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As I spoke, I could see Whore shrinking within herself, as if she wished to sink into the floor. She'd already been outed as a slave slut at two of the most popular restaurants in Fresno, but there were enough restaurants in Fresno she could avoid those two forever. Going to her own country club dressed as a slave slut would be the height of disaster for Whore. The only way she wouldn't be humiliated forever was to leave it and never go back, and the community of wealthy was relatively tight knit. Word would undoubtedly spread from her club to all the others within Fresno. I waited to see if she would protest or complain. She might as well move to another city.
"After breakfast, I'd like to see you model all the clothes I got for you yesterday. Call your club and get a tee time for one PM."
Whore was obviously despondent, but she replied, "Yes, Master."
"You might wish to take her to dinner after the round of golf, Master," I said. "I hear her club has an excellent prime rib dinner."
Might as well expose her to more of her friends than just those who'd be golfing.
"An excellent suggestion," Bill said. "I love a good prime rib. Make reservations for dinner after if they're required."
Deeper despondency but a quiet "Yes, sir," in reply.
"You may help Lisa with breakfast. The foxtail is going back in and remain in until I tell you to remove it. Perhaps I'll have you wear it while golfing. Julia, please stay a moment."
He waited until Whore was gone, then said, "She's right. I promised she wouldn't have to do anything Evelyn doesn't do. Evelyn has never gone ass to mouth."
"I suspected as much, Master, which is why I jumped in. The way we prepare beforehand, it's not a bad experience. I'm sure Evelyn would be willing to do it on Friday, once we show her how to prepare. So I wasn't lying when I said she would do it on Friday. Whore won't find it too disgusting either once she knows how it's done. The other thing I recommend is since you haven't seen Evelyn all week, don't sell her for the night. Sell her three holes individually for an orgasm, then bring her home and fuck her properly. She'll suck your cock after you fuck her ass, I can almost guarantee it."
"Good advice, Julia, thank you."
"You're welcome, sir."
My work here was done. We went out and I started helping Whore and Lisa with breakfast. Shasta and Sean arrived early, taking off their clothes as they entered.
Shasta sat down in a chair, spreading her legs and said, "Come here, Whore. I need my cunt licked in worst way. I think Whore should train Sean. She's a much better cunt licker than he is."
Without a word, Whore got on her knees and began licking Shasta's cunt. Shasta made her lick her to three orgasms before being satisfied.
"Did you remember to talk to Scott last night about Bill's offer?" Shasta asked.
"I forgot. I intend to mention it to him tonight, tell him the paperwork will be at Brianna's tomorrow to look over. Have you eaten breakfast, Mistress?"
"Yeah, Momma made us something. We'll go down and get started."
"We might need to have our cum break a little early today. Whore is taking her Master to golf at her country club at one PM today. I assume they'll need to leave at 12:20 to make a one PM tee time."
"I can make arrangements to allow for an earlier break," Shasta said. "We'll just start lunch at 11:30 and she can skip Sean. Maybe he doesn't get another cum break until he learns to lick cunt better, so I don't need Whore as much."
Both of them went downstairs. We'd have to rush breakfast or be late for work. This morning's activities had taken too much time. William fed Whore. Lisa and I ate quickly, but everyone else had already arrived for work before we got to the basement, about five minutes late.
Shasta tapped her watch. "You think because you own the company, you can be five minutes late for work. Did you or did you not put me in charge?"
"We did, Mistress," Lisa said.
"Then you get one swat for every minute you were late. Slaves should be more punctual."
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"Charlotte, hand me that 1 x 4 over there," pointing to a board about two feet long. "It make a good paddle for two late slaves."
Charlotte handed her the board, saying, "Does everyone who is late get paddled?"
"Only slaves get paddled," Shasta replied. "Everyone else has to skip their cum break and work later each night to make up for the time they missed. Julia, we starting with you. Get your ass over my knee."
"Yes, Mistress."
I arranged my bottom over Shasta's knee. I was excited. I'd whipped Whore and that had been arousing, but it had been some time since I was punished myself. I felt myself flooding. Shasta noticed my arousal.
"You're a horny little slut, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Are you going to cum?"
"Possibly Mistress. Five isn't very many, but I am aroused."
"You get five more if you cum."
"Yes, Mistress."
Shasta laid a good five over me and I didn't cum, but I felt very close and would have liked nothing more than to finger myself to a fast orgasm. Slaves don't get orgasms unless the person in charge grants them, so I'd have to wait until lunch like the others. After I got up, rubbing my bum, Lisa got hers. She hadn't participated in Whore's punishment, so she wasn't as aroused as I was, but being punished in front of our employees contained an element of humiliation and arousal in and of itself, so she was dripping when Shasta finished.
"Now get to work. We're wasting valuable time," Shasta said.
"Yes, Mistress," the slaves all replied. The others just started working.
About 10:30, Bill and Whore came downstairs.
"Pardon the interruption, Shasta, but I have a question for all the ladies. Which of these two outfits should Whore wear golfing today. It should be appropriate for dinner at the country club dining room afterward."
Whore was wearing a translucent top which showed much of her breasts which would be swinging freely under the silky garment. She had on a short tennis like skirt, designed to be worn with matching panties, but slaves weren't allowed undergarments, so if Whore bent over to tee up the ball, or mark her ball on the green, her bottom and pussy would be visible to anyone sharing the tee or green. It's entirely possible gusts of wind would expose all of her assets, if not the golf swing itself.
The other garment she had was a slinky short dress which would mold to her naked body, and look great for dinner, but not very common sense for golfing.
Whore stood quietly, waiting for her fate to be decided.
"It's obvious what she's wearing is perfect for the golf course, but is unlikely to meet any dinner dress code," Lisa said, pondering the choices. "The other one looks impossible for playing golf. In addition to being too confining to swing a club, as soon as she sweats a little, it would become transparent. She might get arrested."
"Exactly what I was thinking," Bill said. "Hence my dilemma."
"Don't they have drinking fountains and the like on the golf course?" Shasta said.
"They do," Bill said.
"Then the solution is simple. Play golf and bring a couple towels with you. At the end, have her strip off her golf outfit, use a wet towel to wash herself, clean all the sweat off. Use the other towel to dry off. Put on the dress, go to dinner. She can stand behind a bush or tree to change, right."
"I could change in the locker rooms in the clubhouse, Master," Whore said, hoping not to be required to strip off her clothes behind some bush. It would be scandalous enough to be playing in her outfit, let alone remove everything to put the other equally scandalous dress on.
"Slaves shouldn't be allowed to change with free folks, Bill," Shasta said innocently. "Hell, blacks couldn't even drink from white water fountains until the sixties, and we weren't even slaves anymore."
"You do make a good point, Shasta," Bill said.
"I could change in the car, Master," Whore said, hopefully.
"Perhaps an idea will present itself while we're playing," Bill said. "Okay, go upstairs, take the clothes off until it's time to leave. You'll put on the golf outfit when it's time to go."
"Yes, sir." She went upstairs removing the top as she went.
Bill said, "So far, she's not said a peep. I thought this was a brilliant idea and would make her fight her slavery, but she's going along with it."
"I thought for sure, she'd kick and scream. She's lorded her country club membership over us for years. If she does this, she might have to move out of Fresno."
"What are you trying to do?" Shasta asked.
"Whore belongs to one of the most exclusive country clubs in Fresno. It's so hoity-toity, it's disgusting. Master is going to make her play golf on her own golf course mostly bare assed in the tarty skirt, and eat dinner after in that other slutty dress, essentially outing Whore as a slut slave to most of her friends and acquaintances."
"Isn't that a little extreme," Shasta said. "I don't mind treating her like shit around all of us, but ruining her entire life in Fresno? I was only joking around to get her goat, but the only people I'd wish that on were the bastards that raped me. Granted, she hasn't been the most pleasant person to be around, but I wouldn't wish this on her."
Bill kissed her. "You're right, gorgeous. I shouldn't ruin her life. She doesn't deserve that. Thank you for reminding me to be a better person. I will, however, let her sweat it out. You know, I'm treating her so poorly because of the way she treated you."
"She should sweat it out. She deserves to sweat a little. She was a bitch, no question, but it wasn't so bad a simple apology wouldn't go a long way to make it better."
"You're a better person than I am, Mistress," I said. "I hated what she did to you."
"I'm the one who opened the door. I didn't have to sell myself. If I weren't trying to get back at my slave for trying to control me, I wouldn't have done it."
"I'm sorry, Mistress," Sean said.
"You should be. Maybe I send you upstairs to lick her asshole. Make you take cunt licking lessons from her."
"Not right now. How can she sweat it out if she's being pleasured," Bill said.
Shasta laughed. "I'm not sure she deserve Sean anyway, even on a good day."
Bill laughed and went upstairs.
"Back to work, people. The fucking show is over," Shasta said.