Getting a taste of envy

As they got out of the limo, they were met by quick and constant flashes from every direction. Erik could hear people yelling and pleading for Clara to look into their cameras. She basked in the attention and even gave some of the photographers the privilege her direct gaze. Erik however wasn't so thrilled at the sudden flow of attention hurled his way. He had only seconds ago swallowed a couple of loads after sucking on Claras cock the entire ride. Cum and saliva was dripping down his chin. A wet spot could be seen on the front of his slutty short shorts, which was clearly precum. This was it, there was no hiding anymore. The safety of Lane Corp was far away, and now he was going to be exposed for what he had finally become. A total slut for his mistresses cock.

As he started to walk, the 5 inch dildo plug in his ass became wonderfully obvious as it rubbed against his insides. It gently pressed against his twitching prostate and jolts of pleasure were sent all over his body, making his knees feel weak and forcing his eyes to roll to the back of his head a few times and cause his mouth to gape. The fact that all this was captured by the cameras made it all so deliciously humiliating. What the cameras couldn't capture however was the copious amounts of cum squelching around inside his tummy. It wasn't enough to produce a bulge but he was certain that if he inhaled deeply and sucked in his stomach, a bulge would appear, giving the illusion that he was a few weeks pregnant.

The haze he was in after fully submitting to Claras cock for the duration of the ride hadn't yet worn off, which greatly aided in walking through this crowd. Yet despite how much he wanted to hate where he was right now, he couldn't help but love it. After taking a few shy strides, the resist to strike a pose failed. He gave in and turned to some of the cameras, pouting with his lips and bending somewhat sideways and doing a peace-sign above his right eye. To his surprise, the crowd loved it. He bit his lower lip and smiled... he was getting used to the attention already.

His moment of glory was cut short however as he glanced sideways to spot his mistress and saw that he had fallen behind. Quickly he scurried to her side, receiving a slap on his butt cheek as he got close enough. His dignity was slowly dwindling away, all for his mistress. As they came closer to the studio where they would be taking the photos, Clara slowed down until she came to a full stop. She then leaned down and whispered into Eriks ear,

"You loved that didn't you my princess?" Her voice sounded sensual and toned out all the yells from the paparazzi

"I... I guess" He sounded uncertain, but deep down he knew the truth, and so did she

"Don't be shy baby, you can tell me anything... everything" Her voice echoed endlessly inside Eriks head, and he was compelled to tell her... everything

"It... it was amazing! Oh my goddess it made me feel sooo slutty *giggle* It was all so... different. It was so gr-" He caught himself as he started to trail off. He was afraid that he had made himself look like an idiot infront of his mistress but her face showed a clear sign of approval.

"Good girl princess! I can't wait until you're fully trai- I mean, *giggle* until we get to the photoshoot. You'll love it!" She wasn't sure whether Erik had sunken deep enough to accept what fate was awaiting him, so she stopped herself and reminded him of their destination.

They soon after hurried to the double doors of the studio. It's outsides were plastered with pictures of lithe young males dressed in fetish gear and on their knees. Erik winced slightly at the sight but began to understand what kind of photoshoot this was going to be. His conditioning quickly took affect and made Erik see things in a slightly new light. His eyes suddenly fixated on the double doors leading inside the building. Erik hastily darted to the entrance and opened a door, serving his mistress. As she passed and gave him a smile and nod of approval, jolts of pleasure were sent all over his body once more as he had successfully served Clara.

As they got inside they were greeted by a short, petite girl. Her shocking appearance was short from slutty. She was completely naked except from a pink collar around her thin neck and lace gloves which reached all the way to her elbows, in the same shade of pink as her collar. Her hair was styled with two pigstails on either side of her head. Looking down, Erik could see that her pubic mound had been tattooed with the words "Owned Slut". She was certainly a sight to behold, and the look on his mistresses face as she saw the petite girl made Erik jealous. His mind began to race. The girl was really exposed and marked out in the open like this? Looking around, it was clear that the people around payed no mind to it. It almost seemed natural for this girl to run around like this.

'What if I looked like that? Would that please Mistress?' The thought started to dominate his mind. Even though there was still a miniscule amount of masculinity left within his weak head, telling him that this was wrong, a need to please his mistress still kept him in line. It kept him docile and willing. His trail of thought was cut short however as the girl broke the silence,

"Hi! Welcome to Masters studio! I hope you're well today!" She sounded gitty and excited to adress Clara. The pitch of her voice was high and left no doubt that she was completely happy with her predicament.

Erik was surprised by what the girl called the studio. It didn't have a name, so she must have refered to someone. Someone who presumeably owned her. Claras smile widened,

"Why hello there Tingle! Look at you, awhahah, you've come so far since we last met." Clara sounded enthusiastic about whatever she mean't by how far "Tingle" had come. Erik was utterly oblivious to how similar his situation was to Tingles former situation. And what a strange name... someone couldn't have named their daughter tingle. Undless... someone renamed her.

"I have! Master made sure my training was swift and thorough! "No stone left unturned" she said! I don't really know what that means but, *giggle* I don't need to" The fact that she was so compliant and open about her situation fascinated Erik. Had she truly been "trained"? 'How could someone willingly let themselves be trained?' Erik thought, still completely ignorant to his own position.

"Awww that's adorable, how sweet. So! Would you be so kind and lead Princess to the changing rooms? We've got a whole lotta work ahead of us" A certain satisfaction was clear in Claras voice as she talked to Tingle. It didn't go unnoticed by Erik, which made him jealous of her.

"Aaalrighty! Come with me Princess!" She eagerly rushed towards Erik, who hadn't been called by that name in quite some time, and grabbed him by his thin wrist. What struck him as odd what that her grip was quite firm. She was by no means strong, but even compared to Erik, she was significantly more handy.

As he was quickly led somewhere unknown to Erik, he looked back at his mistress with worry in his eyes. He on the other hand was met with a mischievous grin.