Two weeks had passed since the boat trip adventure. Hannah was on her bed wearing the rubber suit. From the collar, under the pillow, a chain went to the bedframe, twice padlocked. Around her waist and crotch was tightly cinched a harness made of two half an inch wide leather straps, buckled at the front. The pussy zipper was open and the crotch strap of the harness was threaded through the three pairs of rings on her labia. Encassed in two rubber mittens were her hands, held in place by a strap around the wrist, plus the two leather cuffs padlocked shut above them. The fingers were comfortably loose, but useless anyways. A padlock joined the cuffs to the harness. Both ankle cuffs were padlocked together as well, with a chain going from them to the bedframe.

Hannah has been sleeping in some kind of light bondage every night along the last week. At first it was only cuffed wrists, and keys on the nightstand. Slut offered her help for more adventurous combinations, with the condition that her mistress were in full control in every step, and she always obeying, which Hannah gladly accepted. In just a couple of days Hannah happily found herself in a comfortable yet unescapable bondage waiting for Slut to release her at the morning. In consequence they had started to sleep in the same bed.

The clock buzzed awakening Hannah. She tried to stretch forgetting that she barely couldn't move. When she moved her hands she pulled at the crotch strap and therefor at her rings which awakened her completely. It was supposed to also awaken Slut, but she had been so for a while, looking at her beautiful mistress, covered in rubber, so vulnerable, so sexy, so desirable, while she was dressed in a comfortable pijama, more like a person than a slut. She had decided that she owed her the truth.

-Mistress, may I tell you something?

-Yep!- Hannah was quietly moaning and masturbating by pulling on the crotch strap, rubbing it against her puffed labia and pushing on her pierced rings. She stopped in a sudden because her slut wanted to talk.

-I can wait until you have orgasmed, but I advise you to masturbate slowly while I talk, because if you tease yourself and pospone the orgasm, it will be stronger later. Is that ok, mistress?

-Good idea, darling.- Hannah changed the speed of her caresses.- What do you want to talk about?

Slut explained that she hadn't lied, because it was not permitted, but she hadn't been completely honest either. She explained that her old master was actually her parents' lawyer. As they died when she was very young, her lawyer administered her money. In fact, the store where she had met Hannah, plus a restaurant and a couple of other businesses belonged to her, but she didn't have access to the money yet.

She also explained that in her youth, in highschool, she had a lot of sexual partners, and that posed a problem for her administrator. Videos taken in intimate situations, for example. She didn't like just having sex with strangers as she had said before, not exactly, but she liked being appreciated, and having people enjoying her body and erotic skills, while she enjoyed them as well. Instead her sexual partners were often liars who abused her trust. She loved to flaunt her body and provoke erections, and suck cocks on her knees and do many things, as long as the other person showed her some fucking respect.

Her master, being a member of a club of people with alternative sexual practices, in which her parents had also been, offered her a safe place to explore her sexuality. She accepted. There she met people that played different roles, and where addressed only as such, anonimously, and she came to know the concept of “slut”. Outside, that word was an insult. Inside, it was a badge of honor. I meant a submissive person that in general wants to fuck, not mattering much with whom, and that is willing to occasionaly sacrifice her pleasure for her partner's, but in general will want to receive the same pleasure that is being given. In other words, she was willing to addapt to her partner's wishes, as long as her own wishes were taken in consideration, if not as equals. The cost was that she would have to relinquish control, not a problem, as she didn't feel that had had any control before. Although the people of the club sometimes asked her to do disgusting things, she was also having a lot of fun. In general she felt appreciated. Until she met Hannah, and took a leap of faith, that hadn't regretted.

-What I mean to tell you, mistress. Please keep masturbating.- Hannah had stopped to listen.- Is that I'm not a poor girl trapped by her past. I have money. I'm not dumb and worthless. I don't want your pity. And I don't want charity.

-I, eh...

-So I'm going to propose three options, and please forgive me mistress if I'm too blunt. First, we marry and you take control of my money. I will still be submissive to you, that won't change. Second, I call my lawyer and former master, and we agree to a monthly payment to cover my expenses plus a bit more. Meaning that I would be paying you to be my mistress. Please, keep masturbating.- Hannah had stopped again.- Third option, I leave, and we go back to square one, when I was a clerk and you my client.

-But, why...?

-Because instead of treating me like a slut, and making me work for my maintenance, you have been treating me like a guest and almost an equal. You even let me chain you! I love you and I want to live with you. So please, let me help with the expenses.-  With that said she rested her head on her mistress' tummy to watch her masturbate and to listen to her heartbeat.

-I'm too young to marry. I'll take the monthly payment.

Smiling widely Slut gave her mistress a peck on the nose and waited for her mistress to give her also one. Then she opened her legs, retrieved her phone and putting the speaker on, she called her old master to inform her of the new deal.

-I could unchain you now, mistress, but I have another advice for you. May I?

-Fine!- Hannah groaned.

-What if I make breakfast and we eat together here? Wouldn't be wonderful to feed you while you masturbate and get an awesome orgasm after that? Always your decision, mistress. I know that you like bondage and I'm trying to help you enjoy it the most. I will release you at once is the order is given. Please, mistress, your slut is waiting for your command.

-Go make breakfast!- Hannah pulled again an pushed on the clit ring. Slut ran to the kitchen.

Slut came back ten minutes late. The smell and fluidity proved that Hannah hadn't orgasmed yet. Placing the tray on the bed, Slut released Hannah's neck and legs from the bedframe, and made her sit. Then she sat restin her back on the headboard and brought Hannah closer, making her look towards the side, with her legs over Slut's right leg and her right arm resting on her chest. She brought the coffee closer to her mistress lips. As she was blinded a bit of liquid run down her chin, but Slut licked it clean. Then she helped her give the toast a bite.

-All well, mistress?- Slut's finger drawn circles on Hannah's freshly shaved mound. The touch felt electric. She pulled several times on her crotch strap.- Slowly, please, mistress. Enjoy yourself. Like in your self-masturbatory escapades. When you are in a public place with a chain on your pussy pulling on all your rings at once, and you do it for hours until you are able to come back home. Except that now I'm helping you.

-Helping me? You are making it worse. You are making me more horny.

-I love when I make you horny, mistress. I'm your slut. Making you horny and helping you have awesome orgasms is the whole point of having a slut.- She fed her again. Hannah pulled a couple more times.- Steady rythm, please mistress. Follow my heart. Do you feel it on your arm? Steady rythm, and in the last minutes, a crescendo.- Slut licked another rivulet of coffee from her mistress' chin.

-What are you doing to me? I cannot stop thinking about sex.

-You live with a horny slut, mistress. That desperately desires to fuck you. To put on a strap on and deflower that beautiful pussy of yours.

-Enough!- Hannah pulled ten times in a quick rush and enjoyed a powerful orgasm, that made her scream and fall exhauted to her back, that Slut prevented, bringing her back to her chest.

-Very good, mistress. That's been an awesome orgasm.

-You wanted me to wait more.

-And your orgasm would have been even better, but this one was very good. It was your choice all the time, I was just giving advice. I apologize if I made it worse. Of course you can tie me the way you are and torture me in the same manner. Always your choice, mistress.

About an hour later breakfast was done, and Hannah had been released. They were mounting a large tent along the backyard, covering the space between the house and the shed, that would let the sunrays pass, but wouldn't let the neighbours watch.

-Listen, I talked with Pamela.- She had been Hannah's friend for many years, and the last months had been showing a bi-curious tendency, attempting to tongue kiss Hannah many times. She guessed that Slut could help.- If you give her another chance, she will be more generous.

-Mistress, it's ok, I'll suck her pussy and she will get her orgasms. She gets to be lesbian for a couple of hours a week, and that's all.

-No. Like you said before, your sexual partners have to show some fucking respect.

-Thank you very much, mistress.- They kept working on the tent for several minutes in silence.

-By the way, I may invite Rama to come again. You did like fucking him the last week, yes?

-Yes, mistress. A lot. Good endurance. Lot's of energy. Good with the tongue.

Hannah recalled the events. She was using her blue latex dress for the first time, and felt very sexy. Slut was wearing a semi see-through housecoat that reached her midthigh, and her tattoo was on plain sight. The air-conditioning would protect them from the chill air. Hannah couldn't rationally explain why, but she wanted to watch. She had promised her slut that she would find her people to fuck. So far she had delivered two ladies and lots of toys. It was the time to have a man. Sadly the only suitable man she knew was the one she wanted for herself. So if she was going to allow her slut to play with her things, she wanted to be there and watch. And learn.

The girls were sitting on the couch. Knowing that the hem of her dress was barely a couple of inches from her pussy and worried that the chastity mesh would be seen, she used again the three tiny padlocks, the idea of using underwear didn't cross her mind. Rama was standing in front of them, naked and showing his flat tummy and his bigger than average penis. He walked towards Hannah and bent down to kiss her, but she put a hand on his mouth and shook her head no, then she pointed to Slut. Frowning in confusion she went to kiss Slut, but instead of waiting, she went to him and shoved her tongue in his mouth. He reacted quickly and grabbing Sluts legs, she pulled on them, making her spread and moving all her body towards the edge of the couch.

Then he looked at Hannah and saw that she was smiling, that her legs were more open than before, and that her ringed nipples were threatening to rip the latex of the dress. He opened Slut's coat and slided his hands from her breasts down to her marked crotch. Breaking the kiss he checked with his fingers if Slut was wet and ready. He shook his half erect penis a couple of times and put it in full strength in a moment. Looking again at Hannah she saw that her legs were even more open and that her right hand was squeezing her breast through the fabric, while index and thumb toyed with her nipple.

When he was about to enter Slut, she grabbed her penis with one hand and with the other reached into her pussy, took the phone out and gave it to Hannah, that placed it on her thigh after smelling with a smile the coat of fluid around it. With no more ceremony, because Rama claimed not to need condoms, Slut stuck the tip of the penis inside her, surprising him. Ignoring Hannah for a moment, but still showing confusion on his face, he looked down. Slut was ready for him, so he delivered.

As his gaze kept going from Hannah to Slut, he inadvertently pushed Slut a bit in Hannah's direction with each thrust. He fucked her, pistoning in a out for several minutes. Right before her head clashed with Hannah's thigh she started to moan with intensity. Meanwhile Hannah, with her eyes closed, had her only free hand, the one that wasn't holding the phone, between her well spread legs. As Rama kept thrusting into Slut, Hannah was moving her hand up and down. In one of those movements she raised her skirt and Rama saw the padlocks. Confused he stopped. Slut, noticing the lack of movement opened her eyes and saw Rama watching Hannah. A bit hurt because Hannah masturbating seemed to be more interesting that the flesh of her pussy around a penis, she tapped on his arm to call for his attention. Hannah, noticing the silence opened her eyes and saw him staring at her pussy. Looking down he realized his mistake and resumed the action. In no time Hannah was the first to orgasm, Slut the second and him the last.

He moved aside and stood. Hannah looked down and realized that the hem of her skirt wasn't covering anything and the padlocks were on sight. Slut looked at Rama waiting for his next action. He looked at Hannah's strange pussy and then at her face. Then he followed her gaze to his penis, coated in pussy juice. Then he looked at Slut who in turn was looking at his eyes. For no reason at all he looked at his penis again. Guessing what he wanted she knelt on the floor and coming closer to him she put his penis in her mouth to clean it, and put it erect again. He placed a hand on her head, with his fingers on her nape. Amazed by Slut's leathership Hannah decided to imitate it, to be able to possibly do the same in the future. Therefor she opened her mouth and did the same movements she was doing with her mouth and neck.

Confused he made a gesture with his free hand that meant “What's up?”, moving it to the side, palm up. Instead Hannah understood “Come.”, so she shrugged her shoulders and accepting the challenge she knelt on the floor pressing her cheek to Slut's, to follow her movements with the mouth wide open. He placed his free hand on her head as well. Noticing Hannah on her cheek Slut's backed down surprised. Rama guessing that Hannah wanted her turn brought her head closer to his penis, but she moved aside abruptly and displeased. Slut, upset because he was again ignoring her, and confused because Hannah was so close, made a gesture with her hand that meant “Not on the couch?”. Instead Hannah understood “Go away!”. As she didn't want to be a burden she left the room. Slut, getting angrier by the second because Rama was again following Hannah with his eyes, put his cock back in her mouth.

The rest of the night went smoothly. Rama fucked Slut in several different postures and made her cum thrice more, the last one with his tongue. All that time Hannah stood behind the door with the phone in one hand, while the other toyed with the rings on her pussy, listening to the moans and grunts of her beloved Slut and, Rama, the protagonist of her wettest dreams, managing to orgasm twice. She didn't want to bother Slut and distract the man that was supposed to be giving her a great night, but she also felt a bit sad, because she wanted to be there and be a part of the fun. And learn. Slut made him cum one more time with her mouth, noticing that his cum had a flavour different to any other she had tasted, and they were many. She guessed that he was sterile or something and therefor didn't need condoms.

At the end, Slut called her mistress in, using that exact word “mistress”. Hannah guessed that she had been forgiven. The girls hugged Rama that left happy, but still confused. Then Slut hugged her mistress tightly thanking her for the wonderful night. Hannah was glad that she had made her dear Slut happy.

-Yeah.- Said Hannah coming back from her reverie, paying again attention to the screw that she had left half done on that post of the tent.- I almost ruin it.

-Well, I missed you there, mistress, so pretty with that dress, but I guess that you didn't want to watch me fuck your man.

-You missed me, but...- Hannah was very confused.- But you said... Hey, what do you mean by that? My man?- She forgot completely the other thing.

-You sometimes talk in your sleep and say things like “Fuck me, Rama” and “I miss you, Rama”.- Hannah blushed deep red.- Curiously while he fucked me he mentioned your name a couple times. “Why, Hannah?”, “I don't understand, Hannah” he murmured.

-How rare... Actually...- Hannah remembered some details.- He looked confused. Maybe he was expecting something else.

-What did you tell him exactly, mistress?

-A message. “Do you want to come here to fuck? My friend is very horny.” That's all.

-I think he thought that it would be with both of us.