As I stood there, collared, leashed, naked with my hands in shackles behind me and my ankles locked to a spreader bar, I thought that I must be dreaming. Then I felt another orgasm building from my slave cunt until it hit my entire body. If I was dreaming , this was a good dream. I opened my eyes to watch my ex-husband and new master being ridden by his blonde slave and my new mistress. I was only getting his prodding and probing fingers, but I was loving it. Another orgasm was building from his digital stimulation. After it hit me, my ex grabbed his slave's ass, pulling her in tight as he washed her pussy with his cum. She seemed to orgasm in response. We were all sweating and panting. Was this all my new life with my ex was going to entail? No, because when her Master pushed her off his dick, she grabbed my leash. "Clean Master's dick, you low level slave." She pulled my head down, and I tasted their mixed juices for the first time. It would not be the last time I was required to do this. I was saddened that my best efforts at cleaning and sucking his dick were not getting the response that I wanted. The two of them might have been satisfied, but I wanted Master to grab my sore ass and fuck my slutty slave cunt. Fingers had been nice, but dick would have been much better. Alas, he didn't get hard as he got cleaned. She snatched my head up by the leash harshly. She led me over to a leather chair. She sat in the chair and draped each of her legs over a chair arm. She pulled the leash toward her dripping pussy. "Now clean your mistress, slave slut." Once again I tasted cum from my Master and my mistress. I must have been getting used to the taste, because this time it seemed sweeter than before. That was good, because I would get a lot of this mixture in the future. As I licked and swallowed, I could hear her breath get ragged and feel her body tense up. When she climaxed, she pulled my head so far between her legs that I couldn't breathe. "Oh Master, I am going to have fun with this slut when you are at work," He replied, "Just make sure that she gets her work done. If not, I will whip you and cane her. Now clean yourself and her up." With that, my mistress took off her suspenders and stockings. Then she dragged me by my leash out the back door into the garden. The garden was very private; I remembered when I had sunbathed nude here when I was married. That pleasant memory was shattered when the cold force of water from the hose hit me in the face. "Dirty bitch, you are going to be cleaned the way a sub-level slave deserves. Don't whine, you will probably love it when I scrub your slutty cunt." She poured liquid soap in my hair and all over my body. She rubbed it in with a rough sponge. (I did enjoy when she scrubbed my cunt.) She rinsed me with high pressure cold water. Then she tied my leash to the fence and went inside. I stood out in the cold dripping dry. She must have gone in to get a warm shower. She came out fully dressed, her make-up and hair were perfect. She untied the leash and led me inside. I had no make-up on and my brown hair was a mess. Master looked at me and laughed. "You look like hell," he said. He was right. I could see myself in the hall mirror. "Slave, what are you going to do about her hair? It needs brushing badly." Slave looked her Master. "If it were up to me Sir, I would shave her head. Taking care of this piece of meat is my responsibility, and I don't have time to primp her. I'll start tattooing her make-up on tomorrow, but I don't want to have to fix her hair every day. She doesn't need to be pretty, I'll be your one and only beautiful slave." Master looked at my pleading eyes and laughed. "Sure, go ahead." I started crying softly, and they both laughed at me. "You know that you have no say in this or any matter anymore?" Master asked. I tearfully nodded yes. Slave brought out a stool and scissors. She cut my hair off in clumps. Then she brought out some electric shears and shaved my hair down to a minimum. I cried the whole time. She brought out a mirror to show me my shame. Now I was not just a low level slave, but also an ugly low level slave. Even Master looked disappointed. "She will look better after I ink some make-up on her and pierce her nipples. Then I'll shave her cunt and tattoo it with the words: Sex Slave Cunt I'll start tomorrow." She yanked me up by my leash and locked me in the downstairs water closet for the night. I could hear them talking about a party that was planned for next week. As they mentioned some of the names, they were friends from when we were married. "Sure, she will be humiliated, But on the plus side, perhaps one of the guys will want to fuck her ugly ass." I didn't sleep well that night.