Driven by Craving

One night while online, right before she was about to sign off, she received an IM that caught her attention. "No one understands what a humiliation slut like you craves, do they?" She sat and pondered that for a moment before replying, "No, I haven't found any who do."

"That is so sad, your need for excruciating humiliation is so evident, it is like you are screaming it into the room, though you are saying not a word." Was the quick reply.

"How do You know that? How can You tell that?" she asked.

"Because I know what you are, I have watched you for a long time, coming night after night into the humiliation rooms, looking, seeking someone. I watched you, to see how real you are, how much you want the humiliation that I wish to inflict, how much you are willing to suffer to get what you need. Tonight I decided to approve you to offer a chance at what you seek, if you are brave enough to take it. Are you brave enough little humiliation slut to reach for that which you need so badly?"

She sat there stunned, her heart pounding, her mind screaming all the reasons why this wasn't smart, wasn't safe, but louder still was her cunt pulsing, urging her to grab this chance. After what seemed like an eternity, she slowly typed, "What do I have to do?"

If she had been in his room, where he sat typing on his keyboard, she would have seen a wicked smile come over his face. "I will be sending you an email with instructions, which you are to follow to the letter. If you are brave enough to do so, you will get the humiliation that you have craved for so long. Good night." And with that he signed off.

The next morning, before she took her shower, she checked her email to see if he has sent anything. Her disappointment at not finding anything from him had her depressed most of the morning. Every hour she would check, until right before lunch the email that she was desperately seeking arrived. "Today at lunch, go buy some proper slut clothes, short skirt, low-cut top. After work tonight, go into the restroom and change into those clothes, put on some proper slut make-up and then drive to the location listed below. There is a store parking lot about a block from that address that is where you are to park, as I don't want a slut like you parking in front of my house. You are to walk from the parking lot to my front door. You are to arrive no later than 6:30, if you are not outside my door by 6:30, you will not be allowed entrance and you will never be invited back again. One other thing, prior to going shopping at lunch, remove your bra and panties and leave them in the trash in the restroom, you are not to wear them ever again, to remind you what a dirty little slut you are."

As she walked to the restroom to take off her bra and panties, she could not believe she was doing this, what if someone noticed it in the restroom, or noticed she wasn't wearing anything under her clothes, how could she be planning to go meet a total stranger, but the only voice she heard was that of her pulsing dripping cunt, hungry to be used, to be fucked. At lunch she purchased a low-cut buttoned top and a skirt that came 5 inches above her knees. She also purchased some heavier makeup to use this evening. When she returned from lunch she checked to see how far away from work the address was and found that she would have to leave work by 6 o'clock to be there on time.

As 5:30 approached, and she prepared to go change in the restroom, she noticed one or two of her coworkers still around, but she knew she couldn't wait any longer. She quickly changed and put on fresh makeup, then looking around exited the building as fast as possible, hoping no one saw her. Her cunt pulsing harder and harder, she drove as fast as the traffic would let her, thinking about how busy the grocery store parking lot would be at 6 something at night. She drove past the address on the email and then to the grocery store. Collecting her courage, she picked up her purse and locking her car, walked to the address on the email, walking up the stairs at exactly 6:30.

On the front door, she saw an envelope with the word CUNT written in big, bold, black letters. Taking the envelope down, she opened it and found a note, "Congratulations on having the courage to reach for what you need, what you crave. Now, over to your left is a metal box, inside that box is a blindfold and a lock. You are to stand here in front of this door, strip off your slut clothes, fold them neatly, put them in the box, along with anything else you may have brought with you, lock them inside, put on the blindfold and kneel down in front of the bitch's door cut into the front door. If and when I am satisfied, you will hear me unlock the bitch's door and then you can crawl in to start your training and your use. If you are unwilling to do as you have been directed, you will never hear from me again."

With shaking hands, she slowly lowered the letter and walked over to the box, taking out the lock and the blindfold, she went back in front of the door and slowly unbuttoned her top, taking it off, folding it, then lowering her skirt and shoes before placing all her clothes and her purse in the box and locking them in. Then kneeling down in front of the door, she saw the doggy door cut into the front door with the word Bitch's Entrance stenciled on it. Putting the blindfold on, she waited. With every car that passed, she shrunk lower, every minute seemed like an hour, finally she heard a bolt sliding back and felt the door hit her as it swung out. Moving forward, crouching low, crawling slowly, she made her way in through the dog door.

Once inside, she heard a command to stop. "Kneel up bitch, I need to inspect you." As she knelt up, legs spread wide, hand behind her head, she heard him walking around her, felt his hand trailing over her hair, pinching her tits, fingering her sopping wet cunt. "Ah what a filthy wet slut you are, cunt. Just a greedy cunt, aren't you?"

Not sure what to do, she quietly said, "Yes, Sir."

"Louder, cunt."

"Yes Sir, I am a just a greedy cunt."

"Bend over, ass in the air and spread, bitch."

As she spread her ass wide with her fingers, she felt his hands, pulling her further apart, pushing into her ass. "Has this hole been used, slut?" "Yes Sir," she answered." "Of course, it has you are a filthy dirty slut, who else but a filthy dirty slut lets cocks in her ass." He replied.

With each thing he said, with each touch of his hand, she felt herself sink lower and lower, she felt her cunt drip more and throb harder. She bit her lip to keep from moaning and pushing against his hand, not sure if he would want her to do either. Finally after and very thorough and humiliating inspection, he told her to get back on her hands and knees like a proper bitch and crawl forward until he said to stop. About 20 feet in front of her, she ran into some sort of machine. "Crawl up onto the machine cunt. It is something that you are going to become very familiar with."

Crawling up, she felt places for her ankles, knees, wrists, and neck. When she put both of her ankles in place, her legs were widely spread and with the cushion that her belly laid on; her cunt and ass were high and obscenely open. The place for her neck, held her head up, while putting her hands in the places for her wrists ended up forcing her tits through two holes obviously designed for them, so that each of her holes and her tits were exposed and her hands were forced into a cupped position perfect for holding a cock.

"From now on, when I summoned you so that I can use you like the whore that you are, after I have opened your bitch door, you will crawl forward up unto the machine and lock yourself in place. When I'm done using you like the bitch in heat that you are, I will unlock you, and give you the key for the lock box outside. You will then crawl outside like I will have you do in a few minutes, get dressed, leaving the lock, the key and blindfold in the box, walk back to your car and drive home. You are not to contact me; I will contact you when I wish to use you. When I say you are not to contact me, I mean no email, not talking to me online, nothing, no contact unless I initiate it, do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," she answered.

"Good. Now see if you can feel the locks for each hole. You will have to lock your ankles prior to locking your hands, of course. See if you can reach each of the locks."

She felt each lock and figured out how to use each one. After she had done that, she knelt back in place waiting for his next command. "Now, if you had been a proper slut, like I told you to, you would get the honor of making yourself cum for my amusement, but as you can't dress like a proper slut, you won't get to cum until I decide I want to use you. A slut would never wear a skirt that long or a shirt that modest. When I say that I want you to look like a proper slut, I mean a skirt so short, your ass cheeks show when you walk and a shirt so low-cut and sheer that anyone walking by can see your tits. If you are not dressed like a proper slut next time I allow you to come here, you will not be allowed entrance and I will never contact you again. Do you understand cunt?"

"Yes Sir," she quietly replied.

"Proper slut attire, no contacting me and no cumming until I allow you too next time I let you come here. Do you completely understand bitch?"

"Yes Sir, this bitch understands."

"Good, see that you obey. Here is the key to the lock outside; I'm done with you. Now crawl out of here like the good bitch that you claim to be."

"And so it begins," she thought as she was driving home, her cunt dripping with desire, desperately wanting to cum, but knowing that she could not. "Maybe this is finally it."