College Friends

The Model Show

 

 

Jamie and Nicole arrived together on front door step at eleven in the morning.  Both women were stunning in their matching white mini-skirts, white tube tops, black fishnet stockings and black high heel shoes.  I could easily see Jamie’s large, dark areolas, while I could see just a hint of Nicole’s areolas through her top.  Both women’s large nipples were visibly sticking through the thin material of their tube tops.

“Good you’re early,” I say as I move to the side to let the two women move into the house.  As they both enter the house, they dropped to their hands and knees in unison.  With them on their hands and knees, their skirts hiked up over their lovely asses to reveal the lacey thong panties they are wearing.  Nicole had picked a bright blue pair of panties while Jamie had picked a white pair.  Both women had dark, damp spots where the panties covered the women’s pussies.

“You two slaves look like you’re ready for the start of your modeling careers.”  I say as the two women start to crawl towards the living room.

“Master, we weren’t able to sleep last night, we’re so excited,” Jamie replied.  Both she and Nicole started to giggle with anticipation.

“Okay, good.”  I inform my slaves that we are going to head over to The Collar to meet up with Myra and her master.  We are going to ride over the place the show was going to take place with the two.  I give The Collar a call to let them know we are on our way over to meet with them.

The three of us walk through the front door of the closed store.  Nicole had never been to the store, and felt a little nervous about meeting Myra and her master.  Jamie on the other hand seemed to become even more excited about the days activities when she walked through the front door of the store.

Before we are able to make it to the counter of the store, Myra steps out of one of the many backrooms.  Like Jamie and Nicole, Myra has chosen a mini-skirt, hers is black in color.  Along with her mini-skirt, Myra is wearing a red halter top, with a string running up around her neck to hold the top up.  On her legs, Myra wears a pair of black stockings with lacey tops, which are exposed since the mini-skirt doesn’t travel much pass her ass.  As she continued to walk towards us, I noticed the area around her nipple had been cut out of her shirt, allowing her pierced nipples to be completely exposed.

“Hello, Sir,” Myra said to me.  Myra then turned her attention to Jamie, and the two women quickly embraced in a French kiss, and groped each others asses.  When Myra finished with Jamie, she walked over to Nicole, and repeated the process.  I could see Nicole was ridged while Myra’s tongue explored her mouth, and her hands roamed over her ass.

Moments later, Mike walked out of a back room and shook my hand.  He then walked over to Jamie.  “It is lovely to see you again, whore.”  He reached down and grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it before he moved over to Nicole and repeated the process.  When he finished he walked behind Myra, wrapped his arms around her and pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and started to rotate her nipples.

“Are we ready to go?”

“I think so.  Do you have everything ready to go?” I asked.

“Sure do.  Let’s get going.”  Mike stepped back from Myra and spanked her hard on her ass.  Myra reached back and lifted her skirt for everyone in the room to see the red mark of a handprint on her ass cheek as she made her way towards the front door.

The three women piled into the back seat of Mike’s car, while I jumped in the passenger seat.  I looked back to see how the girls were doing, and I couldn’t help but notice that all three women’s nipples were standing at attention.  We road for nearly thirty minutes out into the country, until we reached a large brick farm house.  The house was huge and looked well kept.  The front door was answered by a black male servant dressed in a bulter’s uniform.  Mike told him who we were, and the butler pointed us to the living room, while he led the women in a different direction.

We sat in the living room for nearly forty five minutes before anyone came into the room.  Luckily, the living room was stocked with plenty of booze, which Mike and I took advantage of.  We were working on our third vodka tonics when a man dressed in a polo shirt and kaki pants entered into the room.  Following behind the man was a short, somewhat plump black woman in a black leather corset which shoved her huge tits up and together.  Along with the corset the woman wore black stockings, black high heels, and a collar that had a leash which the man in front led her by.

I almost chuckled when I saw the woman.  I knew who she was, and couldn’t believe she would be a submissive.  I had taken her English class my first year in college, and she was a real take charge, bossy, bitch.  What also made it more funny, was Professor Mitchell was Jamie’s academic advisor.  Jamie hated her about as much as one could hate someone.

As Professor Mitchell walked into the room, and saw me, she stopped and tried to cover her hairy, exposed pussy with her hands.  Unfortunately for her, her master yanked on her leash and she continued to follow.

“Hello, you bossy cunt,” Mike said to Professor Mitchell.  She walked in front of her master and dropped to her hands and knees and started to kiss Mike’s shoes.  She continued to kiss his shoes until her master brought a riding crop, which he held in his hand down hard on her ass.  The blow caused her slightly flabby ass to jiggle, and she let out a yelp.

“Master, this is bondage Mike.  He is the one who has been designing all of our toys for us.”  Mike and the man named Nick shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.  Mitchell stayed on her hands and knees and hovered her head just above Mike’s shoes while the two men talked.  Nick yanked her leash in my direction and she crawled over to my shoes and started to kiss my shoes as well.  She continued this until Nick brought the riding crop down hard on her other ass cheek

“Master this is Jay.  I had him in my freshman English class.”  I shook hands with Nick and motioned for the riding crop, which he gladly handed over.  I brought the riding crop down hard directly on her black asshole, and Mitchell howled in pain.

“Slut, you will call me Torture Jay.  Do you understand me?”  She nodded, and I looked up to see Nick giving me a huge smile.

“You dumb cunt, get out of here and get ready for the show.  I think you should know what to do, since Bondage Mike instructed you about for the last couple of days.”  She rose to her feet in front of me, part of her tits had fallen out of the top of her corset and she had tears in her eyes as she walked out of the room.

We talked for a couple more minutes before we decided to head for the show.  Mike told us the plan was for there to be three separate rooms which the women would be placed in.  They would then demonstrate things in three different categories.  The first category was clothing, second was accessories, and third was furniture.

As we headed for the viewing rooms, Mike gave us a run down of what events were going to take place in the next couple of minutes.  Mike told us he had a list of questions for the girls to answer, and the butler, whose name was Marcus would assign the women their materials for the show.  After the interviews, the women would put on a show featuring one item from each of the categories.  Each of the small rooms had a changing room for the women, and Professor Mitchell would be in the room to help the women with whatever they needed.  Marcus would help the women in the rooms, if he was needed during their shows.

As Mike finished, we stepped in front of a dark window, which was a two way mirror.  The only thing the women could see inside the room was a reflection of themselves, while I, Nick and Mike could see everything in the room.  Sitting on a TV stand in front of the windows was a small television.  Nick and I stopped in front of the TV, while Mike step up to the television and turned it on, and pushed play on the VCR below the TV.

On the screen, Myra sat down on a folding chair, still dressed in her top with holes for her nipples to poke through, and her mini-skirt.  Myra crossed her legs, giving the camera a good amount of her ass to picture.

Off-screen, Marcus sat in another folding chair with a clipboard and a list of questions for each of the women.  Mike had said the list was to make the show a little more exciting.  Plus, the questions would give everyone an insight to each of the women’s desires.

“What is your name?” Marcus’s baritone voice boomed over the speakers.  The interview had taken place while we had remained in the living room talking.

“Slave Myra.”

“How long have you been a slave?”

“Going on five years.”

“Have you been tied up, or restrained before?”

“Yes.”

“How recently?”

“This morning.”

“Have you been fucked while restrained before?”

“Yes, many times.”

“Do you enjoy this?”

“Yes, very much.”

“Has pain ever been part of your sexual relations?”

“Yes, on many occasions.”

“Did you enjoy the pain?’

“Yes very much.”

“Have you ever had an orgasm just from pain?”

“No.  I need stimulation.”

“Have you ever had multiple partners at one time?”

“Yes, on many occasions.”

“Have you ever had sex with another woman?”

“Yes, many times.”

“Have you ever had an orgasm while being pleasured by another woman?”

“Yes, many times.”

“Do you masturbate?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever had an orgasm from masturbation?”

“Yes many times.”

“Have you ever been fucked in your ass?”

“Yes many times.”

“Okay one final question.  Has either a man or woman ever cummed on her face?”

“Yes.  Many times.”

“Okay thank you for your time.  Now if you will step back into the change room and get ready for the show.”

The screen goes blank and the lights in the room turn on, and we are able to see the room which Myra had done her interview in, through the two way mirror.  As we watch, Myra steps out from behind the back wall wearing a black leather corset that shoves her tits up and together, revealing a large amount of cleavage.  Along with the corset, Myra wears black thigh high fishnet stockings and a pair of eight inch stiletto high heels.

Myra walked to the middle of the room and stood there, not knowing what to do next.  Mike raised a microphone to his mouth and spoke softly into it.  Seconds later, Mitchell walks out from behind the back and says something to Myra we are unable to hear.  Myra immediately leans forward and gives us a great view down the top of her corset, and shakes her tits back and forth before standing up.  Myra then turned around and bent over once again and gave us a view of her uncovered, shaved pussy.  Myra remained in this position until Mitchell walked up behind her and gave her a hard swat on her ass.  The lights in the room dimmed to black, and we made our way to the next room.

“Mike I can tell, you make very quality stuff.  But so do a lot of other manufactures.  What I’m looking for is the exotic.  Please skip the normal stuff, and move onto the more exciting pieces.”  Mike agreed, and brought the microphone up to his mouth once again and spoke something Nick and I couldn’t hear.

We stopped in front of a dark mirror with a television sitting on a stand in front of the mirror.  The mirror was completely black.  Mike reached forward and turned on the television.  Once again the screen showed an interview, only this time it was Nicole who was being interviewed.  Under the glare of the bright lights, Nicole’s nipples were very visible.

Again the interview was conducted by Marcus who sat off-screen.

“What is your name?”

“Nicole.”  I cringed.

“She’s new and doesn’t know yet.”

‘Don’t worry.  We’ll make sure she knows by the end of tonight,” Mike said.

“How long have you been a slave?”

“Four years.”

“Have you ever been restrained, or tied up?”

“Yes.”

“How recently?”

“Last night.”

“Have you ever been fucked while being tied up, or restrained?”

“Yes.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes.”

“Has pain ever been part of your sexual experiences?”

“Yes.”

“Did you enjoy the pain as part of your experience?’

“Yes.”

“Have you ever had an orgasm from pain?”

“No.  Pain was part of what brought me to orgasm, but I’ve never had it directly from pain.”

“Have you ever had multiple partners at one time?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever had sex with another woman?”

“No.”

“Do you masturbate?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever had an orgasm while masturbating?”

“Yes.  All the time.”

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever had a man, or woman cum on your face?”

“Yes.”

Again the screen went blank, and the lights in the room came on.  As we waited for Nicole to come out of the changing room, Mike brought a little plastic devise out of his coat pocket.  The piece of plastic was a small square with a round knob.

A moment later, Nicole walked out of the changing room wearing a stunning, ankle length dress.  The dress looked more like something a woman would wear to a fancy ball.  Following behind Nicole was Marcus, who was still dressed in his butler uniform.

Nicole walked in front of the mirror and did a full turn of us to see the low scoop in the back of the evening dress.

“I thought I said I wanted to see your more exotic pieces.” Nick said.  He didn’t sound happy.

“Oh, you are.  You see, I think the most fun part about be a dominate, is showing your dominance anyplace, anytime.”  Mike fiddled with the little black box in his hand for a moment.  As Mike looked up, Nick and I looked into the room to see Nicole screaming and clutching her breasts.  Quickly Marcus walked behind her and pulled her hand behind her back.

Nick walked to a little microphone hanging from the wall, and flipped a switch.  “Slave Nicole, please tell us why you’re screaming?”

“Something inside this dress just bit down on my nipples, very hard.”

Nick flipped the switch and walked back over to Mike with a large smile on his face.  “With this adjuster, you can apply more pressure on the women’s nipples,” Mike said.  He started to turn the knob, and we watched as Nicole screamed silently on the other side of the two way mirror.

We continued to watch as Mike adjusted the pressure the clamps applied on Nicole’s nipples before the lights in the room dimmed and we headed for the next room.  Again we watched an interview with Jamie, who gave the same answers, and the lights in the room finally came on.

Jamie walked out of the changing room naked, except for a pair of hot pink thigh high stockings, matching high heels, and a pair of black, satin gloves which went all the way up to her armpits.  Like the other women, Jamie walked in front of the two way mirror and did a turn so we could get a good view of her entire body.

Nick knew better this time, and waited for Mike to show us the genius behind this outfit.  Again, Mike pulled out a little plastic object from his pocket, and pressed a button.  Immediately, Jamie’s arms flew together behind her back.  Inside each of the gloves was two powerful magnets, which had pulled her arms together, and she wouldn’t be able to separate them.  Jamie’s tits had been shoved forward, since her shoulders were nearly touching behind her.

“I like it,” Nick said.  He had a large smile on his face.  I knew he enjoyed the view of Jamie’s massive tits being thrust forward.

Jamie struggled to get her arms apart, as we watched.  Then Professor Mitchell stepped out of the changing room.  She had changed, and now wore a cupless bra, g-string, and fishnet stockings.  As Mitchell made her way into the room, Nick walked over to the microphone on the wall and flipped the switch, so we could hear.

As Professor Mitchell stepped into Jamie’s line of sight, her face registered an extremely surprised look on her face.  I could see Jamie, as she tried to move her hands so she could cover her tits.

“What are you doing bitch?” Mitchell barked.  “Stand still so I can get a good look at you, you little fucking slut.”

Jamie stood stone still, but couldn’t shake the surprised look off her face.  Mitchell started to make her way around the back of Jamie, and gave Jamie’s ass a brutal slap before continuing back around to the front of her.  Mitchell brought her hand up to Jamie’s huge areola, and started to run her extremely long finger nail roughly over her skin.  Jamie’s nipple immediately responded, and sprung into the air.

“Well, are you just a little slut,” Mitchell said.  “Why don’t you show how good you can be.”  Mitchell grabbed Jamie behind her head and brought her mouth down to Mitchell’s equally large, pitch black nipple.  “Suck my nipple, like your education depends on it.  Because it just might.”

We could see Jamie working hard on sucking Mitchell’s nipple.  It helped that she was urged on by Mitchell, who brutally spanked Jamie’s ass.  Finally, Mitchell was done, and pushed Jamie back into the standing position.

“You’ll have more time to eat my pussy later.  We must get on with the show.”  The lights in the room went dim.

 

 

To be continued……