It was 10 a.m., on a sunny Monday morning in mid-June, and Jim had completed the tour of the office of his new firm and was sitting at his desk and looking, without much enthusiasm, at the pile of papers in his in-tray. The most interesting part of the morning had been meeting the firm's in-house lawyer. Ruth was in her late 20's, petite, with thick, dark hair, alert, intelligent eyes, and was conservatively dressed in a dark business suit. Although she was fairly slim, Jim had a strong suspicion that her suit hid large breasts, and good legs. Jim had also noticed that she wore an engagement ring. A large diamond, so she probably had a well-off boyfriend. Ruth had been businesslike and professional during the introduction, nothing more.
Later that day, Jim found an excuse to call Ruth into his office to go through a contract.
‘Can I get you a drink of anything?' he asked.
‘Just a glass of water, thanks,' said Ruth.
Jim poured her a glass of water from the water cooler in the corner of his office, adding a few drops of some colourless, odourless liquid as he did so. This mind-control liquid would take effect almost immediately, and would have a permanent effect. Ruth drank half the water, and within a few seconds her eyes took on a glazed look. Jim stood up and closed and locked the office door, then sat down again.
‘It's very hot today, isn't it?' he said, ‘Why don't you take off your jacket?'
‘What?' said Ruth, looking angry, ‘Are you joking?'
But, to her great surprise, she found herself taking off her jacket, revealing a white shirt, through which you could see the outline of her white bra, which held her large breasts. Probably 36C, thought Jim, and they looked larger because of her slender waist. He could see why she normally wore her jacket.
‘That's much better, isn't it?' said Jim. ‘Now, unbutton your shirt and take that off as well.'
‘No, I won't,' said Ruth, but she no longer seemed to have any control over her body, and within a few seconds she had taken off her shirt and dropped it on the floor, staring at it incredulously.
Jim told her to stay sitting down and to be quiet. Immediately, Ruth stopped talking. Jim admired her breasts for a minute and then told her to play with her nipples. Still looking stunned, Ruth toyed with them and soon they were standing firm and erect.
Jim told her the new rules. From now on, Ruth was to:
Keep her mobile phone with her and switched on at all times.
Always answer any call or text message from Jim, regardless of where she was or what she was doing.
Obey any instruction that Jim gave her.
Never tell anyone about Jim's control over her.
Jim asked Ruth if she understood, and she nodded, unable to help herself.
He then got some background from her. She was living in Camden Town in a house which she shared with her long-term boyfriend, Robert, whom she was to marry next year. Robert was another lawyer, with a City law firm. Ruth's career with the firm was going well: she was competent and enjoyed the work. She worked long hours, and had a dull social life.
After this, Jim told Ruth to put her shirt and jacket back on and gave her his first instructions. From now on, she was on a strict diet. She would get her waist size down and keep it down. She would also be spending an hour every morning and every evening at a gym. Jim also told Ruth that she was to have no memory of what had just been said and done.
Finally, Jim told her that she could leave his office and, still looking dazed, Ruth stood up, unlocked the door, and left silently.
After a few weeks, Ruth was looking much slimmer and fitter. Finding time to spend two hours a day at the gym had been difficult, but she was there each day between 6 and 7 a.m. and again between 7 and 8 p.m., regardless of any other social arrangements. She saw less than she would have liked of her boyfriend, and she was having to buy new clothes because her diet was reducing her to the size that she had been when she was in her late teens, and the gym was firming up and toning her muscles. She was not quite sure why she was dieting and spending so much time at the gym, but she found that she had a compulsion to do so. It was strange, she thought sometimes, how she seemed to have settled into the new routine and was unable to break it. Still, she liked her new look: her waist was firmer and narrower, her shoulders were broader, and her bum was smaller and tighter, although she was a bit embarassed by how her breasts now stood out more than before, for the dieting didn't seem to have affected them at all.
Time for the next stage, thought Jim, as he sat in his office one day. He picked up his mobile and texted Ruth, telling her to come into his office. She arrived within a minute, looking slightly confused, for she had been busy trying to meet a deadline. However, Jim's text had somehow seemed to be the most important thing in the world, and she had dropped everything and gone straight round to see him without even asking why he wanted to see her. One part of her mind wondered why she was doing this, but this did not reach the level of conscious thought.
In the office, Jim told her about the next stage.
Her sex drive would increase. She would be constantly aroused and would need to come at least twice a day.
She would realise that she was strongly attracted sexually to Jim.
She could only come by thinking of Jim and fantasising that she was making love to him.
Jim asked Ruth if she understood. She nodded and he told her she could leave.
That afternoon, Ruth found it hard to concentrate on her work. She felt constantly horny, her cunt was damp, her nipples were erect, and she was slightly flushed. And the strangest thing was that she found that she kept thinking about Jim and how much she fancied him. After an hour or two of squirming at her desk, she found that her need for sexual release had become overpowering. She had never done anything like this before, but that afternoon she went to the lavatory, locked herself in a cubicle, and masturbated. Her clitoris was thick and engorged, her knickers were sodden, and she came almost immediately, fantasising as she did so about what it would be like to be fucked by Jim. She could not help letting out some moans and gasps as she came, shuddering with the joy of release from the sexual tension which had been building up inside her.
Having come, Ruth felt dazed and happy. She pulled up her knickers and her skirt and left the cubicle. To Ruth's horror, one of the secretaries was at the mirror, doing her make-up, and gave Ruth a strange look. Ruth's face was flushed, and she wondered whether the secretary had heard her coming.
The next few weeks were difficult for Ruth. Her sexual urges seemed to be becoming overpowering, and she could not stop thinking of Jim, even when she was making love to her boyfriend. Her work was suffering from the distraction, and she found that she was having to wank herself at least a couple of times a day in order to get relief. She noticed that her more frequent, and lengthy, visits to the lavatory at the office and at her gym were becoming the subject of half smiles and hidden glances among her female colleagues and the women with whom she worked out at her gym, but she could not stop her compulsion. One day, she tried not to have a wank but found that she was getting such a tension headache that she was almost unable to think, and eventually had to go and frig herself off, after which the headache immediately vanished and she felt wonderful.
Ruth's boyfriend had also noticed a difference. He liked her new, slimmer, fitter body, but was worried about the way that she always seemed to be slightly distracted when she was with him. Sex remained good, but Robert was starting to wonder whether Ruth was not thinking about someone else while they made love. He had also occasionally muttering the name ‘Jim' in her sleep. He had asked her whether there was anything wrong but Ruth had denied it and so Robert let it go.
After a while, Jim decided that it was time for the next stage, and gave Ruth additional instructions.
She was never to cross her legs, or to keep them fully closed.
She was never to look at him directly – her eyes were always to be downcast in his presence.
She was never to address him directly – she would wait until he spoke to her and would not respond except to answer any question he asked her.
She would at all times be submissive in his presence.
She would be unable to come when her boyfriend made love to her.
She would either wear no bra or wear a quarter, push-up bra which would leave her nipples uncovered.
She would start to wear shorter and tighter skirts, higher heels, and more make-up than usual.
She would not wear tights, only hold-up stockings.
She would wear only thong knickers under her dresses or pants.
A few days into this new regime, Ruth's boyfriend, Robert, was starting to become more worried. He was fairly sure that Ruth was only pretending to come when they had sex together, and had noticed that she waited until she thought that he had fallen asleep before going off to the bathroom on her own and staying there for a long period.
Robert also noticed that Ruth was dressing less professionally, more like a slightly tarty secretary than a lawyer. She looked very sexy in her shorter skirts, heels and make-up but Robert thought that it was the wrong image for her at work. When he attempted to discuss this with her, it just led to a row, so again he kept quiet. Robert had also noticed that Ruth jumped to answer her mobile whenever it rang or a text came though. And sometimes she would break off from whatever they were doing together and go somewhere private to listen to, or read, her messages.
One Friday, Jim sent Ruth a text message and told her that he wanted her to come in to the office on Saturday morning to meet him and deal with some paperwork. Ruth spent the rest of the day in a buzz of anticipation. She was a professional and had been careful, so she thought, not to let Jim have any inkling of how he featured in her thoughts. But her own secretary had noticed how Ruth flushed when she was talking to Jim and how she sometimes brushed against him or patted his hand. She also gazed adoringly at Jim when he spoke to her, agreed with everything that he said, and did whatever he told her to do, however menial. She would even go into his office to tidy it up and to water the plants. Ruth herself was entirely unconscious of her behaviour, and had no idea that she was becoming the subject of office gossip.
On the Saturday, Jim and Ruth were alone in the otherwise deserted office. Taking a pen-knife from his desk, Jim walked over to her and cut the straps of her bra, telling her that she would not be needing it that day. Her breasts were heavy but firm, with prominent nipples. Then he told her to stand up and undo her skirt. Wordlessly, Ruth did this, and it fell around her ankles, revealing white thong knickers and black hold-up stockings. She had magnificent legs and a taut, inviting-looking bottom. Next, her knickers were cut and also fell to the floor, leaving her naked, apart from her stockings and shoes, and trembling at what was happening.
Jim told her that she wouldn't be needing her old clothes any more, so she could start by wearing something more appropriate. He tossed her a bag containing her new clothes and some make-up. He told Ruth how he wanted her to make herself up, and she applied the heavy, bright pink lipstick, pink nail polish, heavy black mascara and dark kohl eye shadow, as well as rouging her nipples. Ruth was horrified to find that while she was putting on the rouge her nipples were growing hard and extended.
Next, her new clothes. A tiny, white, halter-top, Lycra dress barely covered her arse, and revealed the tops of her hold-up stockings. The thin-strapped, plunging back would leave no doubt with anyone that she was not wearing a bra. As the dress was skin-tight, her rouged, erect nipples were also clearly visible through the thin material. Her new shoes were a pair of white mules with 5” heels. Next, she had to put on heavy, hoop earrings, in shiny chrome, a few inches in diameter. Dozens of cheap, shiny bangles on each wrist, and a thin, silver chain on each ankle. And finally, a 1” wide choker made of soft, black leather went around her throat. Looking at herself in the mirror, she realised that she looked like one of the slutty-looking Essex girls whom she despised, all ready to go out to a club on a Friday night. She looked sexy and cheap. She would stand out like a sore thumb. She was sure that people would probably assume that she was a prostitute, or a secretary who was sleeping with her boss. Silently, she started to cry, and her mascara ran a little.
The final addition was a tiny, black, leather bag on a long thin strap. Jim put in her credit cards, make-up and a packet of condoms. There was no room for anything else in it. He told her to follow him, and they went down the stairs to the car park. Ruth stumbled as she walked, unused to the high-heeled mules, and her tight bum jiggled in the skin-tight dress.
In the car park, Jim told her to kneel down and suck him, which she did, and he thrust hard into her throat, making her gag. She hated it, but was horrified to feel herself getting wet, her body betraying her. After a while, he told her to stand up, and made her take out a condom and put it on his erect cock. Then he pushed her back against the bare brick wall, and, also standing, thrust into her as she moaned. After a while, Ruth found herself thrusting back against her rapist, although she tried desperately not to come. She shuddered when he came, thinking that now it was over, but there was no escape, and Jim told her to lie on her back and play with herself until she came. Sobbing with humiliation, for she had never played with herself in front of anyone before, not even her boyfriends, she rubbed her clit and found herself coming quickly. Her back arched and she screamed, as she came in a long series of orgasms.
No one who saw Ruth now would have any illusion about what she had been doing. There were brick dust and oil marks on her skirt where it tightly hugged the cheeks of her arse, her lipstick was smeared, and the front of her skirt and the tops of her stockings were smeared with the cum juices which had run down her legs. Her hair was wild, her face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily. Jim told her to take the used condom off his cock and put it in her bag. After that she was made to suck and clean his cock, and she gagged at the taste of sperm and rubber, wondering all the time why she was doing this but unable to stop herself from following Jim's commands. Finally, the job was done.
Jim then told her to get into his car, which was a convertible, and lowered the top. Putting a towel on the passenger seat, to protect the leather, he told her to carry on playing with herself while he drove. While she frantically rubbed her clit with her right hand, she squeezed her nipples with the other. The traffic in central London was busy that lunch-time, and as the car moved slowly through the jams, Ruth realised that many of the passers-by could see her playing with herself, and were grinning at her or looking horrified, and she blushed in humiliation, but she could not stop herself coming twice more before they reached their destination, the smart Harvey Nichols department store in Knightsbridge.
Following Jim into the shop, Ruth was aware of the elegant-looking women shoppers and assistants there looking at her with contempt, and this was harder to bear than the look of lust that she saw in the eyes of the men who stared at her. It was obvious that she had recently been fucked hard, and had loved it, for Jim had also told her to caress him and act as though she were his lover. So she stroked him and held his hand tightly as they walked, looking at him adoringly and kissing him from time to time. Anyone seeing her would think that she was deeply in love with him. While one level of Ruth's mind told her that she was in love with Jim, at another, subconscious level, she seethed bitterly with rage and humiliation.
Entering the department store's bar/restaurant, on the 5 th floor, Jim told the waitress that Ruth was on a diet, but would share a little of his food. He told Ruth to lift her dress so that the cool leather of the chair was against her exposed flesh, and to sit with her legs uncrossed and wide apart. He left some scraps from his meal, which he told Ruth to lick from his plate. She did so, aware that everyone in the restaurant was staring at her. When the coffee arrived, Jim told her to go to a cubicle in the loo and wait for him there. A few minutes later, he joined her, locked the door, and made her go down on her knees to be fucked from behind. Her breasts pressed against the lavatory seat and her face was hard against the cool porcelain of the cistern as Ruth did as she was told and Jim fucked her doggy style, again using a condom. After a while, he told her to come and, against her will, she found herself doing so, her cunt contracting tightly again and again while she gripped the sides of the lavatory and screamed. Ruth was sure that her moans and cries as she came had been heard by everyone in the restaurant and, when Jim had finished, she saw that she had a new tear in the knee of her stockings. Once again, she was made to suck and clean his cock, and Jim told her to put the used condom in her purse.
Just in case anyone in the restaurant had not grasped what she had been doing, Ruth fondled and kissed Jim as they walked back to his table, as she had been ordered to do, and gazed adoringly at him while he drank his coffee and a brandy. He told her to pay the bill on her business account and, as she took out her credit card, the unused and the used condoms in her purse fell onto the table and the floor. Jim told her to apologise to the waiter, which she did, and to pick up the condoms, which she also did, conscious that, as she scrabbled around for them on the floor, she was exposing her almost bare arse to anyone who saw her. He told her to leave the used ones in the ashtray. The waiter looked at Ruth with barely disguised contempt, and inside she cringed.
In the clothes department, where they went next, Jim noticed that one of the personal shopping assistants, a tall, elegant girl, aged about 19 or 20, with short blonde hair, was looking at Ruth with a clear sexual interest. He walked over to her, noticed from her tag that her name was Lara, and told her that his mistress was looking for some sexy new clothes to wear and that she would take Lara's advice.
While they were with the assistant, he said to Ruth: ‘Okay, slut, you need a new wardrobe. I have to do some shopping and will be back to pick you up in an hour or two. You will wait for me. And you find Lara very attractive, don't you? In fact you find her so sexy that you can't think of anything apart from how much you want to be fucked by her. Do you understand, slut?'
In a small voice, hardly able to believe that Jim had called her his mistress and a slut in front of Lara - although, after all, given the way she was dressed and behaving, what else would the assistant think? - Ruth said ‘Yes, I understand.'
Smiling at Lara, who smiled back, licking her lips as she glanced at Ruth, Jim said ‘Do you know, I think that she really fancies you. Anyway, she is very obedient. Oh, and by the way, she is a nympho, and doesn't like wearing anything which prevents her from having sex with her clothes on.” To Ruth, he said, “Do everything that Lara tells you to do. I'll see you later.'
During the next hour, Lara collected various clothes for Ruth and made her try them on in the dressing room. There was nothing there that Ruth would ever have chosen for herself. The clothes that Lara made her try on were mostly a bit too tight and a bit too small. They were sheer, or metallic, leather or leather-look, or rubber, or Lycra, as well as denim. Straps on the clothes left her back and upper legs exposed. Some were elegant evening wear, but always slit or plunging, to allow easy access to her breasts and her cunt. The shoes and boots were all high-heeled. The only underwear that Lara selected consisted of tiny thongs, sheer hold-up stockings, push up bras and some corsets. The corsets reduced Ruth's now slender waist so much that you could almost circle it with your hands, and pushed her breasts upwards and outwards.
Ruth dressed and undressed in front of Lara, and to her horror Ruth found that she could not stop herself from flirting with Lara by ‘accidentally' rubbing against her and gazing longingly at her. After a while, Lara locked the door, sat on a chair, opened her skirt, and told Ruth, who was just then wearing nothing but high heels and a tight corset, to lick her. Ruth had never had sex with a woman before, and felt sick with humiliation, but she also realised that Jim's instructions had left her desperate with desire for Lara, and her pussy juices ran uncontrollably as she licked Lara while stroking her own clit. Lara raked Ruth's back with her nails and bit her neck and shoulders, as well as grabbing her hair and pushing her face hard against her cunt. Both women came simultaneously.
‘Well,' said Lara, ‘Your friend is quite right, you really are a slut and a nympho, aren't you, Ruth? And I think that you are quite a bit of a lezzy as well. Have you ever been fucked by a woman? Do you want me to fuck you?'
Ruth tried to tell Lara that Jim had trapped her with some kind of mind-control drug, and had raped and humiliated her, and that she needed her help. But somehow the words would not come out like that and in fact turned out quite differently.
‘Please, please,' said Ruth, ‘I want you so badly, I really want you to fuck me.'
Lara strapped on a huge dildo and slowly fucked Ruth from behind. Ruth writhed in ecstasy on her knees on the ground, moaning and screaming, and coming again and again.
Jim returned from his own shopping while Ruth was being fucked, and smiled as he heard Ruth screaming and begging and pleading with Lara not to stop and to fuck her harder. When Ruth and Lara finally emerged, Ruth was back in her cum-stained, white Lycra dress, with her new scratches and bite marks all too evident, but Lara still looked cool and elegant. Lara had made Ruth wear a black thong which could be seen through her thinly-stretched dress, the black triangle at the front looked at first glance as though Ruth's bush was visible. Jim admired the effect, and told Ruth to thank Lara for making her look even more like a whore, which Ruth did, while tears ran down her cheeks.
Lara told Jim, smirking slightly, that she had enjoyed meeting Ruth. He took the number of Lara's mobile telephone and said that he would be in touch, because he could see that Ruth had also enjoyed her time with Lara. Before they left, Lara kissed Ruth, a deep, long kiss, which left her gasping, and tousled her hair.
Jim told Ruth to pay for the shopping with her corporate credit card and then to pick up all the bags of shopping. Laden down like a porter, Ruth followed him out to his car, which was waiting outside. He reminded her that in future she would keep her phone switched on and with her at all times. She would call him each morning and evening for her instructions and would always answer his calls, regardless of what she was doing at the time. He also told her that she was not to tell anyone about her new life. He then put her in a taxi and sent her home with her new purchases, and added a box which he told her to open later when he rang.
It was mid-afternoon and, back in her flat, and alone, Ruth looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a cheap slut who had spent the day being fucked and, worse, had been an enthusiastic participant. She was covered in scratches and love bites, and her always prominent clit was now swollen and engorged and her nipples were hard. Somehow, looking at herself aroused her and, feeling a sense of self-disgust, she fondled herself until she came. She had lost count of how many times that day she had climaxed. Then she pulled off her trashy new clothes and jewellery and had a long bath.
As she was soaking, her mobile rang and she willed herself to ignore it, but somehow found herself getting out of the bath and picking it up. Her heart sank as she saw that it was Jim calling her. He told her that they were going out to a nightclub that evening, ignoring her protest that she had planned to stay in with her boyfriend, Robert, with whom she shared the flat. As she slumped disconsolately, Jim told her what to wear, and where and when to meet him. He also told her that she was to stop having sex with her boyfriend. Ruth sobbed and asked what she was to tell Robert and Jim said that she could tell him any story that she wanted.
Following her orders, Ruth put on her heavy make-up once again and dressed in a tight pair of Levi 501 jeans, and red, high-heeled ankle boots. A flimsy, pink, cut-off cotton tank-top barely covered her nipples and left her mid-riff and the lower part of her breasts exposed. She opened the box that Jim had given her earlier and found that it contained a heavy, titanium steel chain, one link of which had a break which could be slotted permanently into place. Following Jim's instructions, Ruth placed the chain round her waist, like a belt, and pushed the two exposed ends on the link together until they clicked fast. She suddenly realised that she would not be able to remove the chain, which rested on her hips, tightly circling her waist, and which was too narrow to be pulled off over her hips or shoulders. One end of the chain end dangled over her crotch, and she knew that this would draw the eyes of anyone who looked at her towards her cunt. A short, black leather biker jacket completed her outfit. She looked sexy but thought that at least she did not look as sluttish as she had done earlier, until she noticed that the studs on the back of her jacket spelled out the words BOY TOY in large letters. Unable to remove her costume for the night, she sat on the sofa feeling miserable and wondering what was going to happen to her.
Jim had told her to meet him at the club at 8 pm and to bring along one of her girlfriends. So Ruth rang up her best friend, Amanda, who agreed to meet her there as well.
Ruth's boyfriend, Robert, arrived home at about 7 pm, just as Ruth was getting ready to go out. He was shocked by her appearance and wanted to know where she was going, so Ruth told her that it was a girls' night out and that she would be with Amanda. Robert stared at Ruth's clothes and heavy make-up and, in particular, at the chain which circled her waist and dangled over her crotch, gently clanking when she moved.
Arriving at the club, a dark and slightly seedy place off Oxford Street in central London, Ruth looked around and saw Jim, who was standing at the bar. She went over to him, was suddely overcome by a wave of sexual longing, and could not stop herself from embracing him. She felt her nipples hardening and her jeans getting wet from cunt juice, and hoped that the club would be too dark for anyone to notice. She could not stop herself from gently rubbing her crotch against Jim's thigh. Jim told her that from now on she would fuck anyone who asked her, apart from her boyfriend. She would also be totally submissive and would obey, without argument, anyone who gave her direct orders. He also told her that she would need to come at least every few hours; if she did not she would suffer a blinding headache which would get worse and worse until she found a way to make herself come. And finally, if anyone asked about their relationship she would simply explain that she was in love with Jim. Despite her lust, a tear trickled down Ruth's cheek.
At this point Amanda arrived, and also some friends of Jim's. Amanda was amazed to see the way Ruth was dressed and behaving. Amanda saw that Ruth looked like a slut, her bedroom eyes obviously lusting after Jim, and was grinding her crotch against his leg while he stroked her bum. Amanda asked where Robert was, and Ruth said that she had wanted an evening away from him. ‘But he's your boyfriend,' said Amanda, shocked, and asked who Jim was. ‘I love him,' said Ruth. Amanda was so surprised that she did not see Ruth put a few drops of clear liquid in Amanda's drink, as Jim had told her to do.
‘You fancy Ruth, don't you?' Jim said to Amanda, and Amanda was about to say that of course she did not, when suddenly she realised that it was true and for some reason she had an overwhelming sexual desire for Ruth. ‘That's okay,' said Jim, ‘I expect that she feels the same way about you, why don't you ask her?' Trembling, Amanda caressed Ruth's bum and kissed her, telling her that she wanted her. Ruth responded immediately, and the two girls went off to dance together, a slow dance in which they could not keep their hands off each other. After their dance, they went to the lavatory and spent the next half hour tonguing each other and coming repeatedly. Emerging from the cubicle, the other girls in the lavatory looked at them with contempt and the whispers of ‘lesbians' followed them as they left.
Then Jim took Ruth off to dance on the dark and crowded dance-floor. He told her to undo the buttons on her jeans and take his cock inside her. As they danced closely, he screwed her. Eventually, she came, moaning and wanting more. A few minutes later, Jim's friends also danced with her, fucking her in the same way as they did so. Afterwards, as Ruth sat at a table, Amanda and Jim both fondled her breasts and kissed her, and come and pussy juice dripped from her cunt and stained her jeans. Ruth could not believe what she had been doing, and hated herself. She knew that she must have been seen screwing on the dance floor by some of the people at the club, even though she had been holding herself so tightly against Jim and his friends that it had not been really obvious unless you looked at her closely. Somehow, the thought of her humiliation and the knowledge that she was behaving like a whore turned her on, and she unbuttoned her jeans and played with herself under the table until she came again.
Before they left, Jim reminded her that she was not to make love to her boyfriend and also told her that in future she would always be aroused by the sight of herself whenever she saw herself in a mirror. Ruth sobbed, because she loved her boyfriend. She got home at about 2 a.m. and found Robert waiting up for her. He looked horrified to see her smeared make-up, her prominent nipples jutting through her tight tank top, and the wet stains on her jeans near the chain which jangled from her waist. She told him that she had spilled a drink on her legs and hoped that he would believe her. In bed, Robert tried to kiss her and make love to her, but she turned her back on him, telling him that she was tired and had a headache. She lay awake, her mind racing, and once Robert had fallen asleep she found that she desperately needed to come, and she frigged herself until she climaxed. Tired, humiliated and terrified, she then cried herself to sleep.
On Monday morning, she again pushed Robert away from her when he tried to cuddle her, telling him that she had an early start that day. But she was once again desperate to come and went to the bathroom and locked the door. Seeing herself in the mirror, she became instantly aroused and, wondering if she was really turning into a lesbian, squeezed her tits and rubbed her clit until she came, moaning loudly as she did so. She knew that Robert could hear her through the door, but was unable to stop herself. Then, after Robert had left the flat, she rang Jim, who gave her his instructions for the day ahead. She wanted to tell him to get lost, but instead found herself simply saying yes when he told her what he wanted her to do.
Later, Ruth bundled up all her old clothes, as she had been instructed by Jim, and threw them away. Then she unpacked the new clothes that she had bought the day before and hung them in her wardrobe. None of them were suitable for her work and although there was no formal dress code, she wondered what her colleagues would say. Today, she dressed in a short, tight, red leather skirt, which zipped down the front and was tied by thongs at the sides. She then put on red 5” heels, and a sheer, white, short-sleeved cotton shirt which knotted between her breasts, leaving her firm belly bare and showing off her steel chain. Her rouged nipples, which now stood out half an inch, would again make it obvious to anyone that she was not wearing a bra, and the cross-laced panels at the sides of her leather skirt would also make it obvious to anyone who looked closely that she was wearing no knickers.
At the office, she found that she was getting a lot of strange looks, and overheard a couple of women calling her a slut behind her back. Because she was constantly aroused, she found it hard to concentrate on her work and, at an important management meeting she had to excuse herself and go to the lavatory where she wanked herself until she came. She returned to the meeting flushed and breathing heavily, and was sure that everyone there knew what she had been doing.
Later that morning, she was in the stockroom getting some stationery when the janitor came in. Normally he would never have dared to approach the efficient young lawyer but today, seeing that she was dressed like a cheap whore, he patted her bum and told her that she looked sexy. Ruth was again becoming desperate to come, since it had been a couple of hours since she had wanked herself off, so she responded by smiling at the janitor and pressing her tits against his chest and fondling his crotch. Amazed, the janitor locked the door and made her kneel on the floor, where he fucked her doggy style. He came with great spurts of come which, since she was wearing no knickers, dripped down her legs as she walked, trembling and unsteady on her unaccustomed high heels, back into the office, where her male colleagues leered at her.
It was a relief when lunchtime came around and she met Jim, as arranged, at a bar. She found that she could not keep her hands off him, and she knew that the other people in the bar must have thought that she was desperate for sex, which of course she was, and the humiliation was almost unbearable but, at the same time, arousing. What, she wondered, did people think when she unzipped her tight leather skirt and lifted it up so that her bare arse was on the cool leather of the bar stool? Or when she tugged her shirt down so that her jutting out nipples were almost exposed for everyone to see? When she stood up to go, she noticed that she had dripped cunt juices onto the bar stool and Jim made her call over the bar-maid to explain what she had done and apologise. The bar-maid wiped down the stool, looking at Ruth with complete contempt.
Back in the office, Ruth was trying to do some work when she was approached by the janitor again, who leered at her and told her to come with him. Unable to stop herself, and conscious of the incredulous stare of her secretary, she got up and followed the janitor to the stockroom, where the 16 year old mailroom boy was waiting. Silently, Ruth got down on her knees and took the boy's huge cock out of his pants before going down on him and sucking him. While she was doing this, the janitor lifted her skirt and penetrated her from behind. The boy pulled out just before he came, and his come splashed all over Ruth's face and hair. The janitor continued pumping away at Ruth's cunt, as she thrust eagerly back at him. Eventually he came, and Ruth, desperate to come herself, lay on her back and rubbed her own clit in front of the two men until she came, with great, shuddering sobs. By that time, the boy was hard again, and he screwed her once more as she lay on the floor and the janitor watched. Ruth found herself holding the boy tightly and moaning, “Please, please fuck me, I want you so much.” As the boy fucked her, he smeared the come on Ruth's face into her hair.
When the two men had finished with her, Ruth was red-faced and drenched with sweat. Her face was streaked with dried come, and her hair was tangled and sticky. Despondently, she walked back to her office, silently praying that the day would soon be over. Just before she left the office, she found herself unable to stop herself from telephoning Jim, who told her to meet him at a pub called The World's End in Camden on her way home.
Ruth arrived in the pub a few minutes early and sat at the bar as Jim had told her to do. It was a large place, with rock music blasting out. Sitting on her own, and dressed in her tight leather skirt and high heels, with her tousled hair and sluttish make-up, Ruth immediately attracted attention and a man came over to chat her up. In the past, Ruth would have told him to get lost, but now she found herself unable to do so. She smiled submissively at him and did not resist when he stroked her leg, although inside she was furious. Jim arrived more than half an hour late, and saw Ruth in a corner of the pub, French-kissing her new friend and eagerly responding as he backed her against the wall and ground his crotch against hers. Jim smiled and rang Ruth's mobile. She fumbled for it and when she answered Jim told her to take her admirer into a back alley and give him a blow job and then ditch him and come back and meet him at the bar. Her eyes brimming with tears of humiliation, Ruth propositioned her pick-up and returned to the bar in 15 minutes, her mouth sticky with the stranger's come and her stockings soiled from where she had knelt on the filthy pavement outside. When she approached Jim at the bar, he told her that there was a new rule, which was that whenever she was fucked, including blow jobs, she had to come as well, so she stood close to him and rubbed her cunt against his leg until she came. The drugs she had been given had massively increased both Ruth's sexual needs and her responsiveness, and her instructions had left her with an overwhelming sexual desire for Jim, so she came quickly, hoping that no one had noticed what she had been doing.
Not far away, there was a seedy sex shop. Jim told Ruth where to go and what to buy. Ruth had never before been in a sex shop and was horrified to find that all the other customers were seedy looking men, who ogled her. As she had been instructed to do, she went up to an assistant and told him, in a trembling voice, what she wanted. The assistant smirked, and guided Ruth around the store, while he picked out her requests, and fondled her arse as he did so. Unable to stop him, Ruth reacted submissively and looked at him in a doe-eyed way. The assistant grinned and asked Ruth if she wanted help to try on her new purchases, and she said “Yes” in a small sort of voice. In the changing room, she lay on her back and pulled up her skirt and the assistant fucked her, coming in a few seconds, so then Ruth had to frig herself until she had also come.
Next, the assistant inserted her new butt plug in her anus. It felt huge in Ruth's virgin arse. Then ben-wah balls in her cunt. Then a new dog collar, of heavy leather, with protruding steel studs. Two inches wide, nobody could fail to notice this collar, and the D-ring at the front was attached to a heavy, steel chain leash, ending in a leather grip, which dangled at the small of her back. Then heavy leather wrist-bands and ankle cuffs, also with D rings. Both these and the collar were fastened tightly and locked fast. Then a 6” length of steel chain was linked to Ruth's ankle cuffs and attached by the padlocks to form a hobble. Then her wrist bands were locked together, with her arms at her front. Looking at herself in the full-length mirror in the changing room, Ruth was horrified to see what she now looked like, but at the same time she could not help herself from becoming aroused at the sight of her new restraints. Choking back tears, she could feel that her clit was engorged and she was so wet that her juices were running down her thigh. She told the leering assistant that she would wear her new equipment and she paid for it, as she had been ordered to do, on her corporate credit card.
Walking in her 5” heels and tight skirt had been bad enough, but doing so with the hobble, the butt plug and the ben-wah balls was even worse. On the way back from the sex shop to the pub, Ruth kept stumbling and found that she could only take tiny steps. All the passers-by stared at her, and some of the men gave her wolf whistles. Inside, Ruth was dying of shame and embarrassment, but outwardly she looked serene and took the responses as her due for, after all, what could she expect when she looked like, and in fact was, a submissive whore? Back in the pub, Jim smiled as he saw Ruth stumbling through the crowd towards him. After what seemed a lifetime to her, she stood beside him and he held her by her new leash. Jim told her that her slut equipment suited her and that from now on she was always to wear her new butt plug and cunt balls except when he told her that she could take them out or when someone wanted to make use of her holes, and she meekly nodded in agreement, her eyes downcast. Then Jim reminded her of what she had become and told her to repeat it.
Trembling, and yet excited, Ruth said, “I am a whore. I love you. I always want to be fucked by you. I cannot stop thinking about you, and thinking about you turns me on so much that I want to come all the time. I will do anything that you tell me to do. Please, I want to be your bitch and your slave.” And the awful thing for Ruth was that although her conscious mind was telling her that these were lies and that she hated Jim, her subconscious and her body knew that they were true, and that she had been changed forever. Jim then ordered another drink and read the paper, ignoring Ruth while she sat beside him, looking at him adoringly and itching with lust, her cunt wet and her nipples extended.
They took a taxi back to Ruth's apartment, where Jim made Ruth beg to be fucked by him. She spread her legs like a whore and pleaded to be fucked. Jim took out her butt plug, then she had to suck him until he was hard, then she had to kneel down before her bedroom mirror while Jim buggered her. Despite having been widened by the butt plug, her anus was tight, and the pain was excruciating as Jim inserted his cock into her hole in short stabs. Against her will, she found that she was becoming more and more excited and that being buggered was turning her on more than she could have imagined possible. In the mirror, she saw a heavily made-up whore staring at her, wearing leather restraints, mouth open and panting, eyes almost mad with lust and the need to come. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, Jim came, and so did Ruth, her back arching in spasms as she came again and again. Jim unlocked the padlocks on her restraints and left her, his come trickling out of her anus and down her thighs.
Ruth was now in good shape, and had a great body, but Jim decided that there was still room for improvement and the next day rang her in her office and told her that from now on she was to spend four hours a day at the gym. Ruth told her secretary to cancel her meetings for the morning and went out to buy a new gym outfit. She would never have chosen this for herself, but Jim had given her strict instructions. The tight leotard was much too small and barely covered her breasts, while riding high up into her crack. One part of her mind shuddered in disgust at what she was becoming, but the other loved her new look and was aroused by it. At the gym, she worked out until she was exhausted, aware that everyone there was staring at her. Afterwards, as she was changing, she was approached by the manager, who told her that her appearance was not acceptable. ‘Please,' said Ruth meekly, ‘I'm sorry, but my master wants me to do this.' Looking at her contemptuously, the manager told her to give him a blow job, and Ruth did so, swallowing his load of come. Satisfied, the manager told her that she could carry on attending the gym. Ruth's ordeal was not yet over, however, for, while she was showering, two lesbians whom she had always avoided came over to her and started soaping her. She responded instantly and, within a few minutes, was being fucked by a large vibrator while licking the cunt of the other lesbian. Somehow she knew that something like this would happen every time she went to the gym.
Telephoning Jim later for her instructions, Ruth was told to leave a note for her boyfriend explaining that she had been called away on business for a few days. She cried as she wrote the note, wondering what Robert would think. But she packed her new clothes and took a taxi to Jim's house. On the way, she could not stop herself from fingering her clit, even though she could see the taxi driver watching her in the mirror. The driver pulled into a quiet alleyway, stopped the car, and joined Ruth in the back of the cab. ‘You want to be fucked, don't you, you whore?' said the driver, and Ruth replied ‘Please, I want you to fuck me. Oh god, I want you so much.' The driver pushed her roughly back on the seat, unzipped her leather skirt, and screwed her. Ruth wrapped her legs around his back, and pulled his face down to hers, whispering, ‘Please don't stop.' The driver bit her hard in the neck and dug his nails into her bum, while pounding her again and again with his cock. He slapped her face as he came and Ruth also exploded with a huge orgasm.
Ruth finally arrived at Jim's house, bruised, sweaty, and dripping come. She reflected sadly that this seemed to be her normal state now. Jim told her that as his slave she would be doing all the cooking and housework, but that first she would be punished for having had sex with the taxi driver. Ruth passively and obediently walked with him to the library, where in one corner chains dangled from a hook secured to the ceiling. She allowed herself to be chained to these by her collar and arm rings. Her arms stretched high, so that she could barely touch the floor in her high heels. Her ankle rings were tightly attached to chains bolted to the floor. Jim told her to beg him for punishment, and Ruth did so, pleading with him to hurt her. Jim took out a riding crop and beat her repeated on her arse, drawing blood and leaving weal marks which would not go away for days. The pain was unbearable, and Ruth screamed and screamed in agony, but at the same time she became more and more aroused, loving the pain even while hating it. Eventually, Jim stopped beating her, released her arms, and gave her a huge vibrator. Eagerly, Ruth used the vibrator to bring herself off.
Jim then told her to phone Amanda, her best friend, and told Ruth what to say. Tears flooded down Ruth's cheeks as she told Amanda that she loved her and wanted her to stay with Robert while she was away and to sleep with him in her place. She told Amanda that she wanted Robert and would do whatever was necessary to seduce him. Amanda couldn't understand why Ruth was telling her to do this, but her mind betrayed her, and she found herself lusting after Robert. Her pussy soaking, Amanda rang up Robert and told him that she would cook him dinner while Ruth was away. She arrived at his flat wearing a skimpy evening dress and, after having got him slightly drunk, found it easy to seduce him, telling him that his girlfriend was a whore who did not really love him and that he was too good for her. Robert found that Amanda was willing to do anything to please him in bed, and he screwed her again and again until the morning, Amanda moaning in ecstasy and telling him that she loved him. At breakfast, it was agreed that Amanda would move into the flat with him, and she threw away all of Ruth's remaining possessions. Unable to keep her hands off Robert, she made him fuck her again and again, sucking his cock, letting him screw her up the arse, wanking him off over her face, and all the time wondering why she was doing it. One time while Robert was screwing her, Amanda secretly phoned Ruth and let her hear Robert telling her how much he loved fucking her and Amanda's screams as she orgasmed repeatedly and told Robert that she loved him. At the other end of the phone, tears ran down Ruth's cheeks as she heard her boyfriend and her best friend climaxing again and again.
One day, Jim took Ruth to a seedy tattoo parlour, where they went to a back room. Ruth was tightly strapped to a padded bench, so tightly that she was unable to move and could not even turn her head. Jim explained that she was going to have some permanent changes made to her body which would mark her as his property. Ruth cried bitterly but heard her own voice saying, ‘Please, I want to be marked. I want everyone to know that you own me and that I am your slave.'
‘I know you do,' said Jim. ‘And we have some new rules now. You must always refer to yourself in the third person, you can only talk using words of one or two syllables, and you will always call me ‘master' when you address me. You will only speak to people when you are spoken to, and your replies will always be submissive. You will always speak in a low, sexy whisper. And you will not look anyone in the eye. Now, tell me again what you want when the tattooist comes in.'
Ruth, her eyes downcast, said, in a sexy whisper, ‘Please, master, Ruth wants to be marked to show that you own her.'
The tattooist was a young girl, dressed in black jeans and black T-shirt. She could see that Ruth was a submissive who was ready and willing to be marked, and asked Jim what he wanted done to her.
First, a hole was punched and a 1” stainless steel rod was inserted through Ruth's tongue. The pain was excruciating and Ruth cried out in agony. It would not be noticed if she kept her mouth closed, or slightly parted but would otherwise be all too noticeable. Still, she thought, through the haze of pain, this sort of thing was quite fashionable now. But worse was to come. Now that her tongue had been pierced, she was gagged.
First her left and then her right nipple were pierced and, at this point, Ruth passed out from the pain. While she was unconscious, the tattooist inserted heavy, titanium steel rings, 1” in diameter, through her nipples. They, like the rest of her new ornaments, fastened with an internal catch and would be practically impossible to remove. They would be a permanent feature of the new Ruth. Next, six piercings for earrings were made in each of Ruth's ears, and steel hoops inserted, as well as, on each earlobe, a heavy steel pendant, 2” long. These earrings would also be permanent.
Then, a hole was punched through Ruth's labia, and a thick oval ring passed through. Before the two halves of the ring were clicked closed, a chain was inserted which would dangle half –way down Ruth's thighs. A disk at the end of the chain was engraved with the words ‘JIM'S WHORE'. Another 1” plain steel ring went through her belly-button, and yet another ring through her nose
Then, flexible steel bands, 2” wide were locked tightly around Ruth's throat, her upper arms, her wrists and her ankles. Each band had a steel ring attached to it. Once again, these bands were permanent, and could never be removed.
Finally, the word SLUT was tattooed across Ruth's belly.
Looking at the unconscious Ruth, Jim was pleased with her new markings and congratulated the tattooist on having done a good job. The tattooist told him that it had been a pleasure and, looking at her, Jim could see that she was heavily aroused, so he told her that Ruth was bi-sexual and would be pleased to see her again. The tattooist smiled hungrily before removing Ruth's gag and slapping her face to bring her round. When she woke, Ruth moaned in agony from the pain of her new piercings. The tattooist forced her to drink a large glass of whisky to dull the pain, then bent down and tongued Ruth's cunt. Despite the excruciating pain, Ruth became instantly aroused, and, still bound tightly to the bench, found herself coming repeatedly. Once the tattooist had finished, Jim mounted Ruth and screwed her slowly, exiting her just before he came and spraying his come over her face. Ruth was then unstrapped and he told her to lick out the arse of the tattooist, which she did, hating herself and yet aroused by her humiliation.
Ruth was then taken to another room which had a full length mirror. Horrified, she gazed at her reflection. Who was this woman in the mirror, she thought, for she could hardly recognise herself. The slender waist, large, firm breasts, and face were familiar, but the woman looking at her was obviously a whore and a slave girl, mutilated with rings and with the thick steel bands there to allow her to be tied up. As she looked at herself, Ruth felt her clit and nipples swelling, and could not stop herself from rubbing her clit and making herself come. As she did so, the chain which dangled from her labia clinked and she somehow found herself growing proud of her new ornaments, which visibly demonstrated that she was owned and a slave.
Jim told her that he was glad that she was now appropriately marked for her new role in life as a whore, and that from now on she would always associate pain with sexual arousal. Ruth gasped at his words and, overcome by a more intense feeling of arousal than she had ever had before, was suddenly wracked by a multiple orgasm, and collapsed onto her knees, moaning in a combination of agony and ecstasy. When she had finished coming, Jim asked her how she liked her new markings.
‘Thank you, master,' said Ruth, her eyes lowered, ‘Ruth loves her new markings. She will be a good slave.' And although Ruth could hear herself saying this, her conscious mind still rebelled against what was happening to her. But increasingly she found that she could not think clearly, for the waves of arousal and her need to come kept drowning out her real thoughts.
Jim told Ruth to get dressed and was pleased to see that all her new markings were fully visible, including the chain which now dangled from her labia and below her short leather skirt. She looked so helpless that he told her to kneel down, and then shoved his cock into her anus. When he had finished, Jim noticed that Ruth's anus was bleeding and he made her insert her rubber butt plug into it.
Jim then told Ruth to ring her office and tell her secretary that she was unwell. Hearing her whisky-slurred voice, Ruth's secretary thought that she knew why Ruth was unwell, and thought ‘What a bitch, not only is she a complete slut but also an alcoholic.' Word spread fast around the office that afternoon.
The next day, after Ruth had returned from the gym, where she found that she was again raped repeatedly, since she now had a reputation there as a complete slut who would sleep with anyone.
Later that day, Jim gave her some injections. The first had the effect of causing her permanently to lose all body hair below the neck. Jim told her that it was much better that she would now have her cunt always visible. The other injections were fast-acting growth hormones, which would change her body by increasing the size of her breasts and nipples, growing and permanently engorging her clitoris, and enlarging her lips. The process took a few days and was extremely painful. Ruth spent this time stumbling around the house, naked apart from her high heels, with her ankles hobbled by a short chain which only allowed her to take small steps, doing housework and cooking while in constant, terrible pain from the growth hormones. Each day she could feel her breasts growing larger until eventually they were DD, with one inch long nipples, her clit was huge, protruding and ultra-sensitive, her cunt had contracted, and was now as tight as when she had been a teenager, and she had permanently bee-stung lips. She looked like a complete whore, an obscene Barbie Doll, with her huge tits and tiny waist. Her new breasts, nipples and clit were incredibly sensitive and Ruth now became aroused and orgasmed almost as soon as she was touched. Especially when she was being whipped by Jim, which now happened every day, she found herself in a constant state of sexual frenzy.
Jim decided that Ruth should start to earn her keep, so he advertised her as a slave girl prostitute on the internet, and soon she was being kept very busy, travelling from one hotel room to another as she serviced her clients. She was very popular as she would do anything, and would beg her clients to whip and humiliate her. Her anus was especially popular, and soon became stretched from its frequent usage. She became well-known to the staff in many of the hotels, who allowed her to visit her clients so long as she serviced them as well, and she spent a lot of time being fucked by hotel porters, managers and even chamber-maids.
In the evenings, she often pole-danced at a seedy strip club, and made herself available to the punters in a sordid little basement room, where she fucked them at £100 a time on a cheap, vinyl-covered couch.
One day, Jim ordered Ruth to visit Robert. She dressed herself in one of her whore outfits, a sheer, ultra-tight, leopard-skin mini dress with a bright pink halter top, and clear plastic platform shoes with 6” heels. Although Robert looked at her outfit with contempt, he agreed for old times sake to have a drink with her in the local pub. As usual, the liquid, which Ruth had been told to put into Robert's drink, did its work, and Robert found himself suddenly overcome with lust for his now whorish ex-girlfriend. Ruth caressed his crotch and could feel that he had a rock-hard erection. They went back to his flat, stopping at a cash point on the way as Ruth explained that she was now a whore and would want £200 in advance. Robert paid his ex-wife the money and spent an hour buggering her. She told him that he was to call her over at least once a week.
Ruth's office had been calling her repeatedly, so Jim told her to go back to work. Ruth dressed for the occasion in thigh-length boots with long stiletto heels, a tight corset, and a shiny, black Latex dress, which clung tightly to her body. Her huge new breasts almost spilled out of the low cut dress, and the chain which dangled from her cunt was visible, and clinked as she walked. Jim phoned Lara and asked her to come over to see Ruth's new look. Lara rode over on her motorbike and admired Ruth in her finery, before strapping on a dildo and screwing Ruth for an hour. Eventually, Lara drove Ruth to her office, and walked her into the lobby, embracing and deep-kissing her before she left. The receptionist did not recognise the flushed and breathless Ruth, and thought that she was a prostitute until Ruth showed her pass card.
Ruth went into her office door and sat at her desk but then, overcome by the need to come, spread her legs wide apart and started to masturbate but had not yet come when her manager entered the room without knocking. Without prompting, Ruth stood up, kissed him and pulled him onto her, desperate for his cock.
The next few days at work were horrible for Ruth. Each day, she wore an outfit which left little to the imagination. Her dresses were sheer, skin tight affairs which were wet-look, leather, latex, metallic, animal print, or stretch lace. Her hold-up stockings never quite reached to the hem of her skirt. When she wore trousers, they were either skin-tight jeans or black leather. Everyone at work stared at her huge tits and extended nipples. Every time that she started trying to do some work, her mobile phone would ring with a punter calling her. She had to explain her prices and take down the address of the client who had called, and then go off to be fucked by him in his hotel room. And in the office, all her colleagues had learnt that she could not say no, and in between being given menial chores to do she was repeatedly fucked by anyone who asked her. She was kept so busy servicing her clients and colleagues that she had to ask her secretary to schedule all the people who were waiting to screw her.
Ruth was usually up working as a prostitute until 2 or 3 am, then getting up at 6 am to go into the gym, then the office. She was getting more and more tired and found herself less and less able to think about anything complicated. Her life passed in a blur of being fucked by strangers and orgasming in anonymous hotel rooms.
One morning she was visited by the personnel manager, who locked the door of her office and told her to lie on her back on her desk. That day, Ruth was wearing a black lycra skirt so short that it was almost a belt and when she lay back and spread her legs her bald cunt was immediately visible. As she lay back, she pulled up her tee shirt so that the manager could fondle her tits, on which whip marks were plainly visible. Once the manager had come, he told Ruth that she was sacked for falsifying expenses, gross misconduct and inappropriate behaviour, and told her not to expect a reference. Ruth sobbed uncontrollably, realising that her career was over for good, and that all that was left now was prostitution. She was so upset that she had to masturbate again and make herself come. On her way back to Jim's house she was propositioned in the street and spent most of the afternoon in a hotel room being fucked by a businessman, returning with £500 in cash.
One day, Jim decided that Ruth should have another way to be satisfied when he was not there, so he introduced her to his Alsatian dogs and told her to fuck them. Ruth sucked the dogs' cocks until they were hard, and then took them in her cunt and arse. She came repeatedly and from then on let herself be screwed by both dogs and least once a day, disgusted with herself, but still incredibly turned on by the dogs.
When Jim's friends came round to dinner, Ruth would cook and serve the food, wearing only an elegant-looking yet flimsy evening dress which was slit down the side or front to the waist, revealing her bare cunt as she walked, and which hardly covered her nipples. She had to wear her hobble chain between her ankles and her wrists were also held together by a short chain. She was tightly corseted and her waist was so thin that it looked as though it might break. With her tiny waist and huge tits, which were pushed up by her corset, she looked like a sex toy. During these meals, she never spoke, but allowed herself to be fucked or whipped by everyone there. By the end of these evenings, she was drenched in come, covered in whip marks, and shattered from her repeated orgasms. She was also becoming so used to obeying instructions, and so desperate to be hurt, screwed and humiliated that her real mind had almost ceased to function. All that she could think about was her throbbing clit and the joy of being enslaved and humiliated.
One evening, Jim invited over Robert and Amanda, who whipped Ruth mercilessly, and told her that she was a slut and a whore. Robert told Ruth that he was marrying Amanda. Ruth cried but soon forgot her unhappiness as she sucked Robert's cock while Amanda screwed her in the arse with a dildo. Afterwards, Jim fucked her and then gave her to the dogs, as Robert and Amanda laughed at her. Ruth did not care, and came and came again as she sucked off the dogs and let them screw her.
After a while, Jim decided that it was time to formalise his relationship with Ruth. Her wedding dress for the occasion was thick white silk, and reached the ground, hiding her high heels and hobbled ankles. Her front was cut low, and it was difficult for her to keep her nipples in when she walked. Her waist was bound in by an incredibly tight corset, so tight that it made breathing difficult. To match her dress, her dark hair was dyed a sluttish platinum blonde, making her look more than ever like a whore, and her face was covered with a thick veil. Her hands were locked by the wrist behind her back, and she stumbled slightly as she walked down the isle. Unseen, under her dress, vibrators had been strapped into her cunt and anus, and, from time to time she shuddered as they brought her to one orgasm after another. When the priest asked her if she was willing to be Jim's slave forever, she whispered ‘Yes, slut wants to be her master's slave and his whore.' The priest then told her that she was never again to cross her legs, which she was always to keep wide open, and always to keep her mouth slightly open. The priest then took out her vibrators and fucked her, followed by Jim and the rest of the guests. At the end, she lay there, spread-eagled in the church, her beautiful dress covered in dirt and come, her mouth sticky with all the come she had swallowed, and still panting with lust even after having come dozens of times.
Jim decided to make another change to his fuck-toy before they went on honeymoon. Ruth was permanently tattooed with make-up dye which meant that she would always have her whorish, heavily made-up look, and long, artificial eyelashes and fingernails were also permanently implanted. Her head was shaven in an ultra-short cut: from now on she would have to wear wigs.
On the honeymoon flight to the Caribbean, Ruth was dressed in denim shorts which were so tight and short that they showed her bum cheeks and dug deep into her crotch. Her T-shirt was so tight that it looked as though it had been sprayed on. In her heavy make-up and long blonde wig, sitting with her legs wide apart, her lips slightly parted, her shorts stained with her cunt juices, and her nipples straining through her T-shirt, she looked like a complete bimbo, a mindless Barbie Doll look-alike who was only there for sex and, in fact, this was what she had become. One of the stewardesses sat beside her and grasped her thigh. Finding that Ruth responded eagerly, she took her to the crew quarters and fucked her, as did many of the rest of the crew. Cum dripped down her legs as she arrived on Grenada.
At the hotel pool, Ruth wore a tiny, chain-link bikini, and all her rings and bondage were visible. The other women looked at her with disgust, the men with longing. Jim told her to seduce as many of the staff and guests as she could and so she spent most of her days and nights being fucked by a succession of strangers, from kitchen porters to fellow honeymooners. In the evenings, she wore elegant evening dresses but the effect was spoilt by the long chain attached to her neck and held by Jim. Each night, Jim whipped Ruth before fucking her, and her screams could be heard throughout the hotel.
One night, Jim asked Ruth whether she wanted to be released and told her that the effects of the drug had long ago worn off. ‘Please,' she said, ‘Ruth just wants to be a slave and fuck-toy. Cunt loves her master.' And so Jim allowed Ruth to stay with him and continue to be humiliated, tortured and degraded. Ruth no longer had any thoughts of her own, no independence, and her days and nights were spent whoring herself out as a call-girl. She loved her new life and existed only for the thrill of being fucked by strangers and of pleasing her master.