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If you want to be the slut in this story or you feel the need to contact me for any reason you will find me on.
Yahoo: sadistic_gentleman
Email and MSN: jkgo27@hotmail.com
Part 4
The sluts life now took a turn in a new direction for her. My control over her increased every day and her life started to change. She installed a webcam program where I could monitor her 24/7 without her knowing if someone was looking or not. Since she had a one room apartment there wasn't a lot of places in her apartment where she could hide from the cam.
The program was then connected to her password protected blog. I had ordered her to start the blog and write about her life as a slave. This way i could easily keep her life under control. All it took was a password then you could watch her 24/7 and read about her most humiliating thoughts and actions. I told her that I would give the password to her blog to friends or even sell access to it. And i can do it without even telling her I added. She sounded scared and begged me not to but.. "Its your choice but please keep the whore safe!"
The slut studied at the university in a smaller town. She had moved there to study so she basically had no friends or no one that knew her. This meant she could be a slave full time and even in public because it didn't matter if someone understood what she was. She was a stranger in the town. All the slut did was go to the school and to the gym so it was easy for her to adapt to her new life. I noticed quickly how she indicated how she wanted to have her school work ans training controlled. So i started to motivate and push her with cruel punishments when she wasn't good enough at school.
The slut quickly got some rules to follow.
The first and most apparent was that she was to obey me and Id. I had continued to let Id help me use the slut and I was really pleased how creative and cruel she was to the poor little thing. A girl really knows how to emotionally challenge another girl.
I promised the slut to keep her safe and healthy. And that was all thats was needed for the slut to swear to me that as long as I promised those things then nothing was out of limits.
When the slut is at home she is supposed to be naked or dressed according to my instructions.
Even though it sounds fun to have a girl naked you don't want to make being completely naked and vulnerable a habit. You want to keep that edge that makes her ashamed when she is naked. So I allowed her to keep some clothes on while at home.
No masturbation or orgasms without being ordered to it. To even ask for selfish pleasure was enough for to get punished. Since i first spoke with the slut 3 months ago she has had 2 orgasms one was a reward and one was a mistake which was punished hard.
She bought a pink potty which was placed in the middle of her apartment floor. For some reasons going to the toilet while watched always have an effect on girls. The slut could use public bathrooms but then she was not allowed to lock the door.
Her potty also served as her feeding bowl which the slut ate from on her knees with her hands behind her back. I made her a training diet after all the best ideas without even bothering about it being good to eat. The diet consisted if things like oatmeal and was combined with a harsh training program to make the slut as sexy as possible for me. Most of the time she was just allowed to empty the potty and not clean it before eating. Sometimes she wasn't even allowed to empty it so she had to dump her oatmeal into the piss and eat it. Oatmeal with piss instead of milk sounds like a real treat doesn't it?
The sluts clothes where sorted. All panties, pants, skirts that was to long, thick sweatshirts and things like this was put in a box and put in the sluts cellar. She was left with some shirt skirts, slutty tops, some hot pants and sports bras to work out in. She was given orders to buy some more clothes that was more suited for a whore like her.
Her shoes was also sorted. She got to keep her pair if "fuck me boots" and her other high heals and a pair of training shoes.
I sent her to a animal store where she bought a thin leather dog collar with some crystals and a ring in the front. I made her try some different ones on and send me picture messages on my phone to help her decide. Since it took me some time to decide she stood there ashamed in the store waiting for a decision. She really hated wearing this in public in the beginning but quickly it became a part of her and she had it on 24/7.
On the gym she got special rules which said that she had to change, shower and take a sauna at the gym. Since she was just allowed hot pants and a sports bra all the guys looked at her and all the girls thought she was a slut. Walking around naked in the changing room sometimes with various demeaning words written on her body and later very explicit piercings didn't help what the other girls thought about her. In short all the girls that was regular on the gym thought she was a nasty whore and they talked about it out loud when the slut could hear it. After the slut had her piercings the abuse went further than indirect verbal abuse. The comments got more upset and questions directly to her about her being a real whore or a slut. The pinnacle of abuse was when she found her clothes dumped in the toilet and then peed on.
At some time about 2 months after our initial contact I got an envelop in my mailbox. Inside there was a handwritten letter and a internet bank digipas. The letter wrote:
Hello
This might be a bit weird but I want you to really own me. If i give you this digipas it will mean that you control my life in all ways. I will be truly owned.
There is two accounts one where my money comes in and one which my card is connected to. I want you to be hard on me. I want you to see to it that every time i need money transfered to my card account I will need to earn it. I want you to use this to make me do things put me in situations which i cant get out of. Play games with me and do it all for your amusement.
I have really thought this over and I trust that you will take care of me but at the same time make it hard for me.
Your worthless pisswhore
I couldn't really believe it so I had to read the letter at least twice before i finally understood what it really meant.
From now on the slut never knew if she had money to pay for anything. I saw to it that her bills where payed but she would most of the time have to work for her money. It could mean 1c for one slap with a wooden spoon on her cunt. Or 10c for every minute in an stressful and painful position. Sometimes she was sold to other dominants who ordered her around on cam on how to degrade and hurt herself. I even made a real whore of her but more about that later.
If you want to be the slut in this story or you feel the need to contact me for any reason you will find me on.
Yahoo: sadistic_gentleman
Email and MSN: jkgo27@hotmail.com
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