. The way he grabbed her - she had felt so small, so powerless in his arms, so overwhelmed by his presence, so... turned on. Her hand slid down to her pussy. She was soaking wet. She thought about Jason's bulging ph, his manly scent filling her nose, his hard cock pressed up against her back.

She immediately went to her nightstand and found her vibrator. She slipped it into her hot, wet pussy and orgasmed within a minute.

Chapter 2

The next day Jason drove Erika to the airport. Kelli finished settling in and began to prepare for her first day of work tomorrow. She picked out her clothes, found the route she needed to take, and then after all that was done she decided to do some yoga to relax. She put in her earbuds and started twisting and stretching. A little while later she was ready to shower.

She headed to the bathroom, music still playing in her ears. She rounded the corner of the hallway and bumped right into Jason, fresh out of the shower and wearing nothing but a towel. Kelli jumped back in surprise as Jason's towel fell away.

"Oh my! Jason I'm so sorry!" she said. Her eyes dropped to his manhood and she was transfixed.

"See something you like?" Jason asked, making no effort to retrieve his towel.

"No, er, yes. I mean-," Kelli stammered. She couldn't take her eyes off of him.

"What's the matter? Never seen a nice big American cock before?"

Kelli blushed and finally raised her eyes to look Jason in the face. "Well, no," she said softly.

He took a step towards her. "Then I suppose you've never touched a nice big American cock before?"

Kelli took a small step back. She looked back down. He was starting to get hard. His semi-erect penis swayed gently back and forth as he approached. She bumped into the wall behind her and shook her head.

He stepped in really close and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Then that means you've never been fucked by a nice big American cock."

Kelli practically melted. Her brain knew that she should say no. This was her cousin's boyfriend. This was a man she had just met yesterday. But she wasn't thinking with her brain anymore. She was thinking with her pussy, and her pussy only wanted one thing right now.

Jason bent down and kissed her neck. She tipped her head out of the way and let him. His hands busily explored her body. He slipped a hand down into her yoga pants and came away with sopping wet fingers.

"Hmm, you're a horny little slut, aren't you?" he teased.

"Oh yeah," Kelli purred. She would have agreed to anything in that moment. He picked her up like she weighed nothing and carried her to his bed. She was out of her clothes before he could even shut the door. She leaned back and spread her legs, staring at his hard dick as he approached. She shuddered as he entered her warm, wet pussy. She moaned in delight as he pumped in and out, slowly increasing his pace, faster and faster until he was pounding her hard, slamming his big dick into her tiny little pussy like a jackhammer. Kelli gasped and grunted along with him as he slammed his cock into her over and over, until finally with a loud moan that filled the apartment she came. Jason wasn't far behind her. He pulled his fully engorged penis out and sprayed his hot sticky cum all over Kelli's tight abs.

"I love the way my white cum looks up against your dark chink skin. You're a good little Asian slut," he said. "You were just made for fucking a big American man like me. After this those tiny little chinaman dicks won't do it for you."

He got up and left the room. Kelli laid back, basking in her post-orgasmic glow. She turned and looked at the nightstand. There was a picture of Erika and Jason hiking through Yosemite.

"What have I done?" Kelli whispered, ashamed. She quickly gathered up her clothes and scurried into the shower.

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The next morning Kelli was guiltily eating her breakfast in the kitchen when Jason came in with a devilish smile on his face.

"If you thought last night was fun, then just wait till you see what I've got planned for you tonight," he said.

Kelli swallowed a bite of her toast. "Look, Jason, last night was a big mistake. I wasn't thinking and I made a bad decision. It can't ever happen again. I can't do that to Erika."

Jason stepped closer, towering over her. "Listen here, slut, I wasn't asking, I was telling. If you don't want me telling your cousin about how you came on to me, then you'll be here tonight, ready and eager, like a good little whore."

Kelli was stunned. She didn't know what to say. "But, but," she stammered.

"Let me put it in a way your chink brain can understand," he said switching to broken English. "You give me fucky fucky and I no tell Erika. Got it Chinkslut?"

Kelli nodded. She couldn't let Erika find out. If she lost this apartment then she'd have to go running home to her parents' house and she could kiss her internship goodbye. She gathered up her things and headed to work with a million thoughts running through her mind.

Chapter 3

Kelli could hardly focus on anything at work. She was sure that she didn't make a good first impression on any of her new coworkers. Her mind kept flashing back to the raw animalistic sex with Jason, and then to her guilt at betraying Erika. Would Jason really tell her? He'd ruin his own relationship with Erika if he did, wouldn't he? Should she call his bluff? Did she want to call his bluff? Should she just tell Erika herself? What more did he have in mind?

She eventually made a plan, but when she got back to the apartment that evening Jason was waiting for her and everything she wanted to say just flew out of her mind. One look at his beautiful face and muscular body sent her heart aflutter.

He walked up to her and held her face in his hands. "Did you miss me?" he asked, half-teasing.

"Oh, yeah," Kelli cooed. Any regard for Erika flew right out of her mind when she gazed into his soulful green eyes.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a band of leather. Kelli didn't recognize it at first, but as he lifted it to her neck she realized it was a dog collar.

"What's this?" she asked as he fitted the collar around her neck and buckled it closed.

"This is your collar," Jason explained. "While you are wearing this you are not Kelli, you are Chinkslut, and you exist for one purpose only - to serve white cock."

"Whoa, I don't know about this," Kelli said. "I just-"

Jason stepped towards her and gave her a deep, passionate kiss and her sudden objections melted away.

"Take off your clothes," he said firmly, stepping back.

Kelli looked over at the large floor to ceiling window that made up the wall of the living room.

"What? Not here," she objected. "The entire neighborhood can see inside our apartment and-"

"Chinkslut has no modesty," Jason explained. "You will do what I tell you to... or maybe you'd rather I call up Erika and explain what happened last night."

Kelli glanced nervously at the big window and then reached up to undo the buttons on her blouse. She slid it off of her shoulders, then shimmied out of her skirt. As she stood there in her lacy, black bra and panties she objected once again.

"Really, Jason, I don't want-," she began, but was interrupted again by Jason as he came up to her again and kissed her, while he did so he removed her bra.

"Were you thinking about me today, Chinkslut?" he whispered in her ear. "I know you were." He hooked his fingers into her panties and slid them to the floor, then he picked them up. Kelli blushed bright red as he held up her panties, the crotch soaked with pussy juice. It was true. She was turned on all day thinking about this moment.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw lights turning on in the building across the way. Her hands dropped to cover herself. "Please, I just-"

"You talk too much, Chinkslut," he interrupted again. He took her panties and wadded them up. Before Kelli knew what he was doing he had shoved them into her mouth. She reacted with surprise and disgust as the taste of her own musk filled her mouth. Quickly, Jason reached down and grabbed several strips of tape that he had prepared. He pressed them over her mouth before she had the presence of mind to spit out the panties.

"Mmmph, mmmph," Kelli objected.

"I agree. That is better," Jason joked.

Before she could protest any further he swept her up in his arms and carried her into his bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed.

"Alright, whore, I want you facedown on your knees with that juicy Asian pussy up in the air and those little chink titties on the bed."

Kelli forgot all about the gag as she scrambled into position. All she could think about now was how much she wanted Jason's big white cock inside her. He climbed onto the bed and knelt beside her.

She felt his hand touch her thigh, then wander up and massage her ass. She cooed as his fingers gently grazed the folds of her pussy. "I bet you thought about this moment all day," he whispered.

"Mmm-hmm," she agreed.

"What else did you think about, I wonder. Did you think about telling Erika about us?"

Kelli froze. The mention of her cousin snapped her back to reality. "Nuh-uh," she lied.

Jason's face hardened. He pulled his hand from her pussy and raised it high overhead then brought it crashing down across her tight olive-colored ass. The smack echoed across the room and left Kelli's ass stinging.

"Don't you lie to me you whore," he growled. He raised his hand again. Kelli brought her hands back to protect herself. Jason's other hand quickly snatched her thin wrists together and held them there behind her back. Then he spanked her again. And again. Kelli squealed as her ass started to turn pink.

"Did you think about going behind my back?" he asked again, firmly. His hand returned to her pussy and tenderly stroked her.

"Uh-huh," Kelli nodded.

"I thought so," Jason said, softening his tone. "You've been a naughty little Chinkslut, so you're going to be punished. I will free one of your hands, then I'm going to spank you until you make yourself cum - only then will you get the big, American cock that your tiny chink body was made for."

He released her right wrist, keeping the other pinned in the small of her back. Smack! He brought his hand down on her upturned ass. It was clear he wasn't swinging as hard as he could, but it still stung nonetheless. Smack! He hit her again after pausing a few seconds.

"Come on, slut. Show me how horny you are. I want you to cum for me!"

Kelli brought her hand down between her legs. She was so wet. Why did this turn her on so much? Smack! She groaned. She was so completely at his mercy and under his control. She slipped a finger inside her tight, wet hole. Smack! She could feel her heart beat faster. Smack! She imagined his big, hard cock slamming into her pussy. She rubbed her clit as she felt her arousal grow. Smack! Her stinging ass didn't even register as painful anymore. Her danced back and forth between her clit and her pussy. Smack! Her breathing grew ragged. Smack! She writhed and pulled against his strong grip as she came hard, her hips bucking and her moans filling the air.

She collapsed onto the bed, panting for breath. "There's a good little slut," Jason said. He reached down and pulled the tape from her cheeks and tugged the panties out of her mouth.

"Thank you," Kelli murmured, her face was as red and flushed as her freshly spanked ass.

Jason stepped off of the bed and slipped his hard cock from his pants. "Now let's see if that gabby mouth is good for anything useful," he said.

Kelli hungrily eyed Jason's long, hard dick. She crawled over to him and dropped onto her knees before him. She took his penis into her warm mouth and licked all up and down the shaft, eager to repay the pleasure she had just received. Jason closed his eyes and tipped his head back as Kelli got to work. She bobbed her head back and forth running her lips over his manhood, swirling her tongue.

She could sense his excitement growing. His hands dropped to her head, tangling his fingers into her long, dark hair. She bobbed her head faster, matching her tempo to his increasing lust. He started to take control. He grabbed her head in his hands and moved it back and forth as he fucked himself with her mouth. She felt his cock hit the back of her throat and she coughed. "Come on, whore, swallow my dick," he urged.

His tempo increased. Kelli grabbed the backs of his legs to steady herself. She'd never deepthroated a cock before, and she didn't want to disappoint. He slipped his dick deep into her mouth again. Despite her best efforts she just couldn't get herself to swallow his large cock. She coughed and choked as he hit her throat again. She squealed in dismay, and he relented, though still he fucked her face with vigor. After just a minute more he suddenly pulled his cock free from her mouth and let go of her head. With a grunt he blasted his hot, sticky load all over her perky, little tits.

"We'll have to work on that," he remarked.

"Oh, Jason, that was-"

"It's Sir," he interrupted. "While Chinkslut is wearing her collar she will address me as Sir."

"Oh, uh, yes Sir. Thank you. That was amazing," she said.

"Why don't you go and clean yourself up? We can be done for the night, but don't remove your collar until you leave for work in the morning."

Kelli obeyed. In all the excitement she had forgotten all about the collar and what he had said it meant. Her fingers fondled the leather buckled snugly about her neck as she went off to the bathroom to clean up.

Chapter 4

Kelli sat gingerly at the breakfast table, her ass was a little sore from the previous night. She was all dressed for work, but she still wore her collar. Jason strolled into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Sir," she said, "can I take off my collar? I need to leave for work in a few minutes."

"Yes," he replied coolly. "But first, just one thing. Are you wearing panties, Chinkslut?"

She gave him a curious look. "Um, yeah," she said.

"Horny little Asian sluts don't wear panties," he said matter-of-factly. "Take them off. You won't wear panties anymore without my permission."

Kelli considered objecting, but she remembered the spanking from last night. She stood up from the table, hiked up her skirt, and shimmied out of her underwear. Only then did Jason allow her to remove her collar.

How have I come to this, she wondered as she walked to work, the cool breeze blowing up her skirt and across her bare pussy. She was equal parts appalled and titillated. She felt so naughty being exposed in public, but she was also a little frightened at how much control she had given to Jason. Did he really think that she was his property? And why did the prospect of that excite her? Her confusing mix of emotions led to another distracted day at work. But still, when the end of the day approached she found herself eager to get home and see what else Jason had in store for her.

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She returned home that evening to an empty apartment. Every light was turned on despite the setting sun still hanging over the horizon and shining in through the windows. She walked through the door expecting Jason to be waiting for her, instead there was a note sitting on top of a small box in the entryway. She picked it up and read it:

Chinkslut,

Inside the box is your uniform. You will put it on every night as soon as you get home. I will be back a little while after you return from work. I expect you to be waiting for me. Stand facing away from the door with your feet on the two X's I taped to the floor. Keep your hands behind your head with your elbows out, this is your 'inspection' pose. Remember it.

-Sir

She set down the note and curiously opened the box. There wasn't much in it. Just her collar, now accompanied by matching leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and a pair of thigh high black stockings and garter belt.

Her heart beat a little faster with the thrill of waiting for her master, wearing practically nothing, standing, eagerly anticipating his touch. Just thinking about it turned her on. She grabbed the box and scurried into her bedroom to change. She slid the stockings up her slender, toned legs and buckled the collar and cuffs on. Then she went to find her place to stand.

She entered Jason's bedroom and looked down on the floor. She didn't see anything. She went back to her own room, in case he had marked a spot there. Still nothing. She began to suspect now that she knew where he wanted her to wait.

She poked her head out from around the hallway to the bedrooms. Sure enough, she saw two taped X's just a few feet back from the enormous windows on the side of the living room. She glanced down at her naked body and gulped. He wanted her to stand waiting on full display for the entire neighborhood!

"I can't do this, can I?" she asked herself. But Jason specifically told her to. She touched her collar. This isn't Kelli right now, this is Chinkslut. Chinkslut has no modesty, she reminded herself.

She took a deep breath and strode confidently out into the living room. She placed her feet on the marks, shoulder width apart. She stood up straight with her back to the door, facing towards the window. She lifted her hands up behind her head, lacing her fingers together and sticking her elbows out. There she waited with her perky tits thrust out, her bare pussy glistening for all to see.

As she stood she now noticed that Jason had adjusted the position of several of the lamps in the apartment so that she was well lit. It was as if a spotlight was shining on her from multiple angles.

She watched as the sun set slowly behind the building across the way. She saw the lights turn on one by one in the apartments. Each one represented a person coming home from work and possibly looking out their window to see the nude submissive slut standing completely exposed in her spacious well-lit living room. Her face blushed red with the possibility of all her neighbors seeing her. But still she waited.

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It was completely dark outside before Jason finally returned home. Kelli remained obediently standing, though her back ached and her arms wavered. She had done her best to put aside the thought of dozens (or hundreds?) of people who might have seen her. They weren't staring at Kelli, she reminded herself. They were staring at Chinkslut. Chinkslut has no modesty.

There was a definite thrill at being so exposed. Her pussy was absolutely gushing with arousal. So much so that a small pool had formed on the floor between her legs.

"Good evening, Chinkslut," Jason whispered in her ear after coming up behind her.

"Good evening, Sir," she replied, holding her pose even though she wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms and be carried away again.

"Have you been waiting for me like I asked?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. How does it make you feel, standing here exposed for all to see?"

"Chinkslut has no modesty, sir," she replied.

She could almost feel the smile on his face from her response. He pressed himself up behind her and wrapped his arms around her body. He massaged her small tits with his big hands. He gently tweaked her nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they stood proudly erect. She had to bite her lip to keep from breaking her stance as a hand moved down to her pussy and slowly caressed her wet cunt.

"Wait here. I need to get some things ready," he said.

She resisted the urge to look over her shoulder as she her heard him unlock the door to his office. He dragged something heavy from it into his bedroom before locking it back up and returning to the living room.

"Alright, I think I'm ready. Let's move to the bedroom," he said.

Kelli lowered her arms and took one step toward Jason and the bedroom before he held up a hand to stop her. "No, no," he admonished. "Chinkslut crawls on her knees in the presence of her superiors." She dropped to her hands and knees. "And what's this? You've made a mess on the floor." He gestured to the puddle of pussy juice that had formed beneath her on the hardwood floor as she stood. "Lick that up."

Kelli looked up at Jason with wide eyes, about to object, but the stern look he gave her suggested that there was no saying 'no'. She turned around on her hands and knees and lowered her face to the puddle. She took a breath and started lapping at the puddle. As she did so her bare ass and pussy swayed seductively back and forth in front of the large living room window. It was a scene that if she'd thought about it even one day ago would have sent her fleeing in utter humiliation.

She finished the task and looked up at Jason. He nodded. "That's better." He leaned down and clipped a leather leash onto the front of her collar. "Come." He strode towards the bedroom as Kelli followed behind on hands and knees, scurrying to keep up.

Inside the bedroom she saw now what it was he had dragged over from his office. It was a three foot high square post mounted on the edge of a broad, square wooden base. At the top of the post, attached to one side and pointed horizontally toward the middle of the apparatus was a long, slender dildo.

"Put these on," he said, handing her a pair of black latex panties. Kelli was a little dismayed to be putting clothes *on* when what she really wanted was a deep, hard fucking from Jason's stiff cock. Nevertheless she complained, pulling the tight bikini-style panties up over her hips.

He brought her over to kneel on the base, facing the dildo. "Your blowjob skills need work," he said. "An Asian whore who can't deepthroat is like a hockey player who can't skate. We're going to work on that."

He clipped her ankle cuffs to a pair of anchors set on the opposite side of the post, then clipped her wrist cuffs to anchors at the bottom of the post. Kelli leaned forward and was now face-to-face with the dildo. Upon closer examination it wasn't quite as thick as Jason's cock, but it was at least as long, and stiff but flexible.

"I want you to lick all up and down the dildo, but don't put it in your mouth yet. Pretend it's my hard white cock," he said. "Remember, Chinkslut lives to serve white cock."

She leaned forward and closed her eyes, imagining Jason's dick in front of her. She licked all the way from the tip to the base, making satisfied moans as she did so. She paused after a minute when she felt Jason reach down between her legs and pull her latex panties aside. She saw that he had a little purple silicone egg in his hand.

"Don't stop worshipping my cock," he admonished. "What happens to your tiny little Asian cunt is completely inconsequential."

She resumed licking the dildo. Jason slid the small egg up into her pussy and pulled her panties back into place. A little wire connected the egg to a controller, Jason pressed a button on it and then tucked the controller into the waist of her panties.

"Mmmm," Kelli purred as the egg inside her pussy came alive with very gentle, almost imperceptible vibrations. She wriggled her hips as if she were fucking an invisible cock, but she continued stroking the dildo with her tongue.

"Ok. Now I want you to take the dildo into your mouth," he instructed her. Kelli wrapped her lips around the cock and moved it in and out of her mouth, imagining that it was her pussy the dildo was fucking instead of her mouth. Jason leaned forward and massaged her tits. She closed her eyes. The egg buried in her pussy was driving her wild, but it wasn't enough sensation by itself to make her cum. She tried to focus on the dildo, in and out, in and out, in long slow strokes.

"Aaahh!" Kelli suddenly screamed, spitting the dildo out of her mouth. Jason had stopped rubbing her tits and had abruptly snapped a clamp down onto her pointy, aroused nipple.

"Please, sir, please! Take it off! It hurts," she begged.

"It hurts because I want it to hurt, you slant-eyed slut!" Jason growled. "I didn't give you permission to stop sucking the dildo."

Kelli did her best to focus on the task at hand. Her nipple throbbed in pain, but the pain slowly dulled as she grew accustomed to the clamp. That didn't stop her from wrinkling her forehead with concern as Jason brought another clamp up to her other nipple. She whinnied with distress as he closed the clamp on her other sensitive bud, but she kept focused on sucking the dildo.

"Good. Now I want you to try and swallow the cock. Don't worry about getting it all the way down, just concentrate on getting the tip into your throat," he instructed.

Kelli tried. She tensed herself up and rammed the dildo into the back of her throat, and came away coughing and gagging as a result. Jason gave her further instructions and she tried again. Again she failed, but she at least managed to maintain some control as the cock triggered her gag reflex. Jason reached down and stroked her pussy through her latex panties as she tried for a third time. This time she succeeded. The cock slid down into her mouth, she held it there for a second before sliding it back out.

"There's a good little whore," Jason commented. "Now for this next attempt I want you to shove the cock as far down as you can. I want your lips to touch the post. Close your eyes and concentrate. I know you can do it."

Kelli took a deep breath. Her confidence was growing, she believed she could do it. She closed her eyes and readied herself. She slid forward. She felt the tip of the cock touch her throat as she swallowed it down. She kept pressing further and further. It seemed unending as it slid deeper and deeper. Then she felt her lips bump into the post.

"Hold it right there for as long as you can," Jason instructed.

She did it! She held her lips against the post, resisting the urge to gag. She heard Jason fiddling with something around the post. Soon she was running low on breath, she had to pull back. She began sliding the cock up and out of her throat. But as she moved her body back she felt something pulling on her nipple clamps. Her eyes opened. Jason had stepped back from her and taken a seat up against the wall. She pulled back farther, running out of air. The pull on her nipples increased. She needed to breathe. She forced herself back more so that the cock was no longer in her throat.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" she cried out. She glanced down and saw now that an elastic band had been hooked to one nipple clamp then wrapped around the back of the post and connected to the other nipple clamp. If she wanted to relieve the sharp pull on her nipples she would have to swallow the dildo again. She looked toward Jason in distress.

"Practice makes perfect, eh, Chinkslut?" he said conversationally. "Let me see you swallow that cock some more."

There was a rattle as Kelli futilely tried to raise her hands to her tits, but the cuffs held them anchored to the base of the post. Kelli took a deep breath. The tug on her nipples was something fierce. She pressed herself forward, yielding to the pull of the clamps. The dildo hit her throat and she swallowed it all the way down. Only once her lips hit the post was the tension on the elastic cord completely gone. She held her face pressed to the post for as long as she could, but as her oxygen ran low she made the regrettable decision to pull herself back and get more air. She groaned as she pulled herself back, the tension in the cord growing greater the farther away from the post she went. Her hands clenched and unclenched. Her nipples stretched under the strain. Her eyes watered.

"It's too bad those little chink titties weren't bigger, otherwise this setup wouldn't work, huh?" Jason remarked.

Kelli moved back far enough to take another deep breath, then yielded again to the fearsome pull of the nipple clamps. She was starting to lose her composure though. This time when the cock lodged in her throat she failed to control her gag reflex. She coughed and choked, adding new dimensions and vibrations to the pinch of the clamps. She felt like she was going to tear her nipples off! She forced herself down again and succeeded, trading the awful pull on her nipples for the discomfort of a long, stiff cock in her throat and a rapidly diminishing oxygen supply.

"With enough practice you'll be able to do this without even thinking," Jason said. "You'll join the ranks of millions of cock hungry gook whores. Won't momma be so proud?"

With a throat full of cock she stared back at him with pleading eyes. Why was he doing this to her? When would he let her stop? And why was she so thoroughly turned on by what was transpiring? She became acutely aware of the gentle vibrations of the egg in her pussy, it was driving her wild! She waggled her hips, desperate to make herself come, but there just wasn't enough there to get her over the top.

In and out, the cock went several more times. Each time Jason remarked about how she was becoming such a good cocksucker, or how she was living up to her proud chink heritage, or how good she looked with a dick in her throat. Kelli was admittedly getting the hang of it and was now able to more consistently swallow the cock without triggering her gag reflex.

After one more swallow Jason got up and came over to her while her lips were pressed to the post. He put one hand on the back of her head, holding her in place. With the other hand he reached down and unsnapped first one, then the other, nipple clamp. Kelli's pained scream was stifled by the dick in her throat. Her nipples blazed in agony as the blood came rushing back to her crushed and bruised buds.

As the pain subsided Jason still held her face pressed to the post. Kelli, no longer tethered to the post by her nipples, tried to pull back but Jason resisted her efforts. Her air was starting to run low. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" she grunted, fighting against his hold. She stared forward at the growing bulge in his pants as she started to turn blue in the face. He finally relented. His hands let go and Kelli pulled the dildo completely free from her mouth and gasped for breath.

"Oh, sir," she panted. She was awash with feelings and emotions: relief, pain, anger, lust, fear, pride, humiliation, and desire all swirled inside her. She wanted to tell him off, she wanted to spit in his face, she wanted him to fuck her hard and come on her face. Jason reached down and tenderly stroked her cheek.

"You did good, Chinkslut," he said. "But now it's time for your exam."

He pulled his cock out of his pants. Kelli eagerly eyed his stiff, white penis. She was so worked up that she wanted nothing more than his hard dick to slide into her pussy. He unhooked her wrists from the base of the post and linked them together behind her back. Then he reached down to the controller for the vibrator in her pussy. He cranked it to the max.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Kelli moaned as the egg came alive inside her. Her eyelids fluttered and her body trembled.

"Look at me!" Jason ordered. Her dazed eyes snapped up to his face. "You don't come until I come, or else I hook you back up to the post for another hour. Got it?"

Her lips were around his cock the second he stepped forward. She sucked and massaged his hard dick with every fiber of her being. His euphoric smile showed that she was doing it right. Once again as he got into it he placed his hands on her head to guide her mouth back and forth to his liking.

Kelli tried her best to focus on sucking Jason's hard dick and not on the overwhelming pleasure building in her pussy. "I live to serve white cock. I live to serve white cock," she repeated in her head over and over.

Jason took a firm hold of Kelli's head, readying himself to fuck her throat. He slid forward. His cock was thicker than the dildo Kelli had serviced earlier. His cock hit the back of her throat and she expertly swallowed it down, feeling her tonsils stretch to accommodate the extra girth. He slid himself all the way down, until her lips met his pelvis.

"Mmmmm," Kelli hummed against the dick in her throat, vibrating all up and down its length. She needed him to come soon because she couldn't hold out much longer herself.

"Ah, yeah! There's a good slut," Jason purred. He held himself inside her for several more seconds. Kelli began to run low on air, but she didn't panic. She closed her eyes and focused on pleasing the dick in her throat. Her efforts quickly paid off.

Jason pulled his cock back so that the tip rested on her tongue and blasted his hot, salty load into Kelli's eager mouth. At the very instant that Kelli tasted his cum in her mouth, she, too, came.

"Oh! Oh! Yeah! Yeah!" she moaned as her mouth filled with cum. Her body quaked and shuddered. She saw fireworks as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss crashed over her. Jason slipped his dick from her mouth and Kelli slumped back onto the floor, totally spent. Without a second thought she swallowed down Jason's salty spunk.

"You did well, Chinkslut," Jason said as he freed her wrists and unhooked her ankles from the base of the platform. He picked her up from the floor and carried her to his bed where she soon fell asleep in his arms.

Chapter 5

Kelli awoke with a sore throat and even sorer nipples. Jason allowed her to remove everything but her collar so that she could prepare for work. The pressure on her bruised nipples from a bra was too much, so she opted for a silk blouse under a blazer. However at breakfast when Jason insisted on checking that she wore no panties, he also pleasantly discovered that she had no bra. Before he would permit her to remove her collar and leave for work, he insisted that she hand over her blazer. Now as she walked down the street, not only did she have the cool breeze blowing up her skirt across her bare pussy, but she also had nothing between her dark, perky nipples but a thin layer of white silk. She would spend the entire day in fear of displaying her erect nipples to anyone who stood in front of her.

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It was another long and difficult day, not at all helped by her 'inappropriate attire', as described by her supervisor. She returned home weary and seeking relief. Once again she found that Jason was gone. She read the note resting atop the box in the entryway:

Chinkslut,

I will be home a bit later than I was yesterday. Have a seat while you wait for me. I think your dumb chink brain can figure out where.

-Sir

Kelli set down the note and knew just where to look. Indeed, positioned right in front of the living room window was a well-lit wooden chair. She opened the box and found her collar, stockings and garter belt, and a red ball gag. She put the items on. No longer quite so bashful, she changed right there in the living room. Then she walked over to the chair.

She blushed as she came around the front of it and saw a nice, big dildo sticking up from the seat. It was otherwise a simple high-backed wooden chair. She noticed that her wrist cuffs had been attached to the back of the backrest and her ankle cuffs had been attached on the outsides of the rear legs. Clearly she was intended to stay put for a while.

Though another night of adventures as Chinkslut had her pussy already slick, Kelli made sure to gather some of the saliva that was leaking out from behind her gag to further lubricate the dildo. She turned around to face the large window and slowly settled herself into the chair, letting the big, fake cock fill her pussy completely as she sank down onto it.

The position of the ankle cuffs required her to spread her legs to either side of the seat. She lifted each ankle into position and closed the cuff around it. She noticed that there was a new addition of a small lock on each cuff that ensured that once it was closed it couldn't be opened again - she hoped Jason wouldn't be too late in coming home. With her legs lifted up from the floor her full weight was pressed on the dildo that was nestled snuggly in her cunt. She reached around the back of the chair to place her wrists into the cuffs that were mounted just behind the small of her back. Now all she had to do was wait.

However, as soon as she sat back against the rear of the chair she gasped in surprise. A pressure switch or motion sensor or some other device that she hadn't seen had activated and the dildo buried in her pussy started vibrating like mad.

"Oooh!" Kelli cooed in delight at this unexpected twist. The dildo was stimulating her in just the right spot. She rocked herself back and forth, and used her ankles to lever herself up and down to help fuck herself with the dildo. It wasn't long before she had humped herself to the edge of orgasm.

"Jason's not expected home for a while," she said to herself letting her pussy do the thinking. "Maybe I'll just start without him and catch him up when he gets home."

She closed her eyes and ground her cunt against the dildo, pushing herself to new highs until, finally she shuddered with bliss as an intense orgasm crashed over her. "Ohh! Ohh! Yeff! Yeff!" she shouted into her gag.

She sank down onto the chair to catch her breath. She opened her eyes. Now that the blinding fog of lust had cleared she realized that she had just fucked herself to orgasm in front of her living room window. She glanced from one lighted window to the next in the building across the way. She wasn't entirely certain, but she thought she saw a figure standing and staring directly towards her. She shrunk herself down as small as her bound position would allow and blushed bright red. But there was nowhere to run off to and the vibrating dildo was still going full blast in her pussy.

Once again there was nothing to do but wait. She wondered how much longer it would be until Jason returned. From her position she wasn't able to see a clock or ascertain how much time had passed. Meanwhile the dildo kept up its unending stimulus. She'd have thought that the first orgasm would have tided her over until Jason returned, but as time went on she could feel her blood rising again. Without even thinking about it, she had begun to rock her hips back and forth, slowly sliding the dildo in and out, in and out. Her breathe grew shorter and she could feel her face grow hotter.

By now the dildo and the seat of the chair were absolutely soaked with pussy juice. Schlop. Schlop. The dildo easily slid in and out of her warm, wet hole. Any conscious thought about waiting for Jason slipped from her mind as the dildo slipped in and out of her cunt. She was thinking with her pussy again, and her pussy wanted one thing.

She used her tethered ankles to lift herself almost clear of the dildo and then slammed herself down on it, giving her a deep, hard fucking. Schlop! Schlop! Faster and faster! She hadn't tired at all from the first orgasm. No, she was invigorated by it. She was determined to top it. Schlop! Schlop! Faster and faster! She humped the chair harder. It rocked on its legs and scraped against the floor. The wooden joints creaked as her tiny body taxed its strength. Schlop! Schlop! Faster and faster! And then...

"Ohhhhh!" Chinkslut moaned an inhumane, guttural sound as her body exploded with pleasure yet again. Her writhing body tested the strength of her restraints as her pussy swallowed the dildo one last time. She slumped down into the chair, spent.

Bang! The apartment door slammed hard behind her. The sudden noise startled Kelli out of her daze.

"Did I miss something?!" Jason growled angrily.

Kelli bolted upright as Jason stormed over to her. Her face blushed with shame and embarrassment. She'd let her hormones get the better of her.

"Did you cum, Chinkslut?" he asked angrily.

"Yeff, Fir," she admitted around her gag.

"...two times," she added, figuring she ought to be truthful to assuage some of his wrath.

Jason reached under the chair and switched off the vibrator. Kelli relaxed a little, though she could still feel her cunt spasming from the recent orgasm.

"Chinkslut NEVER comes without permission," Jason roared. "Never!"

He stepped back and took a breath. "You'll have to be punished for this," he said a bit more calmly.

Kelli gulped, but the Chinkslut part of her couldn't help but agree with what seemed like a perfectly reasonable response to her lack of discipline. Plus, despite her two orgasms, her body still yearned for his touch.

Jason walked toward the bedrooms and was gone for several minutes. Kelli kept turning the idea of punishment over and over in her head, wondering what he had in store for her.

Her eyes grew wide with fear when he returned carrying a wooden cane in his hand. He produced a key that unlocked her cuffs from the chair, but left them wrapped around her wrists and ankles.

"Stand up, slut!" Jason ordered.

Kelli pulled herself up from the chair. Her legs had gone stiff from sitting in one position for so long. The dildo slid from her gaping cunt with one final, loud schlop.

"Over here," he gestured to an open area near the window. "Stand facing towards the door, feet shoulder width apart." She complied. "Good. Now bend over and grab your ankles. This is 'punishment position'. Remember it, because I doubt this is the last time your stupid chink pussy gets you into trouble."

He stepped up behind her, tapping the tip of the cane on the floor. Kelli looked between her legs out the window. For some reason all she could think about was how she was presenting her bare ass to the neighborhood, rather than her impending punishment.

"You will get ten strokes. I want you to thank me after each one," he explained. "If you let go of your ankles at any point then I will start over."

Kelli felt the cane touch the back of her thighs, just below her butt, as Jason lined up the first strike.

Whack! Kelli threw her head back and screamed as her thighs exploded in pain right where Jason had aimed. Whatever she had been imagining, this was much, much worse. Her legs blazed in fiery agony as a deep red welt blossomed across her flesh where the cane had landed. As the pain gradually dulled she remembered her instructions.

"Fank you, Fir," she gurgled out from behind her gag.

He lined up the next stroke, waiting with the cane positioned just an inch below the last strike. Knowing what was coming made waiting so much worse. Chinkslut trembled with anticipation. She felt him pull the cane away. She held her breath.

Whack! She screamed again, grasping her ankles in a white-knuckled grip as her thighs blazed with pain once more. Tears flowed freely from her eyes, running up her forehead and into her hair. She thanked him between sniffles and prepared herself for the next stroke.

Again and again the cane landed. He took his time, letting her regain her composure and thank him before striking again and sending her spiraling into the abyss once more. Several times her strength wavered and it seemed like she would let go of her ankles, or collapse to the floor, but she found some reserve of strength deep down that kept her going. By the time he had finished Kelli had ten long, thin, parallel welts spaced with careful precision along the backs of her thighs.

"Stand up, Chinkslut," Jason said calmly after she had thanked him for the final blow.

She stood up and he gazed into her red, tearstained eyes. He set down the cane and wrapped her in a warm embrace. Kelli leaned into his strong arms and cried.

"You did good," he whispered into her ear. "I had to punish you harshly because it's the only way you'll learn."

He let her recover in his arms for a few minutes longer before finally stepping away. "Chinkslut, inspection pose!" he barked.

Kelli quickly snapped out of her daze and stood at attention, legs slightly spread, hands behind her head, elbows out, and eyes staring forward. Jason found a padded leather blindfold and fitted it over her eyes.

"I had something else in mind for tonight, but I think it's better that we work on your self control instead," he said. "I know you can't help it. It's in your chink nature to want to fuck anything that will fit between your legs. You're a greedy little slut, incapable of controlling your desires."

He attached a leash to her collar.

"On your knees," he commanded. Chinkslut fell to the floor and quickly followed at his side on her hands and knees as he guided her out of the room. However, instead of leading her into the bedroom, they paused in front of Jason's locked office. Her heart raced as he fumbled at the lock and swung the door open. He shortened his hold on her leash and brought her inside.

Her curiosity raged as she moved deeper into the office. It smelled of freshly oiled leather and cold steel. She was led around unseen obstacles to what she perceived as the back of the room.

"Up," Jason ordered. She stood up and was guided onto a padded leather table, laying on her back. He had her scoot down to the edge so that her butt was just barely hanging off, then he lifted her feet up into a set of stirrups that held her legs spread. He cuffed her ankles in place. The back of the table was adjustable and he raised it so that she was sitting a bit more upright. Next he raised her arms above her head and attached her wrist cuffs to a ring on that side of the table. Finally he pulled a broad leather strap across her torso and buckled it down to keep her from squirming too much.

"So, you already came twice tonight. Do you think you have another in you?" he asked.

"Mmm-hmm," Chinkslut replied. She had to admit, being bound naked to this table in this mysterious room with this sexy man had already started to get her juices flowing again. She startled as she heard a sudden buzz, then moaned as Jason pressed a massager to her blossoming cunt.

"Remember," he said. "You don't get to come without permission."

He turned the massager up to full power and rubbed it up and down her wet pussy. She was in absolute bliss. He played her like a fiddle, applying just the right amount of pressure as he swept the device back and forth between the folds of her pussy and nestling it against her clit. She could feel her lust rising. She pressed herself harder against the massager, raising her body against the strap that held her to the table. She didn't think she could hold out much longer. Why wasn't he giving her permission? She needed release.

"Pleaf, Fir, can I cum?" she finally asked through her ball gag, hoping that the squeaky wheel would get the grease. The massager suddenly switched off.

"No," he said firmly.

Splat! Chinkslut's pussy exploded in pain as Jason swung a small leather stranded flogger down onto her hot, wet unsuspecting cunt. "Aiyee!" she shrieked.

Splat! Splat! Splat! He beat a slow steady rhythm between her legs. "Pleaf! No! No!" Chinkslut begged. She tried to shimmy out of the way. She tried to close her legs. Her efforts were easily rebuffed by Jason and he flogged her pussy until it glowed pink. When he finally stopped Chinkslut was left sobbing, her chest heaving with each erratic breath until she finally calmed down and the room fell completely silent.

Buzz! The massager sprang to life again and was pressed against her little pink pussy. "Oh, oh, oh," Chinkslut moaned as the initial ache of the stimulation on her battered cunt paved the way for further bliss. Despite the confusing mix of pain and pleasure she found her arousal increasing again. Jason's expert manipulation of her most intimate parts easily restored the lust she had lost under the application of the flogger. Soon she found herself pressing herself harder against the massager again.

"Pleaf! Pleaf! Pleaf! Oh! Oh!" she cried out.

"Please what, Chinkslut?" Jason asked coyly.

She was afraid to ask. She was desperate to ask. She needed to ask. She waited as long as she could. He was going to push her over the edge whether she wanted to or not.

"Pleaf, Fir, can I cum?!" she practically screamed.

"No!"

The massager switched off. Splat!

"Aiyeeee! No, fir, pleaf, no!" she screamed under the second onslaught of the flogger on her aroused cunt. Splat! Splat! Splat! Each swing sent little droplets of pussy juice splashing across her thighs and coated the strands of the flogger while she writhed and begged him to stop. Then, when he finally did... Buzz!

"No! No! No more," she begged almost as earnestly as when he had wielded the flogger. He pressed the massager into her flaming red cunt. The massager erased her pain, magically transforming it into pleasure, and yet Kelli squirmed away from its touch. Its blessed sensations would only lead to more agony, she was certain. She no longer welcomed his skillful strokes.

"No! No!" she cried out, though with less conviction with each passing second. He pressed on, determined to raise her to new highs. Back and forth, up and down, he applied the massager like a master painter - a gentle stroke here, a twist of the wrist there.

"No... oh. No... oh, oh," Chinkslut's resistance was breaking down. She was nearing the edge again. Her heart raced. Her breathing grew ragged. She couldn't do it. She wouldn't do it. She clamped her mouth shut around her ball gag. She would not ask. She would fight against an orgasm with all her might. She was determined. She couldn't hold out much longer. Her hips involuntarily bobbed up and down against his touch. Just when she thought she couldn't last another second... the massager switched off.

It was as if ice water had been dumped over her head. With a sudden fear she braced for the kiss of the flogger against her pulsing pussy, but it didn't arrive. She held her breath, uncertain of what would happen next. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears.

Jason slid back the stool he was sitting on and unhooked Kelli's wrists from above her head. "I think that's enough for tonight," he said calmly.

What? Kelli was so confused. The whiplash from ecstasy to pain to fear again and again left her reeling. That was it? They couldn't be finished! She was so close to cumming.

He unlocked her ankles from the stirrups and unbelted her waist from the table. "Chinkslut, kneel," he ordered. She quickly dropped to the floor. "Since you can't be trusted to control yourself yet, I'm going to have to take some extra measures. I don't want you touching that horny little Asian pussy behind my back," he explained.

She was led forward on hands and knees several paces, her overstimulated cunt gushing pussy juice all along the way. There was the squeak from a metal hinge in front of her. "Crawl into your cage, Chinkslut," he said.

Cage? She was going to be locked away like an animal? Jason's boot gently nudged her ass forward, and she crawled inside. The ceiling was low, maybe only a few feet, certainly not enough to fully sit up in.

"Turn around," he said. He reached inside and grabbed her wrists, bringing them up to her collar, where he locked her cuffs onto a loop at the front. "I want you to leave the blindfold on tonight. There's still plenty of surprises in here, and I don't want you to ruin them."

She heard the cage door swing shut and a lock rattled closed on it.

"Goodnight, Chinkslut," he said. "Pleasant dreams."

She heard his footsteps retreat out of the room and the door closed and locked behind him. She was locked away in a cage for the night, her pussy frustratingly overstimulated, her thighs still blazing with pain from her earlier caning, left in the dark, gagged and with her wrists locked to her neck. She blindly explored the confines of the cage. It was big enough to turn around in while on her knees and elbows. She was surrounded on all sides by thick metal bars. She laid down and pressed her back against the cool metal and tried to go to sleep.

Chapter 6

Kelli awoke to the sound of the lock rattling on her cage as Jason opened it up.

"Out," he ordered. She stiffly crawled out of the cage and followed after him as he grabbed her leash and guided her out of the playroom. Only then was the blindfold removed and she was allowed to get ready for the day. Today she was permitted to wear pants to work to cover the bruises that lined the backs of her thighs. She had no idea how she was going to sit in an office, it was agony everytime she sat down.

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Somehow she made it through her day. She wasn't sure how many people saw her grimace as she settled into her chair and the bruises on her legs lit up. She dragged herself home at the end of the day, tired from her night spent sleeping in the cage, her sleep peppered with unsatisfying sex dreams that never ended in release. But when she came through the door and saw Jason waiting for her she felt invigorated.

"Why don't you go make us dinner while I get a few things ready?" he said.

Chinkslut stripped out of her clothes and put on her stockings, garter, and collar that were waiting for her. She was a little surprised at the civility Jason was showing her. The past few days she hadn't known what to expect when she got home, so she made sure to grab something to eat on the way back. She quickly whipped up her best dish - sticky rice with sauteed chicken and vegetables. Then she set two places at the table and waited for Jason.

"What are you doing?" Jason asked when he returned. Chinkslut looked at him, confused.

"Little chink whores eat on the floor like the filthy pigs that they are," he explained.

"Yes, Sir," she said, and she picked up her bowl and set it on the floor beside Jason. When she reached for her chopsticks, however, he stopped her.

"Nuh-uh, my slutty little pet doesn't use utensils either," he said. "Keep your hands behind your back and slurp it up you chinky bitch."

Chinkslut grabbed her wrist behind her back and stuck her face into her dish. She pecked at her dinner while Jason casually scooped forkfuls into his mouth and admired the show. After both had finished he picked up her unused chopsticks from the table.

"I never really understood why you use these things," he said. "Maybe they remind you of the skinny little dicks Asian men have. Though there is one use I can think of for them."

He pushed back his chair and stepped in front of her. "I want you kneel, sitting back on your legs. Tip your head back, open your mouth wide, and stick your tongue out as far as it will go. Place your hands palms up, one on each thigh."

Chinkslut hurried into position. "Spread those knees wider, whore," he ordered. "I was to see that glistening little pussy peeking out at me." She shifted her knees apart. "Good. This is 'ready' position. Remember it. It makes that slutty mouth the perfect target for my cum."

He reached down and pinched her tongue between his fingers. "Ah! Ah," Chinkslut chirped as he pulled her tongue as far as it would go, but her hands remained obediently fixed to the tops of her thighs. With his free hand he took the chopsticks and positioned one above and one below her tongue, as far back as they would go.

"Hold those in place," he commanded. She grabbed the chopsticks, one set of ends in each hand, and he let go. Then he went and found two rubber bands. He twisted one around each side so that when she let go, her tongue remained trapped between the two chopsticks.

"How's that?" he asked.

"Angh-uh-uh," she replied with a dribble of drool beginning to flow from her mouth.

"That's what I thought," he said smiling as he watched her slobber drip down onto her chest.

"Chinkslut, inspection pose," he suddenly ordered. In a flash she had jumped to her feet, standing up straight with her arms behind her head.

"Good," he replied. "And what is the other pose I taught you?"

"-unismen' -ose, -ir," she said tentatively.

"Let's see it."

She wasn't quite so eager to assume this stance, given what it had meant for her the previous night, but still, she bent over and grabbed her ankles, keeping her legs straight.

Jason walked around behind her and ran his hand along the bruises on the backs of her thighs. Chinkslut winced from his touch. "I hope you learned your lesson about controlling yourself."

"Uh-huh," she quickly agreed.

"I have one more pose to teach you tonight," he said. "Get on your knees and elbows, with your head up and your back arched. This is 'doggy' position. I think your dumb slut brain can figure out why."

She dropped to the floor on her elbows and knees as instructed. "Good," he said. "Spread your legs just a little bit more, and stick that pussy out." He reached down a hand and stroked her gushing, wet cunt. Chinkslut cooed with delight. He pulled away his moist fingers and cleaned them on her outstretched tongue. "Feels like someone is ready to be fucked." He clipped a leash onto her collar. "Come with me."

She eagerly crawled after him as he guided her to the locked playroom. She held her breath as he undid the lock. Despite spending all night in there, she had seen none of it due to the blindfold she was forced to wear. The door popped open and her eyes grew wide as she took in all the sights. There was the table with the stirrups. There was her cage. Arrayed along one wall was a workbench of sorts, complete with a pegboard filled with whips, clamps, paddles, canes, cuffs, gags, ropes, and straps.

Without delay he guided her along until they stopped beside a set of wooden bars. They were like a gymnastics set of parallel bars, two long sturdy poles mounted horizontal to the floor, except these bars were only a few feet long and were positioned about two feet off of the floor.

"Ok, Chinkslut. I want to see 'doggy' position up on the bars, facing the wall."

She carefully climbed up onto the bars, resting one forearm and shin on each bar. She lifted her head and stared at the wall a few feet in front of her. Jason went to his workbench and found eight leather straps and secured her to the bars at wrist and elbow, and knee and ankle. Then he bundled up her hair in a ponytail and walked around behind her. She shuddered as his hand stroked her aroused cunt, reflexively rocking herself back and forth from her position up on the bars.

After a few moments of getting her nice and worked up, he stopped. Chinkslut heard him walk back to his workbench while her arousal formed a puddle beneath her pussy, and the drool from her gag formed a puddle beneath her head.

He walked around her once again, standing close behind her. Chinkslut pressed her quivering cunt against his hips, feeling his hard cock through his pants. She moaned as she wriggled her bits against him. He leaned down and massaged her little dangling titties, gently pinching her long, dark nipples. She breathed in deep, cherishing his big, warm hands on her body.

Snap! "Ayyyeeee!" Chinkslut shrieked as the first nipple clamp clamp bit onto her tit. He didn't even wait for the pain to fade from the first one before, snap! The second clamp bit into her sensitive titflesh. She struggled and thrashed in some vain attempt to shake the clamps loose. She lowered her head and looked down at her poor, pained nipples. A sharp tug on her ponytail yanked her head up to face the wall again.

"Head up! Keep your position," Jason growled. Chinkslut whimpered and complied. Then she felt his hard dick slide right into her ready and waiting pussy, forcing all other thoughts out of her mind.

"Ohhhh," she moaned as he slowly slid his hard cock in and out of her warm, wet hole. After a few pumps he stopped.

"Why am I doing all the work, Chinkslut?" he asked, pausing with his dick pressed deep into her cunt.

Chinkslut got what he was saying and started rocking herself back and forth, moving her hot pussy up and down the length of his cock while he stood stationary behind her. His satisfied grunts indicated that she was doing it just right.

"Faster," he said after a minute. She happily obliged. Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Her wet cunt swiftly slid up and down his hard shaft.

"Mmmm," Chinkslut purred, drool pouring out of her mouth.

"Are you close to cumming?" Jason asked.

"Uh-huh," she replied.

"Good." He grabbed her ponytail with one hand, slowing her pace, with the other hand he reached around to her chest.

"Aiyeee!" Chinkslut howled once again, her pace faltering as Jason grabbed her nipple clamp and hooked to it a foot long chain with a chunky lead weight on the end.

"Nnngh! Nnngh!" she begged, sagging under the weight of the clamp. He hooked a matching chain onto the other nipple.

"You can cum once you shake those clamps off," he said. "Now keep fucking me! What is Chinkslut's purpose?"

"To -erve white -ock!" she half-shouted and half-groaned from behind her gag.

She slammed her pussy onto his long, white dick sending the weights swinging. She whinnied and shuddered as the weighted clamps stretched and twisted her nipples. She moaned as she moved herself forward haltingly.

"This is how you fuck me?" he asked with rising anger. "Do you even want to cum?"

He grabbed onto her ponytail once again and yanked her back, then shoved her forward. Back. Forward. Back. Forward. Chinkslut howled in pain as her nipples were twisted and yanked mercilessly by the weights. The back and forth motion settled into a resonant frequency where she'd change directions just as the weights reached the top of their swing, propelling them farther and faster on the next swing.

Jason released his hold on her ponytail and Chinkslut carried on vigorously fucking his rock hard cock while her poor nipples suffered. Despite the wildly swinging weights her focus soon returned to her pulsating pussy. Back and forth she moved, sliding herself up and down his stiff shaft.

"Ohh! Ohh!" she moaned as she approached new highs. She could feel her passion building.

"Remember what you have to do first," Jason warned.

She threw herself at the task like a wild animal. The weights swung chaotically like a wind chime in a thunderstorm. Slowly, she made progress toward her goal. The clamps edged their way towards the tips of her nipples millimeter by millimeter. As they slipped the pressure of each clamp was focused on a smaller and smaller area, driving her wilder. Swing. Fuck. Swing. Fuck. Swing. The clamps slid so that each was hanging on to just the very top of each nipple.

"Aiyeeeee!" Crash! Chinkslut screamed like a banshee as both weights slammed to the floor. In an instant she was cumming, completely overwhelmed by the simultaneous sensation of pleasure and pain. She shook and shuddered in agonizing bliss, grinding her quivering cunt hard into Jason, who, enthralled by the intense display before him, also reached orgasm, blasting his hot, sticky load deep into Chinkslut's spasming pussy.

Chinkslut slumped against the bars, held in place only by her restraints, breathing heavily. After a moment Jason kneeled down and released her, gently lowering her to the floor. He snapped her leash back onto her collar and led her forward. When they stopped in front of the cage Chinkslut looked up at him with alarm.

"I'm not convinced that I can trust you yet," he explained as he swung the door open and cuffed her wrists to the front of her collar. He gestured for her to enter the enclosure. "You may remove your gag after I have left." He closed and locked the cage door behind her, then exited the room.

Chinkslut lay on her side in the middle of the cage, Jason's cum slowly leaking out of her gaping cunt. She rubbed her sore nipples, replaying the intense scene in her mind. Her pussy tingled at the memory of such powerful feelings of helplessness, passion, pain, and desire. She stretched her fingers up to remove the grip of the chopsticks on her tongue, then quickly drifted off to sleep, completely satisfied.

Chapter 7

When Kelli was finally released in the morning she saw that she had a message waiting for her on her phone:

Kelli - why haven't you called us yet?! We will video chat on Sunday at 2pm. No excuses. Love, mom and dad.

Shit. She'd spent so much of her free time playing with Jason that she'd neglected just about everything else in her life. But Erika was expected home tomorrow and then things would return to normal... Right? She couldn't possibly sneak around behind her cousin's back while she was living in the same apartment. Kelli wasn't even sure that she'd be able to look Erika in the eye when she returned. But that was a problem for tomorrow.

It was Friday and Kelli walked stiffly to work. Her nipples ached worse than ever before, but she didn't dare to wear a thin shirt like the last time. However, Jason insisted that she wear a skirt once more. He had noticed the previous night that her stockings were dark enough to conceal her bruises from a casual glance, so now she wore her stockings and garter belt (still no panties) to work. She felt so slutty walking around with the lingerie she was fucked in last night hidden beneath her clothes.

When the end of the day came around she was eager to head home and see what Jason had in store for their last night together. Her collar was waiting for her as she shed all but her stockings upon entering the apartment. Jason was sitting on the couch. She made dinner for the two of them, eating hers off of the floor with her hands behind her back once again. Afterward they reviewed the positions she had learned.

"Inspection!" Jason barked. She scrambled to her feet and stood with her hands behind her head.

"Punishment!" She bent at the waist and grabbed her ankles, her long black hair draped around her face.

"Ready!" She dropped to her knees, sitting back on her feet, tipped her head back and stuck her tongue out.

"Doggy!" She bent forward onto her knees and elbows, arching her back and lifting her head.

"You're getting better, Chinkslut, but you need to be faster," Jason said. "Tonight you'll learn one more pose. This one is similar to Doggy, but I want you to lower your face to the floor, reach back around your legs and use your hands to spread your ass cheeks."

Chinkslut followed his instructions, though with more reticence than Jason liked. Despite what they'd been through together, and what she'd already done, it was humiliating to so wantonly present her holes, and, she noted, Jason had managed to position her now so that her splayed pussy and asshole were on display for the whole neighborhood to see. She could feel her face blushing bright red as she pressed her head to the floor to prop herself up.

"This is your Exhibit Pose," Jason explained. "It allows you to prominently display the best thing you have to offer a man - your warm, wet pussy, and your tight little ass."

After admiring the view for a moment he snapped a leash onto her collar and led her to the playroom. He guided her to a knee-high table that was topped with padded leather, then instructed her to assume Exhibit Pose up on top of it. She crawled up onto the table and pressed her face to the soft, supple leather and spread her ass, her feet dangled off the edge of the table.

"So, what would you like to do tonight?" Jason asked as he lightly caressed her rapidly moistening pussy. "We can work more on your discipline, or..." Chinkslut jumped a little as she felt Jason's wet finger trace a small circle on her asshole. "We can begin your anal training."

Kelli's heart beat a little faster. She'd never had anything in her ass before. The prospect frightened her, though there was the tiniest hint of curiosity hiding within the fear.

"Discipline, Sir," she quickly answered.

"Hmm, alright," Jason agreed. He went to his workbench found a three foot long steel bar. It had four round holes along its length, one on each end, and two nearer the middle. He opened the holes on the end and inserted an ankle into each, then he pulled her wrists down from her prominently displayed ass and locked them into the remaining loops.

Next he found a pair of tiny presses - essentially two thin metal plates about two inches long joined together at their ends by bolts and a wing nut. Chinkslut nervously felt him tugging at her labia, gently teasing and tugging them. Then he threaded each sensitive pussy lip into one of the presses and slowly turned the wing nuts until the metal plate closed around her labia. The presses were snug, but not painful, and they certainly couldn't be shaken loose.

With her labia trapped within the grasp of the presses, Jason next rummaged through his workbench and came away with a smart speaker connected to some crude electronic device. Kelli curiously looked at this new equipment, wondering what Alexa or Google had to do with her bondage. Her curiosity turned to concern as Jason positioned the equipment beneath the table and ran a thin wire to each of the metal presses dangling from her pussy.

"What is your name?" Jason asked.

"My name is Chinkslut, sir," she replied.

"What is your purpose?"

"To serve white cock, sir."

"You say it. But I'm not convinced that you really believe it," he replied. "So you're going to practice until I'm sure that you do believe it." He flipped a switch on the device positioned beneath her.

"Every minute or so this speaker will beep. When it does, you will say: 'My name is Chinkslut. I live to serve white cock.' Got it?"

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"If you don't respond in time, or you don't enunciate clearly, then you will receive a small shock on that slutty little pussy. Understand?"

Chinkslut gulped. "Yes, sir."

A few seconds later the speaker beeped. "My name is Chinkslut. I serve white cock," she said loudly and clearly. There was angry-sounding buzz.

"Aye! Fuck!" Chinkslut cursed, jumping against her restraints as the punishment device activated. The short, sharp shock felt like a pair of bee stings right into her pussy lips.

Jason smiled. "Ah, ah. That's 'I live to serve white cock.' Precision matters."

He stood waiting and watching for another minute or so until the device beeped again. "My name is Chinkslut. I live to serve white cock," she replied with an edge of fear in her voice. There was a pleasant ding. Chinkslut let out the breath she didn't realize that she was holding in.

"Good," Jason said. "I'm going to head out for a little bit. You have fun here and I'll check on you in a couple of hours."

"Wait! You can't leave me like this, sir!" she begged as he walked to the door. The beep sounded. "My name is Chinkslut. I live to serve white cock," she interrupted her protests to quickly say. As she did so, Jason closed and locked the door behind him.

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Beep! "My name is Chinkslut. I live to serve white cock," she droned for what felt like the hundredth time. Her mouth was dry, her voice wavered, but the fear of more shocks kept her alert. She'd erred several times already over the past hour or so - even the most careful enunciation was sometimes mangled to the speaker's voice recognition software.

She perked up when she heard the muffled sound of the apartment door opening and closing. Jason had finally returned to free her from this monotonous and humiliating chore. She straightened up in her restraints, thrusting her tethered pussy out for him to see. Her cunt juice glistened behind the little silver presses that hugged her labia. She was so ready for him to come up behind her and pound her till she begged to cum.

She heard the jingling of the lock on the playroom door. It squeaked open. Beep! "My name is Chinkslut. I live to serve white cock," she said in her sexiest voice.

"Kelli! What the fuck?!" Erika yelled, dropping her suitcase to the floor.

"Erika?!" Chinkslut gasped in surprise.

"I decide to take an early flight and this is what I come home to?" Erika asked incredulously.

"No! Wait I can explain!" Kelli pleaded. Beep! "My name is Chinkslut. I live to serve white cock."

"I bet you do, you fucking whore!" Erika growled.

"No. No. Let me explain," Kelli begged.

"I think I've heard all that I needed to," Erika said, marching over to Jason's workbench. She snatched a big, red ball gag off of the pegboard and swiftly shoved it into Kelli's mouth, ignoring the woman's desperate attempts to avoid the item.

"I'm gone for a week and my sweet, innocent little cousin turns into an S&M princess?" Erika said, heading back to the workbench. "Well I've got just the thing for you, 'Chinkslut'!"

Erika took a big wooden paddle down from the wall. Chinkslut's eyes grew wide, pleading with her cousin as she walked around behind her.

Whack! Chinkslut's ass blossomed with pain as the paddle crashed across her presented cheeks. Whack! Another strike landed before the first had even stopped stinging. Whack! Chinkslut howled into her gag. Whack! Beep! Chinkslut's garbled cries failed to register with the smart speaker. Zap! She stiffened as a spark jumped into her defenseless pussy. Whack! Erika ignored her cousin's desperation and kept up a steady rhythm. Whack! The room filled with a cacophony of grunts, screams, impacts, chimes, and beeps. In all the commotion no one noticed Jason entering the room.

"Mutt! Worship pose!" Jason barked.

Surprised, Erika immediately dropped the paddle to the ground and fell to the floor, kneeling down as low as possible with her forehead pressed to the floor and her arms stretched out before her, hands palms down.

"Would you care to explain what is going on here?" Jason asked calmly, while Chinkslut's red ass glowed angrily at him.

"Sir," Erika said, "I came home early and I didn't think anyone was around so I came in here to get my collar and a few other things so that I could surprise you. But then I saw her, and - this isn't what we had discussed. You said-"

"I know exactly what I said," Jason interrupted.

Beep! "Argh!" Chinkslut grunted. Jason walked up to her, removed the ball gag, unscrewed the presses from her pussy, and wiped the tears away from her eyes. Then he appraised the work Erika had done to her backside. He gently ran his hands over her hot, battered butt, then turned away.

"Mutt, strip, then assume punishment position," he ordered. "I expect you to show more restraint, and certainly more appreciation for how I have taken care of your cousin in your absence."

Erika quickly scrambled to her feet and tore off her clothes. Then she assumed the position that was painfully familiar to Chinkslut. Jason walked over to his workbench and grabbed a cane. "Ten strokes, and if you so much as make a peep then I will add ten more," he said, stepping up behind Erika's firm, round ass.

Swish, crack! Erika inhaled sharply as a bright red mark flared across the back of her thighs. Swish, crack! She closed her eyes and scrunched up her forehead. Swish, crack! She bit her lip to keep from calling out. Swish, crack! Chinkslut marveled at the restraint her cousin showed. Ten times the cane crashed across her thighs, and ten times she bravely absorbed the blow, maintaining her composure throughout.

"Mutt, stand up," Jason said, he tossed aside the cane and wrapped Erika in a deep embrace, nuzzling her neck and rubbing her back. After a minute he backed away, then bent down and freed Chinkslut from her bondage. "Roll over onto your back," he told her, then turned to Erika. "I think you two ought to kiss and make up."

Kelli gasped. She'd never been kissed by a woman before, and certainly not by her cousin. Before she could think to protest, Erika had already climbed atop her on the padded leather table and thrust her tongue into her mouth. She was too stunned to kiss back at first, but Erika's supple lips and dexterous tongue had soon aroused a passion in her that she couldn't resist. Erika's hands began to explore Kelli's body, rubbing her breasts and tracing gentle lines along her torso.

Chinkslut cooed as Erika's hands eventually found there way to her sopping wet pussy. As skilled as she was at kissing, she was even more adept with her fingers. She touched her in ways that she didn't imagine was possible. Chinkslut's hips rocked back and forth, egging on Erika's masterful manipulations. Her owns hands roamed up and down her cousin's back, massaging her soft skin.

Jason leaned over and whispered into Chinkslut's ear. "You may cum."

Chinkslut's moans filled the room. Erika was driving her wild. "Oh, yes! Yes!" she called out between kisses. "Oh! Ohhhh!" Her toes curled and her body shuddered as a powerful orgasm rolled over her. Erika's fingers never stopped. She knew just where to touch. She played her like an instrument. Only after she had rent every last ounce of pleasure out her cousin did Erika finally stop and stand up.

"Well done, Mutt," Jason remarked handing Erika a leather collar. "Go wait in our bedroom. I'll be along in a few minutes."

"Thank you, Sir," Erika replied, slipping the collar around her neck. She dropped to her knees and crawled out of the playroom.

"I guess we'll have to figure everything out in the morning," Jason said, guiding Chinkslut over to her cage. "But don't expect anything to change just because your cousin is back," he explained as he locked her wrists to her collar and secured the cage door closed. Chinkslut was left laying in the dark, wondering what tomorrow would bring. Meanwhile, she fell asleep to the sounds of Jason and Erika making passionate love in the next room over.

Chapter 8

Chinkslut awoke to the sound of Erika entering the playroom. She wore nothing but a ball gag and her collar, which Chinkslut could now see was a bit more special than her own simple dog collar. It was custom made to fit snugly against her neck, and across the front, in shiny silver letters it said 'MUTT'.

Chinkslut watched her strut right up to her cage, the soft light glowing on her lightly tanned skin, her perfect perky tits bobbing slightly with each step. She leaned over and began fiddling with the lock on Chinkslut's cage, but she was having some difficulty. After a minute, Jason entered the room and admired the view of his girlfriend bent over, her ass wriggling back and forth while she tried to work the lock. No longer able to sit idly by, he came up behind Erika and bent her over the top of the cage. There he grabbed a handful of her long brown hair and pulled her head back as his hard cock plowed into her.

Chinkslut had a front row view as the duo fucked atop her cage, seemingly making up for lost time while Erika was away. The two grunted and moaned until finally Jason blasted his load into Erika's pussy. She slumped down across the top of the cage and made eye contact with Chinkslut, blushing slightly from her explicit presentation mere inches away from her cousin.

"Mutt, sex pose," Jason barked.

Erika quickly regained her composure and dropped to the floor, laying on her back. She lifted her knees to her chest, parting them to either side of her shapely tits and grabbed her shins with her hands. Jason leaned down and easily unlatched Chinkslut's cage. He unhooked her wrists from her collar and she crawled out.

"Look, Chinkslut, we've prepared breakfast for you," he remarked as his thick, white cum slowly oozed out of Erika's gaping pussy. "Eat up."

Kelli looked uneasily at her cousin's splayed cunt and paused. This was sick. She couldn't do this. Snap!

Chinkslut yelped as a riding crop snapped down across her bruised ass. Erika's beating from the night before had left her cheeks purple and sore, the riding crop reignited the throbbing pain in her backside.

"That wasn't a request. It was an order," Jason growled. He raised the crop again and Chinkslut spurred into action. She scurried forward on hands and knees and dove tongue first into her cousin's pussy, lapping at the warm, salty cum that had dribbled out and was running down towards her asshole. She darted her tongue in and out of her cousin's cunt, tasting the mix of Jason's cum and Erika's pussy juice.

"Come on, whore," Jason encouraged. "I want you to make her cum just like she did for you last night."

Kelli had never made love to another woman before. She licked and nibbled at her cousin's sensitive bits, letting Erika's moans and shudders guide her. She knew she was making progress due to the copious amount of pussy juice she was slurping down.

Jason had gotten her started with the rough fucking he gave her atop the cage, so it didn't take much to drive Erika close to orgasm. It was when Chinkslut locked her lips around Erika's swollen clit and gently sucked that her cousin was finally pushed over the edge. With a room rattling scream Erika came hard, thrusting her cunt into Chinkslut's face, but still holding her commanded pose the entire time.

"There's a good little slut," Jason commented, grabbing a handful of Kelli's black hair and pulling her face up from her cousin's cunt. Kelli's nose, lips, and chin were slathered in a combination of saliva and pussy juice. She looked down at her cousin, Erika's eyelids  were fluttering in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss, and she felt both pride and humiliation.

"I'll give you fifteen minutes to do your morning routine, then I want a proper breakfast for me and Mutt ready in thirty," Jason ordered. "Oh, and don't clean that mess off of your face. I want you to wear it like a badge of pride. Go!"

Chinkslut scurried out of the room. She desperately needed to pee after being locked in a cage all night, and though she yearned for a hot shower, she had to settle for wiping herself down with a washcloth in order to preserve the glistening mess that covered her face. Then she brushed her teeth and her hair before racing into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Meanwhile, Erika and Jason shared a long, hot shower. When they came out breakfast was ready for them. Chinkslut, unsure of the dynamic between her cousin and boyfriend, had plated both meals and set them on the table. Jason quickly corrected this by dumping Erika's food into a dog dish labeled 'mutt' and then setting it on the floor next to his chair. Mutt, as Kelli now knew her cousin to be called, ate her breakfast on her hands and knees by pressing her face into the dish while Kelli returned to the kitchen to wash the dishes. By the time she finished Erika and Jason were sitting on the couch, snuggling. Erika no longer wore her collar and had on a long, flowy summer dress. Kelli crawled over to them.

"Chinkslut, Kneel Up Pose - up off your knees, back straight, hands behind your hips," Jason ordered. Chinkslut complied.

"We need to talk about our situation here," Erika said. "I had sorta always suspected that you were a kinky freak like me," she began. "When Auntie Mae asked if I could take you in for the summer I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to feel you out and see if maybe you'd like to play with us." She glanced at Jason, in a not entirely genial manner. "Apparently Jason decided to speed things along while I was gone and dived right in. I'm relieved that you've taken to it so well. You really are a submissive little slut, aren't you?"

Kelli flushed and nodded. She had to admit that in the past week she had discovered a part of her that she always knew existed, but didn't know how to bring out. Now that she had, she didn't want to go back to being plain, old Kelli - deep down she knew she was Chinkslut.

"Well, if you're willing to stay then we're happy to have you here. But you will be expected to finish your training. While you are wearing your collar you will obey both me and Jason - no questions asked. We may be harsh. We may be cruel. But if you say yes now, there is no quitting later. You will submit totally. You are in it until we decide you're finished. You will still lead a normal life outside this apartment. You can finish your internship and you can return to school in the fall."

She got up from the couch and removed the collar from around Kelli's neck. "We're going out for a little while. We'll be back around three o'clock. You have until then to decide what you want to do. If you choose to leave then I have a friend - a normal friend - who you can stay with. She has an apartment a block away from your work. If you choose to stay then you will be wearing this collar and a ball gag and waiting in Inspection Pose when we return. Think carefully because you will not be given another opportunity."

Jason and Erika got up and left. Kelli, now alone in the apartment, sat and thought. It was such a huge decision that she felt it should have been more difficult, but she truly wanted to continue with every fiber of her being. Now that she'd had a taste of this new lifestyle, she wanted more. She wanted to be controlled. She wanted to be owned. She wanted to be used. By the time she'd taken a shower and gotten something to eat, the decision was obvious. She didn't wait until three o'clock came around, she put on her collar, ball gag, stockings and garter belt immediately and began imagining her new and exciting life.

She took up her position half an hour early, just to be certain and awaited the return of her new masters. Her pussy was absolutely gushing in anticipation.

Chapter 9

When Erika and Jason finally returned Chinkslut could practically feel the smiles on their faces even though she couldn't see them from her position facing the window.

"I knew from the minute that I saw you that you were a submissive slut," Jason grinned. Erika, meanwhile, had quickly stripped out of her clothes - Kelli noticed that she hadn't worn a bra or panties when they had gone out - and she was now putting her own collar on, followed by a ball gag to match Chinkslut's. She then took up a position kneeling next to Jason.

"Chinkslut, on your knees," Jason barked. She quickly dropped to the floor and knelt down next to her cousin. "I suppose you think you're pretty good at following orders," he said. "But I've been training Mutt for months now. I'd bet that she's much faster than you at following orders."

"Mutt, trophy pose," he ordered. Erika immediately jumped to her feet, standing up straight with her feet together and her back arched. She raised a hand beneath each large breast, lifting and presenting them to Jason. "Chinkslut, trophy pose!"

Chinkslut scrambled to her feet, mimicking her cousin's stance, though her own small tits were barely a handful. Jason paced back and forth between the two of them. "This is my favorite position for Mutt," he explained, brushing his fingers along her soft, supple tits. "Less so for you."

Chinkslut blushed with embarrassment, glancing down at her small tits. "Chinkslut, exhibit!" She dropped to her knees, pressed her face to the floor and used her hands to spread her ass cheeks. "Yes, I think this is a much better look for you. It shows off your best assets." He ran his hand along the folds of her pussy. His hand came away sopping wet. He wiped his fingers off in Mutt's hair.

"Let's play a game," he said as he went and acquired a riding crop. "I will call out a position. The last dumb slut to get into that position will get three strokes from this. Ready? Punishment pose!"

Chinkslut jumped to her feet, then quickly bent over and grabbed her ankles. Mutt, however, was already standing and merely had to bend down. Chinkslut squealed into her gag to protest the unfairness. Whack! The crop slapped into her ass and stifled any further complaint. Whack! Whack! Her tanned cheeks now had three pale pink splotches where the crop had fallen.

"Sex pose!" Both women dropped to the floor and rolled onto their backs, pulling their knees up and presenting their pussies. This time Chinkslut was just a little bit faster.

"Tssk, tssk. Mutt, I trained you better than to lose to this amateur," he admonished. "Maybe I should punish you harder."

Slap! Slap! Slap! He swung his crop three times in rapid succession right into Mutt's splayed cunt. The experienced slave squealed and squirmed under the assault, breaking her pose and earning a glare from Jason. He didn't wait for Mutt to stop panting before calling out the next order.

"Trophy pose!" Mutt moved before he had even finished the command, she was on her feet in a flash, thrusting her lovely tits out. Chinkslut was just a step behind her.

"Whack! Whack! Whack! Chinkslut earned three strikes, alternating across the tops of her tits. Her face scrunched up in pain.

The game continued for several more rounds. Jason would sometimes pause for minutes between commands, watching his slaves waiting in anticipation, holding long enough for them to let their guard down. The two girls accumulated a myriad of marks all over their bodies from the kiss of the crop, which landed on whichever body part was most accessible from the latest position.

"I think it's time for the lightning round," Jason finally suggested. "I'll call out positions in rapid order, keeping a running tally of the score. I won't use the crop between positions," he said casting away the item. "But I need to think of a special punishment for the loser..."

"I know," he said after a pause. "The loser will get a tattoo!"

Chinkslut's eyes grew wide. "Nuh-uh!" she begged from behind her gag, shaking her head.

"Oh, relax," Jason dismissed her. "I'd pick out something very tasteful and appropriate, and we'll put it in a place that almost no one will see. Besides, if you don't want the punishment, then you just have to not lose. Ready?"

He quickly barked out a series of positions, calling out the next one as soon as the girls were in the current one. He intentionally had them getting up and down from the floor, till they were panting with the exertion. Drool ran out from behind their gags, running down onto their chests, leaving their tits glistening. He called out the score as they went. It was close. First Chinkslut took the lead, then Mutt, then they were tied.

"Final one," Jason warned the kneeling slaves. "This is the tie breaker. Inspection pose."

Both girls jumped to their feet, arriving in position at the same instant. Jason smiled. "Mutt wins."

Chinkslut furrowed her brow in dismay. This wasn't fair. She didn't want a tattoo. Before she could complain Jason pulled his cock out from his shorts. "We'll figure out what we'll get later," he said. "For now, let's give you your consolation prize. Mutt, take a seat on the couch. Chinkslut I want you to make her cum before you can cum. She is our champion after all."

Erika dropped down on the couch and spread her legs. Chinkslut crawled over to her and buried her face in her cousin's pussy. Jason, meanwhile, came up behind her and slipped his hard cock into Chinkslut's warm, wet pussy.

"Mmm," Chinkslut cooed. Jason was giving her some of his best stuff as he pounded away at her snatch. She found it hard to focus on the task at hand, but she did her best to resist. She didn't want to earn herself a punishment for cumming too soon. The passion rising in her cunt spurred her to voraciously attack her cousin's pussy with her tongue. She licked and lapped, thrusting her tongue in and out of her cousin's cunt. Erika soon began to respond. Chinkslut, encouraged by the progress she was making, pressed on but she was losing control, distracted by the first class fucking that Jason was giving her. When, finally, Erika could hold out out no longer, she emitted a deep guttural groan and closed her firm thighs around Chinkslut's eager head.

At the very instant Erika orgasmed so, too, did Chinkslut, who was being driven wild by Jason's hard cock pounding away inside her pussy. As Chinkslut shuddered with orgasmic bliss Jason unleashed his load deep inside her cunt, so all three were essentially cumming at once. The mass of writhing bodies collapsed in satisfaction. Jason pulled himself up onto the couch. "Mutt, suck my cum out of Chinkslut's cunt, then you two can go clean yourselves up."

Chinkslut rolled over onto her back, almost instinctively assuming Sex Pose, as Erika crawled over and slurped up the cum that was starting to leak from her gaping hole.

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After dinner, which the girls ate from dog bowls placed on the floor, Chinkslut was given a few hours of respite. But then Erika came in to Chinkslut's room holding a little black dress. "Remember how I said last week that you're definitely coming out to a club with me this weekend?" she said, tossing the clothing at Chinkslut. "Get dressed. We're going out."

Chinkslut gulped. What would be expected of her out in public? Sure, she'd practically exhibited her naked body in front of the entire neighborhood, or at least, anyone who dared to look into her apartment's large window, but would she be treated like a slave in front of other people?

She put on the dress. To say it was skimpy is being generous. The plunging neckline practically went down to her navel. The hem was so short that it didn't even cover the tops of her stockings. The slightest breeze would expose her bare ass and pussy to the world.

The shoes she was given to match the dress were also problematic. Kelli had never worn anything with more than a two inch heel. The shiny black shoes she'd been given had a stiletto so high that every step left her teetering like a baby doe. She stood ungracefully in the living room beside Erika, who also wore a skimpy dress - though one which hugged her curves in a very sexy way.

She had hoped that before they left the apartment that she'd be relieved of her collar, but Jason simply said, "While we're out I expect you to obey me just the same as if you were here. Got it?" Chinkslut nodded, at least she wasn't gagged. The collar could at least be reasoned away as an eclectic fashion choice. "The club is only a few blocks away, so we'll walk. I want you to stay two steps behind me and Mutt. Let's go."

At that, Chinkslut went out into the world. She felt like the eyes of every person in Los Angeles was upon her as she walked down the street, teetering in her high heels, and indeed, she did turn many heads as she strode past gaggles of people moving to and from various bars and clubs in the neighborhood. She kept her eyes cast to the ground in front of her, blushing every time a slight breeze caused her dress to billow, trying not to swing her shoulders as she walked lest her tits pop out from behind the skimpy fabric.

Finally they arrived at their destination. It was a plain black door set into a brick wall with no discernable sign anywhere near it. It was like no club Kelli had ever seen before. Jason knocked on the door and greeted the bouncer who answered. He waved them inside.

They walked through the small anteroom and into the club proper. As Chinkslut's eyes adjusted to the dim lighting she realized that this was no dance club, this was an S&M club. There were a few dozen tables, booths, and couches arranged around a raised center stage. Up on that stage was a woman, nude except for a thick leather hood that covered her entire head. Her wrists were bound high overhead and the front of her body was pressed up against a sturdy post. She danced from foot to foot on tiptoe while a man wielding a long thin bullwhip stood ten feet behind her. Crack! There was muted scream as the whip slashed across the woman's exposed back. A bright red line blossomed across her pale skin. The woman twisted and writhed in pain.

Jason led the trio to a couch occupying one corner of the room. He took a seat and instructed his slaves to kneel in front of him. Chinkslut looked around at the other patrons of the club. It was obvious to see who the masters and mistresses were. They were appropriately dressed, except for a few women who wore skintight latex catsuits, and they sat chatting with their companions at the various tables, sipping on cocktails or watching the performance onstage. The slaves, on the other hand, knelt on the floor and attended to their owners. Many were naked, or wore various restraints or bondage gear. Chinkslut and Mutt were probably the most covered up among their peers. That was quickly rectified.

"Chinkslut, Mutt, take off your dresses and hand them to me. You may have them back when we leave," Jason said. Erika was out of her dress in a flash. Chinkslut required a few seconds to build up the nerve to get naked in front of a room full of strangers.

A waitress came by as they settled in. She wore a thick collar and walked about on heels even taller than the ones Chinkslut struggled with. From her position on the floor, Chinkslut admired the woman's toned stocking-covered legs. Her bare pussy had several silver rings adorning her labia. Jason ordered a whiskey for himself and two 'slave martinis' for the girls. Chinkslut wasn't sure what that meant. She saw the waitress swiftly turn about to fetch the drinks and noticed the shiny jeweled butt plug inserted into the woman's ass.

A few more people walked by, stopping to say hello to Jason and ogle his two slaves kneeling next to him. Onstage, the hooded woman had by now accumulated a dozen bright red stripes across her back, her screams provided a haunted background music to the murmur of dozens of conversations among the guests.

The waitress returned, carrying a tray. She set Jason's drink down on the low table beside the couch. Then she removed two dog bowls and set them on the floor in front of Mutt and Chinkslut. Mutt leaned over to slurp up a bit, so Chinkslut did the same. Thankfully the cocktail tasted perfectly fine, even if she was drinking it off the floor on hands and knees. Chinkslut drank her martini quickly, hoping the alcohol would take away the edge of her anxiety from being naked in front of so many people. She wasn't a big drinker and didn't have much of a tolerance, even for someone as small as her, so after just a few sips she could already feel its effects.

More people came to visit. It seemed that Jason was rather popular amongst this group. Several people were interested to see his 'new girl' and he was happy to oblige. "This is Chinkslut," he said. "She still has plenty to learn, but she has such a tight little pussy on her that I'm happy to instruct her. Chinkslut, why don't you show everyone that beautiful little cunt? Exhibit pose."

Chinkslut could feel her face blaze red with embarrassment. Nevertheless, she turned around and pressed her face to the floor, reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks. She wished that she could melt into the floor from the humiliation as the strangers commented on her body like she was a cut of meat at the butcher.

After the visitors had left, Jason insisted that Chinkslut finish her drink, picking up the bowl and pouring the contents into her mouth. Then he produced a pair of chopsticks and recreated the gag that she had experienced earlier in the week, trapping her tongue between the two chopsticks so that she couldn't pull it back into her mouth. Then he stood up.

"Chinkslut," he said. "Mutt and I are going to step away for a few minutes. I want you to wait here in Exhibit Pose until we come back. If you have moved, I will be very disappointed." The hooded woman onstage let out an agonized scream. Chinkslut glanced over. The woman's back was completely covered in welts. She no longer stood against the pole, but rather hung from her wrists against it, her legs too weak to support her weight. "Do I make myself clear?"

Chinkslut nodded.

"Just to be sure that you don't get distracted," he reached into his pocket. "I'm going to blindfold you."

He leaned over and placed a padded leather blindfold over her eyes and adjusted it around the back of her head. Chinkslut took up her commanded position, her head towards the wall and her spread ass facing the room. She felt so helpless and exposed, and also turned on. She was thankful that the drink had left her a little numb to the embarrassment, but she was starting to feel a little woozy.

Chinkslut patiently waited. Eager for Jason and Erika to return. Minutes passed. She heard a commotion up on the stage as the whipped woman was taken down and a new girl was brought up for the next demonstration. Chinkslut was relieved when she finally heard someone sit down on the couch beside her. She was startled when she felt fingers reach out and fondle her pussy. Her first thought was how good it felt, she'd been so turned on by what was happening around her that her pussy was nearly dripping. Her second thought, though, was that the hand stroking her pussy was unfamiliar to her. The fingers were bigger than Erika's, and the skin was rougher than Jason's.

A wave of anxiety washed over Chinkslut. Her first instinct was to scurry away, to flee from this stranger who was touching her so intimately. But she quickly remembered Jason's warning and maintained her position. Besides, whoever it was was masterfully massaging her cunt. She soon found herself cooing in delight, drool dripping from her gagged mouth pooled on the floor around her face. The fingers rubbed her faster and more vigorously, taking her higher and higher. She was seconds away from orgasm, when her visitor leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"Did your master give you permission to cum?" the deep, gravelly voice asked.

"Nuh-uh," Chinkslut replied, remembering that she would be punished for cumming without permission.

"Ah, too bad then," the man said, withdrawing his skilled fingers from her sopping wet cunt. Chinkslut groaned in frustration.

"Perhaps I should help you to cool off then?" he offered. He didn't wait for her to reply. Chinkslut heard the rattle of ice against a glass, then jumped as she felt the man pressing the cold, slippery icecube against her pussy. It took tremendous discipline on her part to keep from pulling away. She remained with her face mashed into the floor, her ass held high into the air, and her hands pulling her butt cheeks apart.

Her assailant rubbed the icecube up and down her labia. Chinkslut grunted and pleaded for him to stop. He did, but only to reposition the rapidly shrinking cube so that he could press it up into her pussy. Chinkslut arched her back and howled as the cold icecube pressed into her hot tight cunt. She tried to push it out, but the man easily held it in place until it dwindled to nothing.

"Did that not help?" the man teased.

"Nuh-uh," Chinkslut chattered.

"Then perhaps the next one will," he suggested.

Chinkslut begged and pleaded again as he reached into his glass for another icecube. She cringed as he ran it up and down her pussy like the last one. But this time, as the icecube shrank down he didn't attempt to shove it into her pussy. Instead he brought the ice cold lump up to her asshole, which she still held widespread with her hands.

"Ahh! Nuh! Nuh!" she begged as he circled her anus with the lump of ice. He paused and pressed it up against her rear hole. Chinkslut resisted, clenching her ass tight.

"I have a whole cup full of ice. I'm not stopping until you let one in," the man warned with growing anger in his voice.

With a cry of dismay, Chinkslut forced herself to relax. He pressed more insistently until her asshole opened up and swallowed the chunk of ice. Chinkslut shuddered as the icecube quickly melted within her ass.

"That's better," the man remarked. "Now I may sit back and enjoy the show."

Chinkslut was left shivering in peace while the next act performed on stage. With the blindfold she was unable to see what was happening, though she heard a lot of grunting and moaning, punctuated by periodic hoots of laughter or rounds of applause from the audience. The performance ended with cheers from the crowd. A few minutes later Jason returned to the couch and sat down.

"Chinkslut, Ready Pose," he commanded. She scurried up onto her knees and Jason removed the blindfold and chopstick gag. "Did Travis keep you company while I was away?"

Chinkslut looked over at the older man seated beside Jason. He wore a dark suit that perfectly matched his steel-gray hair. His coy smile made Chinkslut blush with embarrassment as she remembered what this stranger had done to her. "Yes, sir," she whispered.

"Did you like the way he played with you?" Jason asked.

"Yes, sir. Most of it, anyway."

"And what do you think would be a good way to thank him for his attention?"

Chinkslut stared blankly back at her master.

"What is your purpose, Chinkslut?" he reminded her helpfully.

"To serve white cock," she replied immediately. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the bulge in Travis's pants.

"Ah," Jason said, noticing as Chinkslut glanced at his friend's stiffening cock. "I think maybe you figured it out. Why don't you show my friend what you can do with your mouth?"

"But, sir," she began, but stopped herself. There would be no winning this debate. She was being ordered to suck this stranger's cock. She crawled on her knees to the man and fished his hard dick out of his pants. She paused, staring at his semi-erect penis.

"Well, don't just stare at you slant-eyed whore. Suck it," Travis ordered in his gravelly voice as he moved forward on the couch and made room for her between his legs.

Chinkslut moved into position and got to work. His dick grew hard as she slipped it between her lips and and licked all up and down the shaft. She worked her head back and forth, bobbing forward and back. Then, as Travis really got into it she remembered her training and swallowed his cock down into her throat. She fought the urge to gag as his manhood pressed its way deep down. In and out, in and out.

"I want you to start touching yourself, Chinkslut," Jason said from behind her.

Her fingers moved to her pussy, stroking her aroused cuntlips while she bobbed up and down on the cock in her mouth.

"Good," Jason remarked. "Get yourself worked up. I want you to cum at the same time he does. Too soon or too late and you will be punished."

Chinkslut focused on her dual mandate. She strummed her rapidly moistening pussy while she voraciously gobbled Travis's cock. Her fingers rubbed faster as her head bobbed more quickly. She could sense him getting closer. She brought herself to the edge and held it. After one final deepthroat he pulled his dick free from her mouth.

"Open up whore!" he ordered. Then he blasted his hot, sticky load onto her waiting tongue. Chinkslut's fingers immediately moved to her clit. She came with a loud groan as Travis's cum filled her mouth. She dutifully swallowed the load. A round of applause erupted from half a dozen spectators who had come up behind her unnoticed during the deed. Chinkslut's eyes grew wide and she flushed with embarrassment.

"You did good, Chinkslut," Jason said, petting her head. "I ordered you another drink. Why don't you wash that down?"

Chinkslut found the doggy bowl on the floor and greedily slurped down the cocktail. She couldn't believe she had just sucked off a total stranger, and with an audience no less!

Jason chatted with the spectators while she finished her drink. When she sat up again her head was swimming. When another cock was presented for her skillful attention, she drunkenly attended to it per Jason's orders.

The night quickly became a blur as more drinks came, and more cocks demanded her attention. Chinkslut was allowed to bring herself to orgasm several more times, but only simultaneously with the cock she was sucking. Through the drunken haze she quickly lost count. At some point which she couldn't remember she left the club, undoubtedly carried back to the apartment by Jason, where she promptly passed out.

Chapter 10

Chinkslut woke up with a hangover. She tried to roll over and then she realized she had been placed in her cage and had her wrists cuffed to her collar. In the dim light of the playroom she saw some aspirin and a bowl of water, and she gratefully gobbled them down.

The end of the previous night was a blur. She couldn't remember anything after sucking cock after cock in the club, all while touching herself until she came half a dozen times. But somehow Jason had gotten her home. She laid still in her cage, savoring the low light and the cool touch of the metal against her skin.

After a while, Jason entered the room. He opened her cage and she crawled out and laid on his lap as he sat on the floor.

"You did good last night, Chinkslut," Jason said. "You're a cock hungry slut. You would have made your Asian whore ancestors proud."

She laid there for a minute while he tenderly stroked her hair. Her hangover was already starting to abate. Jason undid her collar and set it aside.

"Why don't you take some time to rest this morning? We'll continue your training this afternoon when you're feeling better," he said.

Kelli trudged to her room. There was some toast and tea waiting for her. She settled into her bed to rest.

After a little while she was feeling better so she got up to take a shower. She stepped under the warm water and let it wash away all the stress of the previous night. As she lathered herself with soap, she noticed that the area just above her pussy was particularly tender. She looked down and saw a dark smudge on her skin, peeking out from behind the bubbles. Curious, she washed away the soap. The dark spot remained. She looked a little closer and saw that the smudge contained letters. She hurriedly turned off the water and stepped in front of the mirror. Then she screamed.

Staring back at her in the mirror was a fresh tattoo, located just above her pussy. It was drawn like a small rectangular stamp, with big block letters inside that read: WHITE COCKS ONLY.

This had to be some terrible joke! She scraped at the ink, desperately hoping that it would rub off, but the tattoo was decidedly permanent. How could she walk around like this? Any decent man she met would be appalled by such a blatantly racist mark. She grabbed a towel and stormed out of the bathroom to confront Jason.

She found him smiling in the kitchen. "You asshole! You had no right to put this awful tattoo on me!" she raged.

"You seemed to think it was a pretty good idea last night," Jason chuckled. "In fact, you begged me to do it."

"I was drunk!" she yelled. "This is terrible! There's no way anyone I'm with won't see this."

Jason stood up, ignoring her tirade. "Since you're feeling better, I think it's time to resume your training," he said. He shoved a ball gag into her mouth to stifle further complaints, before affixing her collar around her neck.

Then he led her to a chair positioned in front of the large living room window. Though as she got closer she saw that it wasn't so much a chair as a frame made of metal pipes that was vaguely in the shape of a chair. He sat her down upon it. There was no seat to support her butt, instead her legs were spread on to either side and secured to the pipes with leather straps below her knees and on her ankles. Her arms were pulled down to a pair of armrests that jutted out near her sides. More straps near her wrists and elbows held them in place. A final strap around the backrest ran beneath her tits and kept her sitting upright.

With the straps holding her down, she was hardly able to move, aside from lifting her ass an inch or two from the bottomless chair, though doing that only made her leg muscles tire, so she sagged against the straps and waited. Now that Chinkslut was secured, Jason gave her a few minutes to settle in. She noticed that once again the lamps in the apartment had been positioned to fully illuminate her body for all the neighbors to see. She hoped that most of them would be away on this late Sunday morning.

After a little while Jason returned, pushing something across the floor. Chinkslut perked up as he slid it beneath the chair. It was just high enough for her to rest her weight on, which she gratefully did. She didn't get a chance to see what it was, but she could feel its cool rubber top nestle against her pussy.

Jason finished getting everything into place, then he leaned over and whispered into her ear. "You don't have my permission to cum."

"Huh?" Chinkslut grunted in confusion. Then Jason flipped a switch. The item beneath her chair sprang to life with intense vibrations and a buzzing that filled the apartment. Chinkslut popped up in surprise from the sudden sensations against her cunt, but she settled back down once she realized they were pleasant, not painful. Though after a minute or two she came to the conclusion that they were too pleasant - the device's vigorous vibrations were getting her all worked up. All the stress from the previous night washed away as her mind focused entirely on what was happening between her legs. She cooed and mashed her pussy against the device, savoring the pleasure.

It wasn't long, though, before the sensations became too much. She'd have to lift herself away or risk cumming without permission. Begrudgingly, she flexed her legs and lifted her wet cunt from the device. She refocused her attention elsewhere and began to calm down, but now she had a new problem - propping herself up from the 'seat' was quickly tiring her legs. She wouldn't be able to hold this position for very long.

Finally she had to sink back down against the delightful and devious device. She clamped her teeth down around the gag and resisted the powerful pulses permeating her pussy. She let herself rest for as long as she dared. Her hips subconsciously rocked against the delightful device until she lifted herself free once again.

Time went on. Up and down. Pleasure and frustration. Lust and fear. She felt like she'd been sitting on the chair for days, but a glance at the clock showed it'd only been a couple of hours. All the while, Jason stalked about the apartment, going about his business and pointedly ignoring her. Later, Erika also made an appearance and she, too, ignored her.

Chinkslut was slowly driving herself mad. She wasn't sure how much longer her legs would hold out and then, once she couldn't keep herself aloft any longer, she'd cum - and be punished. She lifted herself up for what she feared would be the last time, then sensed Jason come up behind her. He switched off the machine and pulled it out from beneath her chair. Chinkslut slumped down in exhaustion.

"Why don't you take a break for a little bit?" he said, loosening the gag from her mouth.

"Thank you, sir," she rasped. He held up a glass of water and she eagerly drank it down. She waited for Jason to loosen the straps and free her from the chair, but instead he walked away. Her break would mean remaining in the chair with her overstimulated pussy dripping all over the floor beneath her.

Chinkslut had sat in relative peace for about five minutes until a sound grabbed her attention. Her phone was ringing, and it was the ringtone she used for her parents. She anxiously looked at the clock on the wall. Shit! Two o'clock. She'd promised her parents that she would video chat with them now.

"Sir!" she called out.

Jason came over. "Yes, slut?"

"I need to take that call. It's my parents," she explained. The phone had stopped ringing, but that was because Erika had found it and answered it. She could hear her cousin chatting in the other room.

"Well then, we'd better bring you the phone," he answered coyly.

"What?! No! They can't see me like this!"

Jason grabbed a silk scarf and draped it around her neck, concealing her collar. "Nonsense! We just need to find the right camera angle," he replied. He arranged something to mount her phone in front of her, facing her from the shoulders up, just as Erika entered the room.

"Here she is," Chinkslut heard Erika say into the phone. "It was nice talking to you, Auntie Mei and Uncle Liu."

Erika carefully moved toward her cousin so that the camera wouldn't capture Chinkslut's bondage. Before the phone was swung around to point at Chinkslut's face, Jason leaned over and whispered into her ear. "You have my permission to cum."

"Huh?" she replied in confusion, just as the phone was turned around to face her.

"Kelli!" her mom shouted with a disdainful look on her face. Chinkslut's eyes grew wide. Shit! Was she found out already?

"How many times do I have to tell you? Sit up straight! You're always slouching," her mom admonished.

"Oh, uh, sorry," Chinkslut said, straightening up. Her racing heart calmed just a little. "Hi mom. Hi dad."

She looked at herself in the little window on the corner of the screen. From this angle they couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. It just looked like she was sitting in a chair.

"So how have been? How's work? How's life in the city? Why haven't you called us?" her dad rattled off.

As Chinkslut prepared to respond she glanced down to see Erika repositioning herself beneath the chair that Chinkslut sat astride. She began to answer her father's questions, but gasped as she felt Erika's velvety tongue slide up into her hot, wet pussy. She quickly caught herself, and tried to talk normally. Fortunately her parents didn't seem to notice.

Erika, rising to the challenge, redoubled her efforts and voraciously assaulted her cousin's cunt with her tongue. Chinkslut, having spent the past few hours being edged by the vibrating device beneath her chair, quickly responded to the attention on her horny pussy. She squirmed in her seat as the conversation wore on. She could sense her breathing growing more rapid.

"Are you feeling okay?" her mother interrupted. "You're looking a little flushed."

"It's fine mom. I'm just, oh!" she stopped as Erika shifted her focus to her clit, causing Chinkslut to curl her toes in delight. "I'm just tired today," she quickly finished. "It's been a long week."

"Okay, good," her mom said. "Because I have something important for you. I was talking with my friend, Jia, from church and she told me that her nephew, John, is coming to the area from Taipei this summer to start business school at UCLA."

Chinkslut could only half pay attention. She squirmed in her seat as Erika worked wonders on her with her mouth. It took tremendous focus not to break the expression on her face.

"Anyway," her mom continued, "I told Jia that you just moved to the city and that you would be happy to show John around and give him a proper welcome."

"But, mom," Chinkslut began, but she was quickly cut off.

"No excuses," her mother insisted. "I already talked with Erika and she said that you are free on Tuesday evening so you'll meet him for a dinner date after work. I'll arrange everything with Jia."

"Oh," Chinkslut replied, her response morphing from acknowledgement to a poorly stifled erotic moan as Erika, sensing that she was making progress, pressed on.

"I have some news too," Chinkslut's father chimed in. Chinkslut's shoulders drooped. She couldn't hold out much longer. She needed to get off of this call before her cousin got her off. "Today I was made a deacon at our church."

"Oh, daddy, that's great!" Chinkslut panted. She could feel herself building higher and higher. She'd reached the point of no return. Her vision began to fade. Her legs trembled.

"I'm hosting a church picnic next Sunday to celebrate. Will you come?" he added.

"Yes. Yes! Yes!!!" Chinkslut, long denied the orgasm that had been simmering for the past few hours, finally lost control. Erika's masterful tongue was simply too much for her to hold out against. Her body contorted against the restraints that held her to the chair. Her eyes fluttered and she bit her lip, an inhuman groan escaped her mouth. Waves of pleasure crashed over her. She quickly realized what had happened and soberly glared back at her parents' shocked faces.

"Um, I will definitely be there, daddy. I need to go now, though. I'm suddenly not feeling well," she hurriedly said. "Bye."

The called ended. Chinkslut slumped over. She was completely humiliated. Erika slid out from beneath the chair with an enormous grin on her pussy juice slathered face.

"Looks like somebody has a date this week," she teased.

Chapter 11

"Open," Jason ordered, then he slipped a new gag into Chinkslut's mouth. It was a bit gag, but the hard rubber bar that was pressed between her teeth and held in place by a leather strap was the color and shape of a dog bone. She was still strapped to the chair, her humiliation from orgasming in front of her parents was still fresh on her mind.

"You've got a date in two days. We need to get you ready!" Jason said excitedly. "I want John to be so pleased by the slutty little chink that his aunt has set him up with. There's just one problem," he added as he handed something to Erika. She quickly inserted the item into her mouth and slathered it in saliva. Jason bent down and pointed to Chinkslut's shameful new tattoo. "This hole is reserved for white cocks. So..."

Erika finished sucking on the item Jason had given her. She pulled it from her mouth and Chinkslut could now see what it was - a narrow black butt plug, about as thick as her thumb and maybe three inches long, dangling from the end was a fluffy one foot long black tail. Her ass clenched reflexively.

"It's time to start your anal training," he said.

"Nnngh, nnngh," Chinkslut pleaded. She remembered the unpleasantness from having the ice cubes crammed in her ass at the club. She wasn't keen on repeating it. Unfortunately, the decision wasn't up to her. Erika once again climbed under the chair that Chinkslut was strapped to. She prodded at her rear hole with the tip of the plug.

Jason saw that Erika was having difficulty inserting the plug. He reached out and grabbed Chinkslut's throat. "You'd better cooperate, or we'll start with something a lot bigger, and I'll make sure it goes in," he growled.

Chinkslut forced herself to relax. The saliva-slathered plug slid up into her ass until her anus swallowed it all the way up to its tapered base. "Ohh," Chinkslut gasped as it nestled into place. She waggled her butt within the bonds of her chair and could feel the tail swish back and forth.

"There. That's not so bad, is it?" Jason remarked. "Mutt, why don't you go find your collar and tail and we'll play a game? Chinkslut has been tied down all afternoon, I bet she'd like to move around a bit."

Erika dropped to her knees and scurried out of the room. She returned a moment later, totally nude except for her collar and carrying her own tail plug in her mouth while she crawled. Except this plug couldn't fit entirely within her mouth - the butt plug was about six inches long and just slightly smaller than a fist at its widest, it was narrow at the tip, but flared out wide before tapering off at its base. Chinkslut couldn't believe that such a large plug could even fit in her cousin's little hole. The slave dropped the tail plug at Jason's feet and then licked all up and down its length.

"Mutt, exhibit pose," Jason said after a moment. Mutt turned around and pressed her face to the floor, thrusting her ass high in the air. She reached around behind her and spread her ass cheeks with her hands. Jason knelt down and began loosening her up with a finger in her ass, then another, and another. Mutt held still while Jason worked. Finally she was ready for the tail plug. He pressed the tip of the item against her ass. Mutt braced herself as Jason worked it in, pressing and twisting until finally, with a grunt, Mutt's ass swallowed the full length of the plug.

"Mutt, release Chinkslut from the chair while I go get a few things," he said.

Mutt stood up to obey. Chinkslut couldn't help but notice that she moved a big more stiffly with the large plug jutting out of her ass. The large fluffy tail that matched the color of her hair swayed back and forth while she worked.

Jason returned, carrying a box with some unseen items inside. "Mutt is a real butt slut, isn't that right Mutt?"

"Yes, sir," Mutt replied. She had finished undoing Chinkslut's straps and had dropped to the floor and assumed doggy pose, down on her knees and elbows. Chinkslut, still stiff from spending the past few hours bound to the chair, followed her cousin's lead and knelt down beside her. Jason tossed her a bit gag matching the one Chinkslut wore and she quickly strapped it in place.

"We've been working on getting bigger plugs into her recently. She just started with this one before you moved in," he explained. "Let's begin with getting you girls limbered up and used to your plugs."

He leaned down and clipped a leash onto each girl's collar, then, standing with one girl on either side of him, he took them for a walk around the apartment. Chinkslut scurried along on hands and knees at his side. The anal intruder felt strange, she could feel it wriggle about in her ass as she crawled along. Even Mutt seemed a bit uncomfortable as she moved about, the even larger plug firmly embedded in her ass.

Jason didn't go easy on them. He walked briskly, indifferent to the girls' efforts to keep up as they crawled along. After a few laps, though, Chinkslut had to admit that she didn't notice the butt plug as much. He brought them to a halt near where he started.

"Alright my little puppies," he said. "Let's play some games. I'll give you a command and the first one to obey gets a treat." He held up a bag of small marshmallows. Chinkslut was a little relieved. The last game they had played didn't have treats, just strokes from a riding crop as punishment.

"But," Jason added after a moment, "I'll be keeping score, and the loser gets to spend the night wearing a more challenging butt plug." He reached into the box and pulled out another butt plug.

"This is the one for Chinkslut," he said, holding it aloft. Chinkslut looked at the plug with worry. It was roughly the size of an actual cock - almost six inches long, and about an inch and a half across at its widest. She certainly didn't want to spend the night with that in her ass.

"And this is the one for Mutt," he said proudly, pulling another plug from the box. Both girls gasped when they saw the monster he held up. It was easily larger than Jason's own fist, two inches across at the base, and wider beyond that. Chinkslut glanced over at Mutt. The girl had gone pale.

"Are we ready? Let's begin," Jason announced. What followed was the most intense doggy trick competition that anyone could imagine. Neither girl wanted to lose. Jason barked out various commands: roll over, beg, sit, and so on. Then he watched as his two eager slaves battled to comply. He judged not just by how quickly they reacted, but also by how precisely they moved, inserting little marshmallows behind the gag of the girl that he felt did the best. As Chinkslut twirled, rolled, and contorted about she could feel the ever-present butt plug twisting and prodding at her ass. She couldn't imagine what it would feel like with something larger, and didn't want to find out.

With the intensity of the competition, Chinkslut soon lost track of the score. Jason looked down at his two eager puppy sluts and smiled, a thin sheen of sweat covered each girl. "Let's move on to the next phase of the competition," he said. He reached down and removed each girl's gag, then reached into his box and pulled out a small rubber ball, at the same time he shouted, "Fetch!"

Mutt was off in a flash before Chinkslut even knew what was happening. She bounded after the thrown ball and scooped it up in her mouth, then proudly crawled back with it between her teeth before dropping it in Jason's hand and receiving her treat.

For the next one, Chinkslut was ready. She watched the ball leave Jason's hand and scurried after it. She was to it first. She bent down to scoop up the ball in her lips, but was quickly hip-checked out of the way by her cousin. Caught unaware, she was easily knocked out of the way and Mutt scooped up the ball. Chinkslut glowered at Mutt. So that's how it's going to be, she thought.

A cutthroat game of fetch ensued. Each girl scrambled after the ball as it was thrown, racing after it and fighting off her competitor as each fought to be first. Jason had to admonish them a few times for "conduct unbecoming a puppy", if they got too aggressive, or attempted to use their hands. By the end, each girl was panting for breath and covered in sweat. Jason ordered them to sit so he could announce the winner.

"You both performed well," he said. "I'm very lucky to have two eager, sexy puppy sluts. But the winner is," he reached into the box and pulled out a butt plug, "Mutt!"

Chinkslut slumped down. She had tried so hard, and failed. Now she'd be spending the night with that big, uncomfortable butt plug up her ass.

"Mutt, sex pose," Jason ordered. She fell onto her back and pulled her knees up to her chest, displaying a wet, sweaty pussy. Jason pulled his cock out and mounted her, giving her her final reward. "Chinkslut, why don't you give the winner a kiss?"

She crawled over to kiss Mutt while Jason entered her with his rock hard cock. Chinkslut French kissed her cousin while Jason pounded away at her pussy, the large butt plug still lodged in Mutt's ass made her pussy feel even tighter. It wasn't long before Jason came, the excitement of making his slaves compete and Mutt's tight, buttery cunt had him all worked up. With a grunt he blasted his load up into Mutt's wet pussy.

He stood up. "Chinkslut, clean her up, and make sure she cums," he said. "I'm going to take a shower."

Chinkslut crawled around to the other end of Mutt and got to work. She slurped Jason's sticky cum out of her pussy and then proceeded to pay back her cousin for the orgasm Mutt had given her earlier, which despite being forced out of her in the presence of her parents, was admittedly amazing. Chinkslut gave it her best and soon achieved her objective as Mutt reached down and mashed Chinkslut's face into her pussy and came. Jason was just coming out of the shower when Mutt decided to thank Chinkslut for her efforts.

She rolled Chinkslut over onto her back and for the second time that day put her skilled tongue to work on Chinkslut's cunt. All animosity from the competition was gone as Chinkslut rocked her hips back and forth, delighted by Mutt's capable cunnilingus. It didn't take much to push Chinkslut over the edge. As she came, she could feel her ass clenching hard on the tail plug. It was an ominous reminder of what awaited her in the evening.

---

For the next few hours the girls were freed of their collars and they passed the evening uneventfully. But when bedtime approached Chinkslut was led back to the playroom and ordered to strip. She was handed the newer and larger butt plug so that she could wet it with her mouth. Meanwhile, Jason played with her ass, inserting a finger, then two, to loosen her up.

She assumed exhibit pose as Jason took the butt plug and started working it into her ass. She bit her lip and groaned as her ass swallowed more and more of the thicker, longer plug. With one final grunt, the plug found its home and Chinkslut was guided into her cage for the night. Her wrists were attached to her collar and the door was locked shut. "I don't think I need to tell you that I expect you to keep that in all night," Jason warned, then he shut out the lights and left Chinkslut in the darkness.

Chapter 12

Chinkslut woke inside her cage the next morning. She quickly checked to see that the butt plug hadn't popped out overnight. Fortunately it was still uncomfortably lodged up her tight ass. Mutt came by after a little while to release her from the cage and free her of the plug so that she could get ready for work. Just as she was about to leave for the day, however, Jason stopped her at the door.

"Chinkslut, punishment pose," he ordered.

She hesitated. This wasn't fair. She wasn't wearing her collar, and she really couldn't be late for work. "Sir, I need to get going," she protested. "I don't have time to play. I'll be late."

"Do you really want to start off your day by disobeying me?" Jason scoffed. "I'll be quick, Your Majesty."

Chinkslut bent over and grabbed her stockinged ankles. Jason walked up behind her and lifted her skirt up over her hips, revealing her bare pussy and ass. He could see the beginnings of arousal forming around her pussy - she was such a submissive slut.

"We don't have much time before your big date," Jason explained. "So we need to take advantage of every minute we've got."

Chinkslut gasped as she felt a finger smear a gob of lube on her asshole and then slip inside her. "Please, sir, not while I'm at work. You can't," she begged.

"You seem to think that you are in charge around here this morning," he said as he worked a second finger into her rear hole. "You need to be put back into your place, slut. I was going to use the starter butt plug today, but I think we'll go with the one you had last night instead."

He ran to get the bigger plug from the playroom while Chinkslut stood bent over at the waist grabbing her ankles near the front door. Her asshole glistened with lube, slightly gaping from Jason's finger play. Her pussy also showed its wetness as she so wantonly displayed her cunt to the world, awaiting her punishment.

Jason returned. He slathered the newer bigger butt plug with lube. Chinkslut braced herself as she felt the tip touch her asshole. She moaned as he worked the plug deeper and deeper, until finally her tight ass swallowed the plug all the way.

Jason stood her back up and dropped her skirt back into place. "Have a good day at work," he teased, then sent her out the door with a slap on the ass.

Chinkslut walked awkwardly down the street, the buttplug shifting with every step. She wondered how she would get through the day like this.

---

After a long and difficult day at work, made all the worse by the uncomfortable chunk of rubber lodged in her ass, Chinkslut arrived home to an empty apartment. She read the note that was waiting for her:

Chinkslut,

Mutt and I will be away until a few hours after you get home. You may take a break from your 'friend' for a little while, but at 7pm you will be in your slave attire and kneeling at your favorite spot in front of the window with all the lights on. Put on the nipple clamps and gag that I've picked out for you. I want you to play with yourself until I return, but DO NOT CUM! I'd better see a fucking pool of pussy juice underneath you when I get back.

-Sir

Chinkslut dropped the note and quickly moved to remove the plug from her ass. She'd spent so long with her puckered asshole wrapped tightly around its base that it took some effort before she was finally able to work it free. When she finally managed to wriggle it out, she somehow felt empty inside. She set it aside and went to make herself dinner.

Chinkslut shed her clothes and put on her collar well before seven. She'd gotten used to walking about the apartment practically naked and felt more comfortable with the tight embrace of the collar around her neck.

Just before seven o'clock she turned on all the lights in the living room and knelt down in front of the small box that Jason had left for her. She opened it up to see a pair of nipple clamps connected by a chain and a 'chopstick gag'.  She stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and trapped it between the chopsticks. A trail of drool was already dribbling out of her mouth as she reached for the nipple clamps.

She picked up the shiny metal clamps and paused. She'd certainly felt nipple clamps before, but she'd never had to put them on herself. She nervously tested the strength of the spring that held the jaws shut - these were not for beginners, but orders were orders. She teased her nipples with her fingers until they stood erect. She lifted the first clamp and held her breath.

"Aiyee!" she screamed as she released the clamp onto her nipple. She doubled over in pain. The clamp wasn't on for more than two seconds before she couldn't bear it any longer. Her fingers scrambled up to the harsh, biting metal and she pried the jaws open. She massaged her aching nipple and glanced warily at the discarded clamp laying on the floor. This was going to be harder than she thought.

Chinkslut picked up the clamp again, and moved it to her nipple. This time she gave it more respect. She opened its jaws and pressed the clamp farther onto her tit, trying to get more flesh inside so that it could share the pinch. She slowly released the spring, moaning as her poor bud was smashed into the clamp. She lowered her hands, breathing shallowly. One down.

She grabbed the other clamp dangling from the end of the chain and repeated the process. She straightened up and looked at her reflection in the window in front of her. The shiny metal clamps and chain twinkled back at her.

Remembering the rest of her instructions, Chinkslut lowered her hand to her cunt. It was already sopping wet from the nipple play. She began to stroke her pussy. Her fingers danced among the folds of her flesh. She traced small circles around her clit. Her hips subconsciously rocked back and forth, fucking an imaginary cock beneath her. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the pleasure, though she was careful not to take herself beyond the point of no return. There was a noisy schlop, schlop as she worked a couple of fingers into her cunt and pumped them in and out.

"Ahem!" she heard Jason say from behind her. "Looks like maybe you don't need me," he teased.

Chinkslut's eyes snapped open. She hadn't even heard him come in. She glanced at the clock, it was 7:20. How had time passed so quickly?

"What a beautiful mess you've made," Jason remarked. Chinkslut looked down to see her chest covered in slobber and a huge puddle of her arousal spreading beneath her. She blushed in embarrassment.

"Let's begin," Jason said. "Chinkslut, exhibit pose, but I want you to use one hand to keep playing with yourself."

Chinkslut moved to press her face to the floor. "Ah ah," Jason stopped her halfway. "Put your face in that big, fucking puddle you made there."

Chinkslut shuffled back a bit and lowered her face to the floor. She cringed as she felt her pussy juice against her forehead. Her hair cascaded down around her and began absorbing the liquid. She lifted her ass high in the air, reaching behind her with her left hand to spread her butt cheeks and continuing to stroke her pussy with her right hand.

Jason stepped back to watch the show for a moment, then went to gather a few things. Chinkslut soon found herself lost in the moment again.

Smack! Chinkslut squealed as a leather covered ping pong paddle slapped into her butt cheek. Jason grabbed her left left hand and twisted it up behind her back. Smack! Another slap fell on her other cheek.

"I can't let your defiance from this morning go unpunished," Jason explained. Smack! Smack! Chinkslut's ass was starting to turn a light pink. Her right hand faltered.

"Don't stop!" Jason roared. "I want you to enjoy your punishment."

Smack! Smack! He alternated strikes on either cheek. Smack! Smack! Chinkslut squirmed under the assault, but she held her pose and never stopped rubbing her cunt. Smack! Smack! Her pert ass absorbed blow after blow. Smack! Smack! Tears rained from Chinkslut's eyes. Smack! Smack! Her ass now glowed red. Smack! Smack!

Jason cast away the paddle and grabbed her flaming red ass with both hands. Chinkslut moaned. "Now you're ready," he whispered in her ear as he lined up behind her. She stiffened as she felt his hard cock press up against her asshole. He scooped up a gob of pussy juice to help lubricate the way, then worked his way inside her tight hole.

Chinkslut froze. Jason's sturdy dick was stretching her ass more than either of the plugs had. "Keep rubbing that cunt, whore!" Jason ordered. "I want you to cum at the same time as me."

He grabbed onto her hips and guided his cock deeper. Chinkslut moaned as he pressed farther into her ass. Then he slowly reversed himself. In. Out. He took long, slow strokes. Chinkslut's ass stretched to accommodate his hard cock. Faster now. In. Out. In. Out. He took a firmer hold on her hips and moved her back and forth in time with his thrusts. In. Out. Her bowed face slid wildly across the floor, sending up a spray of pussy juice and saliva. In. Out. She rubbed herself faster as his rhythm increased. She was focused solely on her clit now as he pounded her ass hard. In. Out. In. Out.

Then, she felt him thrust deep inside her and hold. He grunted at the same time that she felt his cock spasm. She didn't need any further sign. She quickly allowed herself to let go of the pleasure that had been building inside her all day. She added her own moans in reply as she was rocked by an orgasm. Wave after wave washed over her, until finally she slumped down to the floor, exhausted.

Jason pulled his softening cock out of her ass. He grabbed a handful of Chinkslut's hair and lifted her head so that she could see her reflection in the window. Her cheeks were streaked with black tears from her mascara. Her disheveled hair was matted to her face with saliva and pussy juice. Her tits sagged gently from the pull of the clamps. Her overstimulated pussy blossomed like a flower. And Jason's cum dribbled out of her gaping asshole.

"Don't ever forget what you are, Chinkslut," Jason whispered in her ear. "You are a set of fuck holes, meant to be used however I see fit."

He let go of her hair and walked back towards his room. "Clean up yourself and this mess and then lock yourself in your cage. I'm done with you tonight," he called over his shoulder.

Chinkslut got up from the floor and looked at her reflection once again. The disheveled mess staring back at her wasn't a stranger anymore. This was her. This was what she was meant to be. She smiled softly to herself as she went to go clean up.

Chapter 13

The next morning Chinkslut was once again sent off to work stuffed with the larger of the two butt plugs. Though today she had the additional stress of her impending blind date with John to distract her. About mid-afternoon she was in her cubicle processing the latest stack of paperwork from her supervisor when her coworker, Randy, stuck in his head.

"Hey Kelli," he said. "I've got a couple that wants to open an account with us. They specifically asked for you to help them. Are you free?"

"Yeah," Kelli said, shoving aside the stack of paperwork. "Send them over."

She froze as she looked up and saw Jason and Erika come into her cubicle and sit down opposite her desk.

"What's the matter, Chinkslut?" Jason asked softly enough for his voice not to travel beyond the cubicle. "You look like you saw a ghost."

"What are you doing here?" Kelli hissed.

"Oh my! You call that customer service?" Jason teased. "We're just here to check in on you, since we won't get to see you before your big date. I bet you can't wait to have John's tiny Asian cock in your ass. Have we loosened you up enough yet?"

Kelli glanced quickly at the drawer on her desk. "Uh, yes sir," she said unsurely.

Jason furrowed his brow, suspecting that something was up. "Chinkslut, stand up, turn around, and lift your skirt."

She froze. Her face grew pale. "I- I can't," she stammered. "Someone could walk by and see me." She glanced at the opening to her cube. She was at the end of the row, but anyone walking to the break area came by her way.

"All the more reason to move quickly," Jason explained with a hint of impatience in his voice.

"But, sir," she began, then stopped when she saw the anger at her defiance start to show on his face.

She stood and turned around, sidling over to a less visible corner of her cube. Then she trepidly bent forward and hiked up her skirt until the hem was above her garter belt. Her face flushed bright red. She imagined the scene that would occur if any of her coworkers walked past in this instant.

"Cunt! Where is your butt plug?" Jason growled.

Chinkslut winced as if expecting a slap. She turned around to explain, but Jason interrupted.

"I did not give you permission to lower your skirt," he said curtly.

Chinkslut turned back and bared her ass once again. "Sir, it was getting uncomfortable and it was interfering with my work so I thought I'd take it out for a little while. I was going to put it back in. I swear," she pleaded.

"I didn't give you permission to remove it. Mutt didn't give you permission to remove it. You disobeyed a direct order," Jason seethed. "Put it back in. Now."

Chinkslut opened the drawer to her desk and pulled out the butt plug. She didn't have any lube. Jason, reading her thoughts, said, "Use your mouth you stupid cunt. And keep that skirt raised until you get it back in."

Chinkslut lifted the butt plug to her mouth. Thankfully she'd washed it after pulling it from her ass in the bathroom earlier. She licked all up and down as quickly as she could, then she lowered it to her tight ass. It took some effort to work the plug in. It wasn't as well lubricated as she'd have liked given the haste with which she worked. She grunted as she pushed and twisted at the mass of rubber. Sweat formed on her brow. Finally, the entirety of the plug was swallowed by her ass. She dropped her skirt and sat back down in her chair. Her posture was a bit more rigid than it was before.

"You'll be punished for your disobedience later," Jason said. "What we had actually come by to tell you was that we managed to reserve the table next to yours during your date tonight. So we'll be able to listen in and know how it's going. You're already in big trouble for disobeying me. If you want to lessen your punishment then you will make sure that John takes you home and fucks your whore ass. Got it?"

"Yes, sir," Chinkslut mumbled.

"Mutt will meet you in the bathroom at the restaurant when you get there to help you remove your butt plug," he added. "Don't disappoint me again."

The couple left and Chinkslut sat back in her chair. This was bad. She really hoped things went well with John.

---

A few hours later she arrived at the restaurant. She made sure to arrive early so that she could meet Erika, who was waiting for her, as promised, in the bathroom.

"Jason's pretty mad at you," Erika warned as she met her cousin. "You'd better make sure this goes well."

Chinkslut retreated into a stall to remove her butt plug, then washed it off and handed it to Erika, who stuck it in her purse.

"He's in such a bad mood that he made me wear my punishment plug tonight," Erika added. She lifted her skirt and turned around, showing Chinkslut the bottom of the large plug wedged up her butthole.

She dropped her skirt. "Maybe this will help," she said, then reached forward and popped open an additional button on Chinkslut's white silk blouse. Chinkslut started to object, but realized that maybe Erika knew what she was doing. Besides, she needed all the help she could get if she wanted to avoid Jason's wrath.

She returned to the front of the restaurant and saw John waiting for her. He was rather nerdy and a bit awkward, but an otherwise perfectly nice guy. They went back to their booth to order dinner.

What followed was a fairly typical first date. John told her about starting business school. Chinkslut told him about her studies and working at the bank, though she couldn't help but notice John's eyes periodically glancing down at her chest. The restaurant was a bit chilly, and her hard nipples pressed prominently against the thin silk of her blouse, putting on quite a show. Maybe this would be easier than she thought.

They ordered dessert and John excused himself to go to the bathroom. Jason turned around. "Sounds like it's going ok so far," Jason smirked. "But you're running out of time to make your move. I bet this guy has never fucked an American chink before. You could be his first! Just make sure he sticks it in the right hole. That pussy is spoken for."

Chinkslut blushed as she remembered the tattoo. How could she possibly explain that if John saw her naked? She pushed the thought away - one thing at a time, she told herself. She needed to get him back to her place first.

She stood up and moved to John's side of the booth, then she pulled her blouse open a little wider, revealing a scandalous amount of cleavage. John faltered as he strode back to the table and saw Chinkslut waiting for him.

"Why don't you come sit next to me?" Chinkslut purred. John sat down and she slid in close to him. He smiled. This was going perfect.

"I was thinking that after this you might like to come back to my place for some coffee?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes like a tart. She slid forward a little in the booth, letting her skirt ride up her legs, revealing the tops of her stockings and the smooth olive skin just above.

"Coffee?" John asked. He was clearly flustered by how forward she was being. Chinkslut glanced down and could see his cock growing hard in his trousers. She scooped a dollop of whip cream off of her dessert and seductively licked it off. "Coffee would be nice," John stammered.

Chinkslut reached down and rested her hand on his thigh. Her ass was as good as fucked. "Great," she purred.

They got the check. John generously offered to pay. However, as they slid out of the booth to leave Chinkslut, still not entirely accustomed to the high heels she was required to wear, slipped. She threw her arm out to catch herself as she fell. Unfortunately, the closest thing she could grab was the table cloth. As she toppled to the floor she pulled a pile of dishes after her. With a loud clatter that drew the attention of the entire restaurant, the dishes crashed to the floor, splattering leftover food everywhere. John, too slow to react, was splashed with a half-empty glass of red wine.

"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed, as a dark red stain spread across his pants. "I was going to wear these pants to meet my professor tomorrow!"

Chinkslut pulled herself up from the floor. "Come back to my place. I can help you get the stain out," she said. But the spell was broken.

"I don't think so," John replied. "I really need to get home to take care of this, or at least find something else to wear."

"No, please," Chinkslut begged. But there was no convincing him.

"You're a really great girl," John said. "I'll call you soon." Then he hurried out the door.

Devastated, Chinkslut looked behind her at the table Jason and Erika had occupied, but at some point during the commotion they had left. Chinkslut was now left with the prospect of returning home alone and facing her punishment.

She slipped her key in the door and entered. The lights were down low. Before her eyes could adjust to the dark, she heard Jason. "On your knees Chinkslut!"

She immediately dropped to the floor. Erika came up behind her and removed her clothes. Then Jason approached with an evil look on his face.

"You have greatly disappointed me today, Chinkslut," he said. "You have disobeyed my orders and failed to do the task that I assigned you."

"But, Sir-" Smack!

Jason's hand streaked out across her face and left her cheek stinging.

"I don't want to hear your lies and excuses." He nodded to Erika. "Silence her."

Chinkslut obediently opened her mouth to accept whatever gag it was that they had for her. But to her surprise, she instead felt a thick leather hood pulled over her head. Erika wrestled it into alignment. There were no eyeholes, just a tangle of buckles and laces on the outside. Chinkslut briefly panicked as the leathery darkness surrounded her, smothering her senses and triggering a feeling of claustrophobia. Her hands reached up to stop Erika, but Jason countered by grabbing her nipples in a tight pinch and twisting. Chinkslut cried out, and a wad of leather attached inside the hood slipped into her mouth to serve as a gag and further remove her ability to interact with the outside world.

"This is your discipline hood," Jason explained while Erika tightened down the straps and laces. "You will wear this tonight while you receive your punishment. Sixty strokes."

Erika tightened down the last of the buckles on the hood. Chinkslut felt the crushing press of the leather all around her head. Her breath whistled through two small holes beneath her nose. She could neither see nor hear anything. She felt so helpless, so vulnerable.

Jason roughly grabbed her wrists and wrapped them with leather cuffs. She was tugged forward and she blindly followed along, presumably to the play room. Her wrists were locked to a chain dangling overhead, then she felt the chain retract, pulling her higher and higher. It didn't stop until her toes just barely grazed the floor. Her wrists held most of her weight. Her mind ran away with panic and fear. The claustrophobic hood kept her from knowing what would happen next.

Crack! Chinkslut screamed into her gag as her thighs blazed in pain. Her feet gave out from beneath her and her head swam as the cane stroke seemingly came out of nowhere and landed on the backs of her legs. Muted moans erupted from behind the hood as the pain gradually subsided. Chinkslut regained her feet, relieving some of the strain on her wrists. She prepared herself for the next stroke. The surprise of the first one had caught her off guard and made it worse.

Snap! Chinkslut screamed again as a riding crop snapped down on her left tit. The unexpected location had again caught her unawares. She crumpled forward, withering under the sting of the strike.

Whack! She hadn't even recovered from the last strike before a wooden paddle landed across her ass. Chinkslut twisted away from the assault. She kicked out at her attacker in protest. Big mistake. Her ankle was easily caught.

Wham! A thick rubber hose slammed down on the sole of her foot. She squealed in pain.

Chinkslut twisted in misery under a rain of blows attacking her from all angles. Whips, crops, paddles, canes, and more lashed out at every part of her body. It seemed that Jason and Erika had brought out every implement of torture that they had, and they took turns selecting from the collection and punishing their slave all over her body.

Chinkslut quickly lost count of how many strikes she had received. Her body was awash in pain. She endured her punishment hanging from the ceiling by her wrists until, finally, the blows stopped. She hung, sobbing, her body covered in welts and bruises.

After a few moments she was startled by the gentle touch of several hands rubbing and massaging her aching body. Her wrists were lowered from the ceiling and she was set on the floor. Both Jason and Erika held her in a tender embrace, continuing to care for her abused body. She felt a hard venture down between her legs. Despite her thrashing her body had responded with arousal from her helplessness and vulnerability. She moaned in pleasure now as fingers gently played with the folds of her pussy. The contrast against her recent fear and misery soon made her aches feel far away. She spread her legs wider to encourage her lover to continue.

As one set of hands fondled her hot, wet cunt she felt another set of hands start playing with her ass. A well lubed finger slipped into her rear hole, then another. They worked in and out in time with the attention paid to her pussy. Then the fingers withdrew and she felt the insistent push of a butt plug. This plug, however, was different than the others she had experienced. It was short and squat, and instead of flexible rubber it was made of cold, hard metal. She squirmed in discomfort as the plug was guided into place, pressing deeper and stretching her ass until it finally swallowed its width and nestled into place. All the while skillful fingers played with her pussy.

After a few more minutes Chinkslut was panting with desire. Her breath whistled in and out through the narrow holes in her hood. But just as she was about to reach her peak, the fingers stopped. Her masters cast her aside and got up from the floor, then they shunted her into her cage. Her wrists were twisted around behind her back and linked to the back of her collar via a short chain. She could sense the cage door swing shut behind her as it was locked in place.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" she cried out in distress. They couldn't leave her like this - hooded, restrained, bruised, and frustrated. But this is what she deserved, a small voice inside her said.

Dismayed, she moved to settle herself in for the night. She flopped onto her side. As she did so her leg brushed the cool metal bars of her cage. Zap! Chinkslut stiffened and squealed as a spark jumped from the metal cage, up through her leg, and out the metal plug stoppering her ass.

"What the fuck was that?" she wondered in a panic, her heart racing from the electric jolt. She felt around with her foot and discovered a thin wire leading from her butt plug out through the door of her cage. Those evil bastards had wired her up so that if she touched the bars then she would shock herself through her ass!

Chinkslut pulled her limbs closer, determined not touch the sides of the cage. Doing so made the already small cage feel even smaller. She trembled in fear, in anxiety, in frustration, in pain, and despair. How had she let her life come to this? Her need to be dominated, controlled, owned, had led her down this path. How much farther would it take her?

Through simple exhaustion she eventually fell asleep, but not before grazing the bars of the cage a couple more times with her cramped limbs - which immediately jolted her back to consciousness. It would be a long and uncomfortable night.

Chapter 14

Chinkslut awoke the next morning exhausted. She ached all over and had hardly slept at all since any movement she made in her sleep caused her to brush against the bars and get shocked awake. When Erika opened her cage and removed the awful discipline hood she nearly wept in relief.

Jason entered the playroom as Chinkslut was dragged out of her cage. She knelt submissively before him and begged him to allow her to call in sick for work.

"Why should a naughty slave like you get a day off?" he replied. "Though just for today I will allow you to wear pants and long sleeves to cover the signs of your punishment."

Chinkslut thanked him and began to crawl toward her room to get ready for work.

"There's just one thing," Jason said, stopping her. "How do I know that you won't disobey my orders again while you are away at work?"

"I will never do that again, sir," Chinkslut insisted truthfully.

"Nevertheless, I think I ought to take some precautions," he said. "Assume Inspection Pose."

Chinkslut jumped up and stood at attention with her fingers interlaced behind her head and her elbows out with her feet shoulder width apart. Jason walked around behind her and rummaged through a drawer. Chinkslut, facing the other direction, couldn't see what he had in mind. She anxiously waited to see what he had in store for her.

She nearly jumped out of her stance as Jason came up behind her and pressed a band of cold steel up against the small of her back. She resisted the urge to look down and see what was happening as she felt him wrap another steel band around her waist. The two bands were connected via a squeaky hinge near her side and fit snugly all the way around her.

But that wasn't the end of it. Once he had latched the two bands together with a clasp on her side opposite the hinge, he clipped one more metal piece to the back of her new metal belt. This one he brought up between her legs, fitting it tight against her cunt, before connecting it to the front of the belt. He finished by snapping a few small locks onto the clasps.

"There," Jason announced with satisfaction. "How do you like your new chastity belt, Chinkslut?"

Chinkslut looked down at her trapped cunt with dismay. "Please, sir, no! I'll be good I promise!" she begged.

"That's what I thought last time, but for all I know, you've been diddling yourself in the bathroom every day at work. You've probably cum a dozen times without my permission, you whore. You'll wear this until you can prove to me that you can follow orders. Now go get ready for work. We don't want you to be late."

Chinkslut waddled into her bedroom to get dressed. The unyielding metal pinched and poked her with every step. The hinges squeaked and the locks rattled. In the privacy of her own room she tested the fit of the chastity belt. She could hardly press a single finger between the band and her pussy. She was locked up tight.

Chinkslut dug around in her wardrobe until she could find some clothes that would fit over her new accessory without revealing what was underneath. Thankfully the pants that she found helped muffle the clatter of the locks, though the hinge still audibly squeaked if she wasn't careful how she moved.

She entered the dining area and quickly wolfed down the breakfast that Erika had prepared for her so she wouldn't be late. As she stood up to walk out the door, Jason stopped her once again.

"Chinkslut, punishment pose," he ordered.

Chinkslut barely managed to stifle a sigh as she stopped just short of the front door. She dutifully bent over and grabbed her ankles. Jason came up behind her, undid her pants, and lowered them past her hips.

"Just because you're being punished doesn't mean we have to stop your anal training," he explained. "Mutt, would you please give our little Asian whore her butt plug?"

Erika crawled over to them and withdrew a metal saliva soaked butt plug from her mouth. She inserted the tip through the circular gap in the chastity belt that surrounded Chinkslut's anus. With only a few thrusts, Mutt was able to wriggle the plug home, nestling it snugly into her rear hole. Chinkslut bit her lip as she felt her asshole grasp the plug. Just a few days ago she'd have struggled to accommodate this anal intrusion, now she took it like a champ.

With the plug in place, Erika moved aside and knelt down near Jason. Jason fished an odd looking wrench from his pocket and moved up behind Chinkslut. He inserted the wrench into a hole in base of the plug and turned it. As he turned, the part of the plug outside of Chinkslut's ass expanded. He kept turning until the base slotted itself into the ring formed by the chastity belt. The plug was now effectively part of the belt itself, unremovable unless one used the special wrench to unexpand the base.

Jason ran his finger along a particularly prominent welt on Chinkslut's butt cheek. "Are you going to be a good girl today?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," Chinkslut replied. Despite her situation, the combination of the ass play and her helplessness had thoroughly turned her on. She could feel her wet cunt blossoming against the metal band pressing in all around her.

"Good," he said, pulling her pants up over her ass once again. "Off to work with you then."

Chinkslut stood up, feeling the stiff metal plug shifting inside her as she did so. Jason gave her a gentle pat on the ass to send her on her way. Chinkslut winced as even the gentle slap on her bruised buttocks caused her pain. Then it was off to work.

Chapter 15

Somehow Chinkslut made it through the day at work without anyone finding out what was hidden beneath her clothing. She stepped away at lunchtime to buy a can of lubricant so that the hinges would stop squeaking, at least. She figured that this wouldn't break any of Jason's rules.

When she came home that evening Jason and Erika were waiting for her. Jason removed the butt plug, but the chastity belt remained. After dinner, wearing nothing but her collar and the belt, she was taken back to Jason's bedroom. There she was ordered to suck Jason's cock while Erika played with her tits. Chinkslut, denied all day and frustrated the night before, was practically gushing. Pussy juice seeped out from around the confines of her enclosed cunt.

When Jason pulled his cock from her mouth and walked around behind her he whispered into her ear. "You may cum... if you can."

He then buried his cock deep in her ass, threading his meaty manhood through the rear hole in the belt. Chinkslut melted. The anal stimulation was driving her wild, but with nothing touching her pussy she couldn't pull herself over the edge. Her unfettered hands pawed futilely at her cunt. She desperately wanted to slip a finger beneath the metal, but was cruelly denied by the snug fit of the belt.

As Jason pumped away in her ass from behind, Erika came around and sat down in front of her. She spread her legs wide and thrust her glistening pussy towards Chinkslut's face. Chinkslut obediently lapped at her cousin's pussy, but her mind kept wandering to the fire raging in her loins.

Swish! Splat! Chinkslut moaned as a flogger wielded by Erika crashed down across her back. "Pay attention to me, whore!" Erika snapped. "Make me cum before him, or I'll turn your back black and blue!" Swish! Splat! Erika emphasized her order with another swing of her flogger.

Chinkslut refocused on servicing the pussy in front of her. She expertly licked and sucked. Erika leaned back to enjoy her efforts, but Chinkslut's mind kept wandering. When it did, Erika brought her focus back to the task at hand with a swing of her flogger.

Jason, meanwhile, was in no hurry to cum. He worked his way in and out of Chinkslut's tight butthole while he watched his slave writhe under the attentions of Erika. He graciously took his time and waited for Chinkslut to get Erika off before finally blasting his load inside Chinkslut's ass.

Chinkslut, frustrated as ever, was then sent away to her cage. Jason was confident enough in the hold of the chastity belt that he didn't even bother to lock up her wrists before putting her away for the night. Despite her best efforts Chinkslut was unable to find release. She passed the night restlessly, haunted by her aching cunt.

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She was sent to work the next day the same way as the previous. Jason locked the hard metal plug into her ass and sent her along. Chinkslut could hardly focus all day. Her mind kept drifting back to her poor, unsatisfied pussy.

When she returned home in the evening she was given much the same treatment as the night before. Jason and Erika did their very best to get her all riled up, only to pack her away for the night more frustrated than before.

On Saturday morning she was tied face up spreadeagle on her roommates' bed. There she was soundly ignored while Jason and Erika fucked on top of her. Erika, laying facedown atop Chinkslut, shuddered and moaned in orgasmic bliss while Jason railed her from behind.

Chinkslut thought she would go crazy with lust. She begged and pleaded with her masters for release. After another late morning session of arousal and denial Jason finally untied Chinkslut from the bed.

"So you want me to let you out of your chastity belt?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir. Please! I'll do anything!" she begged.

"Good," Jason smiled. "Get dressed. We're going out."

He tossed her a thin white cotton dress, white thigh high stockings, and what could only be described as a pair of white stripper heels. Chinkslut quickly donned the clothing. As she pulled the dress over her head she realized just how short it was. The only way for it to cover the tops of her stockings was for her to stretch it down over her thighs. However, this pulled the dress tight against her body and revealed her dark nipples through the thin fabric.

As Chinkslut struggled with her dress she was led by Jason and Erika down to the car. She climbed in the back and waited patiently while they headed to the freeway. Chinkslut, after spending the past few nights frustrated and overstimulated, was soon nodding off as they sat in traffic.

Some indeterminate time later, Chinkslut was awakened as the car rumbled over a pothole. In her sleep her dress had ridden up over her hips, leaving her shackled pussy exposed to anyone that happened to glance through the side window.

"Hey Sleeping Beauty, we're almost there," Jason said. Chinkslut rubbed the grogginess from her eyes and looked out the window. She recognized this area - it was the neighborhood she had grown up in.

"Huh?" Chinkslut wondered. "What are we doing here?"

"Don't you remember?" Erika chimed in. "You agreed to come to the church picnic that your father is hosting today."

Chinkslut felt her blood run cold. They had to be kidding. This couldn't be real. But then she saw the banner as the car pulled into the church parking lot.

"That's right," Jason added. "You said you wanted me to remove that chastity belt, so here's the deal. You get two guys at the picnic off and I'll free that naughty little pussy."

Chinkslut stared at him blankly. There was no way she could do this.

"I don't care who it is - an old ex-boyfriend or the youth pastor, whatever," he added. "You can suck them off, or if you're feeling kinky, I left your ass unplugged. So you can let them in the backdoor if you want. But if you don't get the job done by the end of the picnic then it's at least another week with your pussy locked up."

Jason, ever the gentleman, stepped out of the car and opened the door for her. Chinkslut, already blushing, stepped out. She hurriedly pulled her dress down and far as it would go, desperately hoping that she didn't look nearly as indecent as she thought she did. But from the looks she got as she walked into the picnic, she was certainly attracting the wrong kind of attention. She didn't make it more than a dozen steps before her mother caught sight of her and hurried over.

"Kelli!" she fumed in a harsh whisper. "What are you wearing? You show up to a church picnic dressed like a cheap dock whore?!"

"I'm sorry, mom," Chinkslut replied. "I've been so busy at work that I haven't had time to do laundry. This is all that I had."

Her mother scoffed, then took the shawl from her shoulders and threw it around Chinkslut. She was about to ask about the unusual panty line underneath Chinkslut's dress when there was a loud clatter from the potluck table. Jia's clumsy son, Victor, had tipped over a tray of egg rolls and was threatening to take down the whole table with him. Chinkslut's mother hurried off to help and Chinkslut slinked away, pulling the shawl tight around herself, but effectively covering essentially nothing controversial. She tugged at her dress, which was constantly riding up her legs, as she ducked around the corner of a tent.

She tentatively peeked out from around the corner and scanned the crowd. If Jia was here, then perhaps her nephew, John, was too. Maybe she could pick up where they left off after their disastrous date earlier in the week. She peered from person to person, but didn't see him.

"Looking for someone?" a voice asked from behind her.

Chinkslut jumped in surprise, causing her dress to spring up above her hips. She spun around to see John standing with a smile behind her. He glanced down and saw her iron underwear, his blush nearly matched her own.

"Oh John, it's you!" she said, quickly regaining her composure. "I was hoping I'd run into you." She resisted the urge to pull her dress back down. "Maybe we can go some place more private to talk?"

She didn't wait for an answer. He was practically salivating as his eyes roved up and down her body. She grabbed his hand and led him into the church building. They turned into the first open door she could find and then she attacked him like a wild animal.

She reached her hands up into his thick black hair and pulled his face to hers, giving him a deep, passionate kiss. As she leaned against his body she could feel his hard cock pressing back. She reached down to unzip his pants.

"Kelli, I-," he began, but she shushed him as she dropped to her knees and took his dick into her mouth.

"Mmm," he moaned as her expert lips glided up and down his cock. Through Chinkslut's expertise and the excitement of the situation, he didn't last long. John, perhaps surprised himself by how quickly he came, stiffened and withdrew his cock from Chinkslut's mouth just as his cum erupted from the tip of his penis. Too late, Chinkslut realized what was happening as John sprayed his load all over her long black hair.

"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry," he said.

Chinkslut reached up to her hair and her fingers came away slathered in John's sticky seed. A look of worry flashed across her face. She had succeeded in finding her first target, but how could she seduce anyone else with a big gob of cum in her hair? Before she could think of what to do, John grabbed a pitcher of water off of a nearby desk.

"Here, let me help," he said. He poured a bit of water over her hair and pawed at the sticky lump. When that failed to help he poured even more. Chinkslut shuddered as the cool water spilled down off of her hair and down the front of her dress.

"Aye! No!" she cried out, jumping away from her well-meaning companion. On the one hand, he had succeeded in rinsing the cum from her hair. But on the other, he had now soaked her thin, white dress, which was now effectively transparent. Her dark nipples showed clearly through the tight, wet fabric.

"Look what you did!" she said angrily.

John's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he stared down at her chest. "Sorry! I'll go see if I can find a towel," he said and he scurried out of the room.

Chinkslut didn't think she had time to wait for John to return. She had to find her next target before the picnic ended, and before she humiliated herself any further. She got up from the floor and raced out of the room. Turning a corner she crashed right into Father Callahan, the head priest at the church. The middle aged man stumbled back as Chinkslut's small frame bounced off of him and she fell back onto the floor. Her wet dress, clinging to her tits, popped up over her tits, exposing her caged cunt to the surprised priest.

"Father Callahan! I'm sorry!" Chinkslut said as she tugged her dress back down.

"Ah, Kelli. I was hoping I'd run into you, though not literally," he chuckled. "I just got through talking with your mother. She wanted me to meet with you to discuss your recent, uh, wardrobe choices. Why don't you come into my office?"

Before Chinkslut could think of a satisfactory excuse she was guided by her arm into Father Callahan's office. He sat her down on a chair, then turned around and leaned back against the front of his desk facing her. Chinkslut was too ashamed to look up. She stared down at the floor waiting for a lecture on humility.

"I think you know what I have to say," Father Callahan said.

"Yes, sir," Chinkslut replied. She chanced a glance up at his disapproving face, but as her eyes slowly rose from the floor she noticed a prominent bulge in the priest's pants. She looked up at his eyes and caught him staring obviously at her tits.

"And what do you think you we should do about it?" he asked, now meeting her eyes with a look of lust.

Chinkslut dropped to her knees, grateful for such a fortunate turn of events. She crawled forward and reached up to release the priest's pious penis from his pants. Before she could even think twice about it, her mouth was wrapped around his hard cock. Father Callahan grabbed onto the back of her head and guide her hungry lips up and down his shaft. Chinkslut couldn't believe it. This was the man who, at her parents' insistence, she watched every Sunday when she was growing up preach against loose morals and premarital sex, and now he was doing his best to ram her tonsils with his dick.

"Oh, yeah," he grunted while her head bobbed up and down. "Tell me you're a naughty cocksucking whore."

Chinkslut let his dick slide out of her throat. "I'm a naughty cocksucking whore," she said. Then she deepthroated his dick once again.

"Tell me you're a sinful little slut," he commanded.

"I'm a sinful little slut," Chinkslut repeated. As she moved to take his hard cock into her mouth again she saw movement in the window behind him. Chinkslut glanced over at the open window and saw Erika and Jason watching eagerly right in front of it. Erika's face was aghast at the sight of her cousin sucking off their childhood priest. While Jason could barely contain his glee at seeing his obedient slave slut so wantonly servicing the priest's holy hard-on.

Chinkslut blushed at the realization that she was being watched, but she knew she had a job to do. Without missing a beat she buried the priest's dick in her throat and bobbed her head up and down.

"That's right, sinner," the priest said. "Here comes your penance." His hands pressed down on the back of her head, holding her with his cock all the way down her throat. She hadn't had a chance to get a breath of air first. She raised her hands to push herself away, but he held fast. Chinkslut struggled against his firm grasp, feeling his hard cock wriggle about in her throat while she frantically battled for breath. Just as she felt herself growing lightheaded, she could feel his dick start to spasm. With a loud grunt, he blasted his cum right down her throat. Only then did he release his hold.

Chinkslut slid his softening dick out of her mouth and crumpled to the floor. Father Callahan stood up and tucked his member back into his pants. "I'll be sure to let your mother know that I've helped put you on a more righteous path," he said. Then he left his office to rejoin the picnic.

"Holy shit! That was amazing," Jason scoffed through the window. "I'd never have imagined that you were horny enough to suck off your childhood priest. Come on back to the car. I think you've earned your freedom from the chastity belt for now."

Chinkslut, more turned on than ever from the sex and humiliation, jumped back to her feet and practically ran back to the parking lot. Jason met her there a moment later, holding the key for the locks that had stymied her all week.

"You think we should go say goodbye to your parents before we go?" he teased.

"Please, sir, no!" Chinkslut begged.

"Alright," he said. "Get in."

He climbed into the backseat beside her while Erika drove home. On the way he told her to lift her dress so that he could remove her chastity belt. But he wouldn't let her cum just yet. Chinkslut's poor neglected pussy was practically gushing with anticipation.

When they got back to the apartment, Chinkslut ran up the stairs, threw off her clothes and waited obediently by the door for Jason to catch up. Jason entered and ignored her, walking to the playroom instead.

"I have something for you," he said when he returned. He held up a collar, but it wasn't her normal collar. This one was smooth black leather, perfectly sized for her slender neck. Emblazoned across the front were shiny silver letters that said 'CHINKSLUT'. "Put it on."

Chinkslut proudly buckled her beautiful new collar around her neck and looked expectedly up at her master.

"Now the fun can really begin," he said.

THE END 

...for now