Blue collar Master, white collar slave Part 2

you could help me." Daddy cocked an eyebrow in interest and she

continued: "To break him properly he needs to service a man too, both

with his mouth and his ass and to do it properly, it needs to be done in

public. Now I know that there's no nudity in the front halls, but I'm

pretty sure that the hard-core stuff will be going down in the back and

I'm also sure that it'll be no holds barred. So I was thinking that

maybe you'd like to help me break in the little creep? I'm sure I could

keep your boi occupied in the meantime. I know you don't allow other

cock inside him, but Old Faithful isn't a real cock." She finished and

looked up at Daddy expectantly. He only contemplated for a second before

answering: "Hell Rowena, you evil old gal, you know I can't refuse you.

Let's go find a place to screw these two creeps."

Mistress Rowena had been absolutely right. After crossing the center,

passing a vast range of dominant/submissive pairs, ranging from the ones

barely past the mild spanking stage to a few who had performed serious

body modification on their slaves. Some were feminized, whereas others

had been turned into ponies or dogs. My eyes were caught on one dominant

couple in particular who looked to be in their early fifties, a huge

white man in a black leather suit accompanied by his absolutely

beautiful, black shemale partner, in a black leather dress, which was so

short and tight that it clearly showed how well-endowed she was.

Right behind them came their two slaves, both of them shemales with

extremely severe chastity devices holding their genitals and both

without arms. Behind shemale mistress, who had aged very, very well

indeed, walked a shemale with white skin, almost no waist and huge tits.

Her corset, her hood and her boots were made of red leather and her

boots were of the ballet kind, only without the heel. The straps holding

her were made of steel and her eyes were covered by a special kind of