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Chapter 3
What A Day
I woke up with a headache. It was dark in my closet and the small confinement reeked of sex and pee. Hard to believe that such a rancid stench could come from such a beautiful girl. Makes you feel a little dirty and ugly, doesn’t it? I agreed.
Now grab your belt. It’s time for your early morning beating. Every morning, you will start your day off with a full body self-beating followed by a tease session. If you are good today, you will be allowed to cum.
I grabbed my belt. Lean against the wall and hug your knees. You will spank each foot hard 20 times. Then you will straighten your legs and spank your shins 20 times. Then you will spank your knees, thighs, hips, stomach, breasts, and neck. You will give yourself 20 on each part and if they are not hard enough, we will start over. After you spank your neck, you will slap yourself 20 times on each cheek. Then you may whip your pussy 20 times. After you are finished with that, you will get on your knees and whip the soles of your feet, calves, back thighs, ass, lower and upper back. Now get started.
My head was pounding but so was my sex. I felt the fluids flow as I began my beating. Each strike created a painful sting that immediately traveled to the pit of my stomach and tingled my vagina causing it to flow uncontrollably. I was starting to tear up by the time I got to my breasts. My nose was running when I started.
Do not wipe your tears or your snot. In the mornings, you are a dirty whore. In private, you are a filthy slut. You will not even wipe your snot off your face. Now strike!
The first five strikes on my left breast was pure pain. My breasts were still developing and they were very sensitive. It was still dark in my closet so I couldn’t see if it was marking my skin, but by the time I was finished whipping my breasts, I was pouting silently and gasping with every strike. It was hard letting the snot run down my face and over my lips. It dripped down between my breasts. My tears were drying down the sides of my face. How was I able to endure this? How was I able to abuse myself in this manner?
It’s the sexual satisfaction you get by pleasing me and lowering yourself that keeps you going little cunt. The voice was right. Every hit made me horny and that pleasure overtook any pain I was feeling. It only made me want more.
As I whipped my mound, I realized just how sensitive I was down there. I wasn’t able to hit myself too hard, but if I did it too soft, I would feel the need to masturbate. Harder, slut. As I struck harder, I felt the pain travel all over my body like a full body vibrator. As the strikes hit me, I could hear the squish of soaked sex splatter on the belt.
Horny cunt likes it too much, the last 5 strikes will be very hard as punishment.
I cocked back and hmmmffed every time. My pussy was sore by the time I was done. I sat there in pain.
Why are you waiting? On your knees and start the back end.
As I moved myself to my knees, I could feel my skin stretching. It felt like I had a mild sunburn. Snot was dripping onto the tile floor in my closet. I continued to spank myself harder on my back body parts as they were not as sensitive.
Slapping my face was harder than I thought it would be. I kept catching myself holding back. Hold back one more time, slut, and I will make you use the belt on that pretty face. Follow through on your slaps. Make it hurt. I did it. I actually gave myself a full body whipping. I knelt back on my heels and wallowed in my own pain for a couple of minutes.
Every morning, you will remind yourself of your submissiveness with a full body beating. Letting you know that your body and mind no longer belong to you. Now, I haven’t gotten a thank you yet. Shall we start over and double the whipping?
“Thank you, Sir, for my morning beating. It is a reminder of my natural submissiveness and servitude. It is a reminder of my loss of control over my own mind and body.”
The voice laughed loudly in my head. Open the closet door, cunt.
The sun was just coming out and the room was a little cold. The voices told me to look at my beaten body in the mirror. I really had done a job on myself. My makeup had run down the sides of my face, snot dried down my upper lip and some on my chin. My entire body had red stripes and my smooth mound was bright pink and glistening in the morning sunlight.
Such a perfect cunt you have. Someday a lucky master will have that cunt for his pleasure. Are you ready for your morning walk? For today’s walk, you will wear a black belly shirt, a tight black mini skirt, and your black 4” heels. You will weave your way up your street, down the next street, and up the next street. Then you will weave your way back home. Today we will practice your slut walk, your whore walk, and your bitch walk.
I took out the clothes and set them on my bed. I started to dress when the voices cut me off.
How could you go outside looking like a dirty tramp? You need to clean yourself up. You need to shower, makeup, perfume, the works. What the fuck were you thinking? Nobody wants a dirty, sloppy whore. You really are fucking stupid.
I slapped myself and made my way to the bathroom when I realized I was still naked. I turned to grab a robe… No, go naked, it’s only across the hall, chances are nobody will see you anyway.
I argued with myself for a little while. I would probably get in trouble if I get caught doing it. But was it worth it for the thrill? What’s the worst that could happen? Chances were that if one of my brothers caught me, they would be embarrassed just as much as I would be. The voices persuaded me to suck in a deep breath and just do it.
I creaked open my door and looked up and down the hall. I could hear bottles being thrown in the kitchen trash. I swung open my door and ran across into the bathroom. I quickly shut the door behind me and felt my whole body turn red. I couldn’t believe I actually did it. There was only one problem. I forgot my stupid towel. The voices laughed hard in my ears. The only thing in the bathroom was a small hand towel. I guess I would have to use that to hide my parts as I went back to my room.
I showered. I made sure that I used all the soaps and shampoos that I had bought the day before. I had to be appetizing to every sense. Still wet and dripping, I used the small towel to hide my sex. I crossed one arm across my breasts and peaked out the door. No noise, no person was around. I swung the door open and immediately felt my stomach turn with anticipation as I stepped out.
Halfway across, Brian jumped out around the corner yelling, “Raaaghhh.” He was trying to scare me and he sure as hell did. I screamed and jumped back dropping my arms and the small towel. I stood there naked in front of my brother. I froze for about a second before darting into my room as Brian stood in the hall with a stunned look on his face. His eyes said it all. He was embarrassed. He was totally freaked out.
It took me some time to recover from the incident. I stood against my locked door. My stomach was turning. I was almost ready to cry. And I was starting to shake. The voices were giggling nonstop in my head.
You did it, honey. Great job! You shouldn’t ever be ashamed of your nudity or your body for that matter. You are a hottie. You are beautiful. You will use this beauty to please men and women who get the pleasure of meeting you. You will provide a service to everybody wanting and needing you. God made you this way. It is his intention to use you for this reason. Ok, now it’s time to get ready for your walk little girl.
I was still having a hard time getting used to the tight clothes. I put on the skirt and felt a tingle on both the inside and outside of my sex. Just the thought of having no panties was turning me on. Knowing that there was a clear view to my pussy just underneath this skirt was making my knees weaken. Knowing that if I lift my legs too high, my butt will be exposed behind me was turning me on just as much. The shirt was so tight, my hard nipples created little divits in the cotton material. I sat at my mirror and made myself up with pink make-up. I curled my hair and put on large loop earrings.
I stood up and checked myself out in the mirror. I was actually turned on by my own image staring back at me. I looked like a porn star stripper slut. Not a single curve of my thin body was hidden. My belly was exposed and most of my legs were shining in the sunlight. Other than what was showing, I wore nothing else. That made me weak in the knees as well.
You like what you see, don’t you bitch? I nodded.
I never realized how constraining heels were until I put them on. My toes were forced to point downward. And my ankles were forced to strain to stay up on them and to keep my balance. I looked at myself again and noticed the difference it made to my legs and butt. My butt became firm from the muscles straining to keep my balance. My legs were more shaped from the muscle strain to stay on my toes. I looked like a tramp and I loved myself. It was the first time in my life I was able to say that I was hot. It felt great and made me feel like I was worth a look.
You have taken a long time already. Time to go for your walk, whore. Let’s go, cunt.
I started making my way to the front door when Brian stopped me.
“Um, Sam, I am so sorry…” He stopped in his tracks and looked me up and down. “What… Why are you dressed like that, Sam?” He looked concerned.
“I like it, Brian, I like to look girly and attractive.” Ask him if you look nice. “Do you think I look good?”
“I’m just not used to seeing you like that. I mean, you are only thirteen. You shouldn’t dress like that. People will think you are a whore or something.” He was sincere. We always got along great and he always understood me.
“I’m not going to tell you how to dress, ok? I’m just saying that if you go out like that, you might give the wrong impression…” Yes, just what you really want, right? “I just don’t want you to get a reputation.” He sat down on the couch and took a deep breath.
“Please tell me you are still a virgin.”
I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Yes, Brian, I am still a virgin. I don’t plan on having sex for a while.” But you intend to make men and women want you to have sex with them. Ha ha ha.
“Promise me you will be careful?”
“I promise, Brian. I am not worried and you shouldn’t be either.” I felt totally exposed to him. I felt naked standing there dressed like a slut with no underwear.
“Ok, well, where are you going?”
“For a walk, I’ll be back later. Don’t worry, I’ll be ok.”
I knew as I left out the front door that he was really worried about me. It made me feel strange but a little more grown up at the same time. I couldn’t believe he actually didn’t force me to stay inside and lock me in my room. I guess he was getting used the fact that I was growing up too.
The warm sun heated my bare skin like it had never done before. It sent shivers all through my body with every step I took. The warm breeze softly brushing on my pubic mound and the nerve endings on my nipples made me shiver with sexual delight. I made my way to the sidewalk and started walking toward the corner.
For the first block, you will practice your bitch walk. A bitch is a fucking stuck-up, too good to talk to me, girl. You will walk noisily, with power, like you have a vendetta against the sidewalk and to let people know you are arriving. Your knees will rub with every step because a bitch is a hottie who gives it up to nobody. Her cunt is closed to the world. It is too good for any man. A bitch walks with her back straight and her head held high in confidence. She knows she drives men crazy and she likes the attention but gets off on denying them any pleasure. The reason you will be practicing the bitch attitude is because some men get off on the hard to get girl. If you are to provide real pleasure for all men, you must provide them their fantasy and their needs.
Walking like a bitch wasn’t easy. I noticed some of the neighbors staring as I passed by. My breasts bounced with every hard step and the jiggling was completely visible to anybody who laid eyes on them. I stomped as loudly as possible. It felt good walking with power and confidence while at the same time feeling exposed and hiding practically nothing. I didn’t look at anybody staring as I passed right by them.
By the time I made myself around to the next block, my toes were feeling a little pain from the strain and the stomping. I made my way up the next street and felt a trickle of pussy juice drip down my clit and toward my butt hole. With no panties to soak it up, I started to get concerned.
Just leave it. I like it. If it drips down your leg, let it drip and dry there. A dirty slut is always ready for sex by keeping herself wet and ready for sex at all times. You will never be ashamed of your pussy lube. You create that for a sexual reason.
Now it’s time for your slut walk. A slut walks with her chest out and nipples pointed in the direction you are walking. Your hands are constantly playing and adjusting your hair. You will rub your hips occasionally to bring attention to your hips and ass. Your shoulders will be a bit forward to press your breasts closer together to make them more appealing. You will place one foot in front of the other to make your hips sway. This will also make you twist your waist a little and make your breasts shift from side to side in a sexual manner. You will keep your head facing forward and you will make eye contact with everybody that looks at you. You will look over your shoulder at them and smile a deviant sexy smile.
About three houses down, Gilbert, a boy from my school was out in the yard cutting his lawn. He stopped the motor and from my peripherals, I saw him face me as I walked passed. When I was next to him, I turned my head and smiled while blushing at the same time at him.
“Damn, girl, is that you Sam?” He smiled back.
I just blushed and walked on. I was shaking and my nerves sent a chill up my spine. I was being the slut I was born to be.
Walking with one foot in front of the other was a little harder. My balance was sacrificed and my legs were getting tired.
Towards the end of the street, Mr. Johnson was sitting on his front porch with his snobby wife. I looked over my shoulder at him and almost shied away from smiling but I managed a fake seducing smile. Mrs. Johnson wasn’t too happy about it.
“She used to be such a good girl. Now look at her. Just like all the other teenagers.” That was all I heard. But she did go off about my slutty look.
I turned the corner and felt a trickle of sex juice dripping down my inner thigh. I noticed my mound was soaked.
A car passed by slowly as I turned the corner and a college prep boy stuck his head out the window with a loud smile.
“How much, whore!” The whole care laughed as they sped off.
The reputation starts. Very nice.
Now, you will practice your whore walk. A whore is a used cunt. She walks with her legs a little more spread out. Her hands are constantly rubbing her body. She sticks her tits out to entice men. She exaggerates the sway in her walk. She makes little noise with her heels as she is constantly wearing them. She says hello to everybody that looks at her and gives a seducing smile at the same time. A whore never blushes and enjoys the attention men and women give her.
This street was dead and I thanked God that I didn’t have to say hi to anybody. Rubbing my body made my juices overlap itself with excitement. My pussy was pulsating with desire and need of pleasure. The liquid was now dripping down almost to my knees. A new trickle had started on the other leg as well. My feet were starting to hurt from the heels.
At the end of the street, I turned around and the voices made me show my slut walk back to the end I started at. The next street, I displayed my bitch walk as Mrs. Johnson just gasped and stormed inside. Mr. Johnson just sat and scaled me up and down.
“STOP STARING YOU DAMN PEDOPHILE!” she screamed at him loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.
He walked inside after giving me one last look.
Gilbert was waiting for me on his new cut lawn.
A bitch shows no interest in any person sexually. You will act fake friendly. A fake smile and you will put your nose up in the air and walk on.
“Hey, Sam. When did you change your look. I like it.” He scaled me up and down. I had never been looked at like that before. It was very pleasing and made me feel attractive and pleasing to the eyes.
“Yesterday,” I gave him my fakest smile as I continued to walk loudly on my cramping legs and painful feet.
“Can I call you sometime? Maybe we can do something sometime.” He was drooling all over himself. I just smiled fake and shrugged my shoulders.
“You know where I live, Gil. Maybe.” I walked to the end of the street with his eyes fixated on my bitch walk.
Finally up my street, I displayed my whore walk. Nobody said anything, but I got looks from several neighbors. I tried my hardest to say hi, but I couldn’t bring myself to actually do it.
I went back to my room, and locked the door behind me. I stripped and dropped to my knees.
Ok, you did alright. Every day, you will make that walk until you have the walks perfected. I didn’t like the fact that you didn’t say hi to anybody on your own street at the end. But I will let it go this time because you are still learning. Now, I know you are hungry and thirsty. Put on your robe and get yourself some food. The rest of the day, you will find people online looking for a young slut slave. You will be allowed to masturbate later. If you will be allowed to cum, I guess you will see.
Next chapter will give details of my next steps into my slavery. This chapter will not take as long to post.
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