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Journey Chapter 2
I didn’t get much sleep that night. Knowing that my place was on the floor kept me tossing and turning. And with every move I made, I was easily reminded that I was both naked and now going to start living as a slave girl. I heard the voices in my head all night. They laughed with every sexual feeling I would get. I felt like I was being watched and rated on my submissiveness.
The sun was barely starting to peak when I decided to get up and out of bed. My pussy was soaking wet and had a pungent stench that made me feel excited and grossed out at the same time. I decided to rub myself a little. I knew I wasn’t allowed to cum, but I wanted to touch down there to experience the feeling.
What the FUCK are you doing?
I quickly removed my hand.
Your instructions were to not touch yourself unless I told you to. Are you too stupid to understand that?
I lowered my head in shame. “Sorry, Master.”
Ha ha ha ha, I’m your Master now? You aren’t ready for me yet little girl. Now grab your belt and lie on the floor and pull your legs over your head. You will get 20 lashes at full force for your failure to follow simple instructions.
I started walking to my closet where I had my belts…
MY GOD GIRL!!! When did I say it was ok to walk in this room? You just earned 30 lashes for THAT failure. How much is that total, whore?
“That would be a total of 50 lashes, Sir.” I said as I dropped to my hands and knees and made my way to the closet. When I got to the belts, I noticed there were 3 to choose from.
Pick that thick black leather belt with the metal holes.
I took the belt off the rack and made my way to the foot of my bed. I pulled my legs over my head so that my calves were by my ears.
Now start whipping. After each whack, you will count it and thank me for your correction. Now Go!
I pulled the belt back and as hard as I could I smacked it on my ass. It felt good.
“One, thank you, Sir, for correcting me.”
The first 25 hits I pretty much enjoyed. I felt the stinging pain which immediately turned into pleasure. I felt and saw my pussy getting more and more wet with every strike. I started cramping with sexual delight.
From that point on, the pleasure became less and less as pain was the more overwhelming feeling. At 35, I felt my first tear roll down the side of my face. At 40, I was grunting. At 43, I had hit myself so hard that it took me a second to gather myself to thank Sir and count it.
You hesitate like that again, bitch, and you will start over.
The last seven were torture as I screamed in pain with every blow. I almost didn’t finish. By 50, I was crying.
I can’t believe you actually did that to yourself.
“You…. Made… me… do it.” I panted and sobbed.
I am just a voice in your brain. You make the ultimate decision. I cannot harm you even if I wanted to. I am nothing but a figment of your imagination. You can make me disappear if you wanted to. But something tells me you won’t. You can’t. You know how I make you feel and you love every second of it. There is nothing to hide from me. To me, you are naked all the time, even when you think you are clothed, you are naked to me.
That comment made me think. He was right. I could easily make it go away if I wanted to, but I continue to choose to keep him because he makes me feel good in every way. Mentally, sexually, and physically. The thoughts of being naked to this person in my head scared me; but at the same time, it made me feel horny.
When I gathered myself, I was allowed to rub my butt to feel the deep welts I had given myself. Lucky for me, I have tough skin and the beating did not make me bleed at all.
Put on your white robe and nothing else and go into your mothers room. There you will take a shower, shave your entire body, and make yourself up like a girl. I know you are not used to being like a girl. If you want to be a true slut slave, you will have to get the sexual attention of both men and women of all ages. You will not succeed at the rate you have been going.
I put on my long silk robe and tied the belt around my waist.
Such a beautiful feminine figure you have for a thirteen year old. We will work on a more hourglass look later on.
I peaked around the corner just outside of my room. Nobody was home except Jared who was passed out on the couch. I crept by him and across the kitchen, down the hall and into my mom’s room. I always loved this room. It was huge with a king sized bed. Mirrors were on every wall. She had a beautiful armoire and a matching dresser. In the far corner there were large windows and a nice vanity that every successful woman could hope for. I made my way into the master bathroom and located her razors and shaving cream.
Armpits, arms, hands, pussy, legs and toes will all be completely free of hair like a true slut. Sluts always look and feel clean.
Shaving my body made me feel really excited. I was excited about my new life. I was going to have a totally new look for myself. I was becoming girly, more attention from boys and more desirable to men. Shaving my pussy was the hardest thing to shave. It was sticky with my own pleasure and I had to keep wiping myself. It was relentless with its desire to drip, I didn’t know I even had that many body fluids.
It took more than an hour for me to finish. I couldn’t believe how much hair I actually had on my body. I cleaned up the bathroom in disgust.
Now run a hot shower. Grab your mother’s scrunchie, her scented soap, her shampoo, and her scrubber.
I did as told and ran a hot shower. The feeling of the water running down my body was very sensual. I felt clean for the first time in my life. Femininity was overflowing from my soul. I felt even more attractive. I had never felt confident in my looks before this point. I guess I just needed the voices to help me become a more confident female. I washed myself with the scrubber and the scented soap. The feminine smell of the soap traveled through my nostrils and to the pit of my belly. All I could think about was how this smell would affect people around me. I paid close attention to my sopping wet and sticky sex. So baby soft and smooth. The simple brush against it sent a shock of desire throughout my entire body.
I was so used to using the cheap shampoo my brothers used and the ivory soap that I never knew the scent of being a real girl. It was overwhelmingly pleasant.
I got out of the shower, dried myself and made my way into my mom’s room.
Go to her closet and let’s have a see at what mom has that might fit you.
I went to mom’s closet. It was huge. My mom wasn’t much bigger than I was. Her breasts were even smaller and she was no more than three inches taller than I was. I didn’t have a doubt she had some clothes that would fit me.
I found a drawer in the back left corner of the closet. It was hidden in a way. I opened it and found several toys. My first reaction was shock. Then I looked again. There were about 3 different dildo’s, all different sizes. Some rope, handcuffs, nipple clamps (I didn’t know what these were for at the time), and a long crop. Was my mom into this sort of stuff? I supposed she was or she wouldn’t have it here hidden. I was amazed. Maybe this stuff ran in the family. Anyway, I pulled out the smallest dildo. It was lifelike. It looked like a penis and it even had veins in it. It was about 6” long and pretty thick.
I took it and also took the rope, clamps, and the crop. Underneath the drawer was a cabinet. I opened it and found several pieces of clothing mom wouldn’t be caught dead in. I found a black mini skirt with a small slit on both sides. I also found a tight belly shirt with “Hottie” written in glitter across the chest. I also found several pieces of lingerie and sleep wear.
Knowing that mom and dad would be gone at least a week, I cleaned out the entire thing.
I want you to wear the black mini and belly shirt. Look to your left. See those heeled sandals? You will also wear those.
I put those clothes aside and laid them out on the bed.
Now go sit yourself at the vanity. Time to do your hair and face like the whore you are inside.
I curled my hair using mom’s small curling iron and hairspray. I had seen mom do it several times. It took a really long time to get the look the voices wanted me to have. I used a pink scrunchy to tie my hair back in a ponytail. The curls hanging down my back looked pretty good. I was then told to pull a little hair to hang from both sides of my face and curl them. Now I was really looking girly. I loved it with everything I had.
The voices then directed me to put some makeup on my face. Again I had seen mom do several times and had a basic idea how to put makeup on.
Pink, pink, pink. I want everything pink. That is the ultimate feminine color and it makes you look sexy as all hell.
I put on some pink eye shadow as I made sure I didn’t overdo it. I brushed on some darker pink blush. Then I found some bright pink lipstick. I made sure to put on some light mascara and eyeliner. I then realized just how different and beautiful I looked as I sat there naked in front of the mirror all made up and pretty. The makeup brought out my hazel eyes. The hair made my face stand out and my long thin neck. The hairless body before me was glimmering in the morning sun.
I was then told to rub myself with some apricot lotion all over my entire body.
Your body smell is the most important part of being a slut. You must be enticing to every sense. You shaved your body so you would be soft to the touch. You did your hair and makeup so that you would be pleasant to the eye. You will wear perfume and body lotions all over your body so that you will smell nice. You wear lipstick so that you will taste good when you are kissed. When you speak you will speak in the softest possible voice so that you sound submissive, nice, and sexy all at the same time. You are turning out to be an awesome whore and slut.
I sprayed on some of my mom’s expensive perfume and overdid it a little.
That’s good because it will take longer to wear off slut.
I was ordered to put on the clothes I picked out. I wanted to look for a bra and panties when I suddenly caught myself.
Did I pick out a bra and panties for you to wear whore?
“No, Sir, you didn’t.” I said.
Then you will not wear panties or a bra. You really are stupid. It’s a good thing I showed up or you would be retarded within a month. Now dress in what I picked out. NOW or get punished.
It didn’t take long to put on the mini skirt and tee shirt. The skirt went about halfway between my hips and knees. Not too short not too long. The slits up the sides went up about another inch exposing a little more skin. Being shaven and naked underneath was turning me on, big time. I could feel the air brushing against my sex as I walked around checking myself out in the mirror. I was actually pretty hott.
Get your credit card that mom and dad left for you along with your cash and call a taxi to come and get you to take you to the mall. You will use your moms small purse to carry your cards and cash along with a pair of panties in it.
I did as told. Jared was still crashed out on the sofa snoring loud. He would be out for several hours still. I left him a note. “I went to the mall for school shopping. I’ll be back later.”
The taxi arrived at 10:30am. I felt some extremely busy butterflies dancing around in my belly. I almost stopped myself from actually going through with it when the voices cut in.
Your choices are either to go or get 50 hard lashes for chickening out.
I was shaking the entire way to the taxi. I sat inside like I normally do and immediately felt a cold breeze between my now soft smooth thighs. Noticing that I was exposing myself to this strange man I quickly crossed my legs.
That’s a good girl, very ladylike. But uncross your legs but keep those knees together instead.
I immediately followed the instructions.
“Where to little lady?” The cab driver said in a friendly voice.
“Baywood mall please?”
“You got it.” And with that said he made his way toward the mall.
“So, you going school shopping today, hunny?”
Speak in a soft, friendly, and sexy voice, slut or you will get 10 lashes for every failed word.
“Yes, sir, I sure am.” My voice shook a little at the end as I heard myself.
“The mall is very busy these days. What grade are you in little girl?” He looked in his rearview mirror and smiled.
“Ninth grade.”
“Aw, first year in high school. I remember those days.” The rest of the trip consisted of small talk and I never received a sign that he wanted me in any sexual way.
You must not have acted sexy enough, bitch. That will be 5 lashes for every time you get no sexual reaction from men.
I arrived at the mall and paid the fare. “Thank you, Sir.” I tipped him ten dollars.
“Thank you missy, just call and ask for Jimmy and I will be happy to come and pick you up darlin’” He said with a deviant smile. I saw his eyes roll down toward the “hottie” that was written across my breasts and then lower to my exposed flat belly.
Ok, there’s a reaction. What a good whore you are turning out to be.
“I sure will, sir, have a nice day.”
“You too.”
I made it inside and I couldn’t believe the eyes that followed me around. I mean both men and boys of all ages were following me with their eyes. Some even followed me around. I wasn’t used to all the attention and I felt my head getting hot in embarrassment.
Your clothes will be very specific. You will pick only one pair of tight jeans. You will pick out at least 10 mini skirts of all different kinds. All your tops will be halter, strapless, or spaghetti. You will buy several different colors of tights and pantyhose. You will wear high heels and only high heels, no exceptions. For your underwear, you will choose several colors of thongs. You will pick one bra and it must be white and lacy.
I made it to all the stores and picked out everything the voices chose for me. By the time I was finished I was getting used to the looks that people were giving me. Nobody recognized me from school at all. I was hungry by the time I was done. I made my way to the food court and I ordered myself a hotdog and fries along with a small coke.
Take your food and go to the ladies room.
I did.
Take out the panties from your purse. Put the hotdog inside that soaking pussy of yours.
I did and felt like I was ready to cum by the single push inside.
The bun will be put on your pussy lips and the fries will be put in your ass crack. Put the straw to your soda between your pussy lips. You will then put the panties on to keep everything in place and call for Jimmy to pick you up. You will eat this food at home.
Every step I made got me closer to orgasm. I was going cross-eyed and my knees were shaking in pure ecstasy. I carried my bags to the front and Jimmy showed up in no time.
“Well hey there sweetheart.” Jimmy said happily.
“Hello, sir.” I said happily and softly.
He helped me load my bags into the car and opened the door for me. I heard a squish when I sat down as my sex was soaking into the hot dog bun. I made sure I didn’t cross my legs as Sir didn’t like it.
“Did you find everything you wanted?” Jimmy smiled.
“Yes, Sir, I sure did.”
It was mostly more small the rest of the way as I acted interested in what he had to say. If I wanted to become a real whore, I would have to learn to act like the people around me are so much more interesting than I was.
I got home and my brother was up and about. He had to look at me twice to recognize me.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” He practically screamed.
“Clothes.” I said simply and smiled as I passed by.
Be nice!
“You can’t go around town looking like a little whore. What the hell is the matter with you?” He looked more concerned than angry.
“I think its about time I became more feminine and ladylike. If you don’t like it, take it up with mom and dad.”
With that said, I went to my room and locked the door behind me. I quickly dropped to my knees and stripped. The hot dog bun was soggy with my pussy liquid. The fries were wilted and still warm. I took out the straw and smelt my dirty sex all over it. I then reached in and pulled out the now filthy hot dog from my pulsating pussy.
Put the food on the tile in your closet floor and mash the food together with your feet.
I did as told. I mashed the food together as best I could until the bread and fries looked almost the same and the hotdog was in bite-sized pieces.
Now take a huge chug of your soda.
Tears ran down my face from the burning acid down my throat.
Good girl. Now I want you to pee a little bit into the cup.
This took me some time to do. It was a disgusting act. Would I actually have to drink some of my own piss? This is going too far.
Do it or I will leave. This is a very important part of your training, slut. If you can’t handle the taste of your own piss, you will never be able to suck a dick without gagging on the piss.
Not knowing any better I did it. I actually managed to get some pee into the soda. I closed the soda and pushed in the filthy straw. I got down on my hands and knees and ate my sex soaked lunch. I gagged a little bit here and there when I would smell my juices. But in the end, I was able to keep it all down.
I was proud of myself. I was on my way to becoming who I dream to become. A real sex slave. Tomorrow I am going to look online for someone who might be able to help me.
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