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My knees were weak. My mind was in a dark shadow. I was very sleepy. I was happier than I ever had been in my whole life. My pussy felt like it was covered in a cool blanket of soft roses. I felt good all over. And best of all, Alan looked the same way. I couldn’t stop smiling.
After a few minutes of recovery, we went back into the kitchen and ate our Wendy’s. Even the food tasted better after sex. I was in a total daze and the world seemed to be so far away. I was lost in my own little rainbow world. Some people call it cloud nine.
“That was a lot of fun, huh?” Alan broke the calm silence. He was glowing and happy.
“That was the best, ever!” I looked at him and blushed. It was the total truth. I had no idea how awesome sex was.
“You are one amazing chick. You know that?” Alan’s glow made me feel special because I was the one who put it there.
I simply smiled and blushed. All the night’s activities were running through my head. I had given up my entire body to his control. In fact, I should have asked permission to eat with him at the table.
It’s not even your mouth to eat with, cunt. What gives your ass the right to sit in a chair like you’re an equal? You really have a lot to learn, slut. You need to learn to be submissive even after you get the reward of orgasm. You will pay for this disrespectful behavior.
The voice was right. I had received my orgasm and it caused me to go soft core. I felt somewhat ashamed of myself for failing to remain submissive. At least I was still naked in front of him while he had all his clothes on. I guess that was submissive in a sense. These thoughts slowly brought me back to sexual thoughts of slavery. My pussy was sore and throbbing with pleasure. My body felt like it had just received a massage. I felt really good.
“Well, I don’t want to get in trouble. So I better head home.” Alan said as he started cleaning up his mess.
Don’t you EVER let your Master clean. It’s your duty to let him be lazy.
“Please, don’t clean up. I’ll do it.” I stood up and grabbed the bag our food had come in. I quickly picked up his mess and tossed it into the bag. I wanted to sit back down and finish my food.
It’s completely disrespectful to eat when your Master is not. When he finishes eating, it’s your job to stop what you’re doing and serve him. If you didn’t get enough, that’s too bad. Where are your priorities, slut? Selfish whore!
I tossed my own food into the bag when Alan grabbed me around my waist and held my body tightly against his. I went limp in his arms as I looked at him in the eyes. He leaned in and gave me a soft, long, passionate kiss. I melted in his arms as his hands rubbed my back and behind. He gave my butt a final squeeze.
“Well, I should head out.”
“See you in the morning?” It was all I could really say.
“Of course, babe.” He smiled down on me.
I walked him to the front door and opened it for him.
“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot to tell you. Next week, my parents are taking us on a cruise. I just wanted you to know.”
“I’m gonna miss you… A lot.” I smiled.
“Yeah, me too; Well, see you tomorrow, bitch.” He laughed as he walked away.
The name calling made me get that horny feeling back. It was light, but it was there. I shut the door and tossed our food in the trash.
Horny again? That’s exactly why you are such a good slut. A slut is a girl who can never seem to get enough sex. Look at you. You just got fucked no more than twenty minutes ago and you’re already thinking about it. You’re on your way, cunt. You’re on your way.
It was true. I was getting horny again even though my pussy was sore. And it seemed like I should have had enough, but it wasn’t I guess. Was it wrong for a girl my age to want sex so much? It didn’t sound right.
Girls your age want sex. Trust me. But they fight their urges. You don’t and that’s what the difference is. You weren’t scared to try it and just give it away.
I cleaned up any evidence that someone had been over. I locked the front door and went back into my messy room. I didn’t clean it up right away. I turned on the computer to learn more about being a submissive. I had forgotten about my online Master. Thank goodness he wasn’t on. I did get an email from him though. It read:
Dear whore,
I will not be meeting you tonight. I have a date. But I thought I would at least give you the courtesy to tell you that I wouldn’t show up tonight which is more than you did. I hope you’ve been following your orders like I told you to. You would only be making it harder on yourself.
Tonight I want you to play with that pussy until you almost cum. Wait ten minutes and do it again. You will do this for at least two hours. I want you to put on that really thick collar. Then I want you to put on that chastity belt with the dildo and butt plug. Put the dildo gag in your mouth. Then I want you to put on your nipple clamps and clit clamps. As soon as you finish that I want you to lie down and try to fall asleep like that. Remember you will be filled in all holes tonight. Endure it as long as you can.
Think about the fact that I’m over here fucking some other woman while you are chastised and made to wait to earn the right to cum. As soon as you feel like you can’t take it anymore, take everything off. Spank your pussy with the cat-o-nine tails twenty times. Spank your ass and breasts the same amount. Then play with your pussy every ten minutes without cumming until it’s time to go to sleep. You will sleep under the bed tonight. Think about how you would be under the bed while your Master fucks other women every night right above you. Think about how, as a sex slave, you don’t have the right to fuck anybody because you are a lowly person.
Sleep well and meet me here tomorrow at 11am. I need to ask you a few questions. And I want you in your collar, belt and clamps like you were when we meet. Do not clean your toys before you meet me.
Always,
Sir.
I didn’t know what else to do. It was already 9pm.
What do you have somewhere to go, slut? You will follow his fuckin’ orders and you will be happy to do it!
I lied myself on the floor. I felt dirtier than my floor was. I had dry sweat on my body, my pussy was wet and sore, my hair was all over the place. I felt like trash thrown on the floor.
That’s because you ARE trash and you belong on the floor, whore.
I reached down and started playing with my sore pussy. It was the first time I had touched it since I had sex. It felt like it had been given one hell of a workout. It was sore all around the mound and my insides felt tired and were also in a bit of pain. But somehow I was still lubed and wet. I continued to rub my clit softly. The feelings took a long while to come back to me. It was a little sensitive, but it wasn’t too bad. The soreness and pain lifted as I eventually got myself closer to orgasm. It felt as if my pussy went numb to all pain and all I could feel was the tingling tickle of pleasure fill my womb. I kept rubbing until I felt I was close to orgasm. This time, I didn’t need the voice to tell me to stop. I did it on my own.
I started to play with myself every ten minutes. Every time I did it, I got closer and closer to orgasm and it took less time to get me there. Finally, the two hours were up. My pussy was throbbing with delight but the soreness remained and returned after a short while.I was getting really sleepy. It had been a long day.
I got up and grabbed my chastity belt that had the small dildo and the butt plug attached to it. I had a difficult time figuring out how it went. I figured the larger dildo went in front and the smaller plug in the back. I figured I needed to plug myself first before strapping it in. It only made sense.
So I used my pussy lube to get the plugs nice and wet before inserting them into my sexual holes. It hurt a little putting the plug in my pussy, but it also felt nice at the same time. The butt plug burned a little but it also felt nice. I pulled the straps up tight so that the plugs would go in as deep as possible and buckled it around my waist tightly. Once again, the feeling of being plugged in both holes gave me this feeling of bliss.
It’s the slut inside of you. A slut feels complete when her holes are filled. Look at you all plugged up like a true whore.
Every move I made reminded me of those plugs. I loved this belt more than anything I had tried before. I then grabbed my posture collar and wrapped it around my neck. It was much more binding than I had thought. It stretched my neck to the point that I couldn’t look up or down and turning my head side to side was also difficult. I had to bend my whole body if I wanted to look down which also made me feel those plugs more than usual.
I then grabbed my clamps and slowly attached them to my nipples. With a little whimper I managed to get them on tightly and securely. I was starting to get used to the pain they caused me. Don’t get me wrong, they still hurt. I was just getting used to the pain. In fact I kind of liked it. I reached down and found that putting clamps on my pussy lips was going to be really hard. I first had to adjust the strap of my belt. I then had to manage to pull out each of my pussy lips to the side of the chastity strap between my legs before finally getting the clamps on. It took a little longer to put those on because it really hurt quite a bit. At first it felt like I was getting stung by a bee and the pain travelled inside almost like my pussy was bruised and sore. Finally, I had them so that I was able to endure the pain, slightly.
Now I had the feelings of my clamp chains and the plugs with every move I made. It was a perfect mixture of pain and bliss with every step I took. I reached down and picked up my dildo gag. I originally thought that the dildo part of the gag would be much bigger like a real dick. But it wasn’t. it had the head of a penis on the end of it, but it was no longer than 3 inches. Oh well, I inserted the dildo gag and strapped it to the back of my head. It was then that I realized that 3 inches was just long enough to keep me silent and muffled. Not only that, it also gave me the feeling of having a dick in my mouth against my will and kept there.
I now had all my holes plugged. I was constantly being pinched on my pussy lips and nipples. And I was practically immobile with that damn collar on. I felt pain with every move I made as it became a struggle to walk correctly. The chains between my legs caused me to walk bull-legged and the plugs caused me to hunch over a bit. However the collar was binding enough to keep my back straight and eyes looking forward. I just had to see how dumb I looked.
I walked over to the mirror and stared at myself in my mess. I think it was the first time I was able to say that I was in private and felt like a total idiot. I was a horny mess of a girl.
Look at you. You look like a complete and total slut, plugged in every single hole like you should always be. You can never get enough sex and even if you did, you would still fuck anyone if they wanted to. Time for bed, you dumb cunt. You know that no other girl would put herself through this shit for a simple thrill. Most girls would just fuck a guy and be satisfied with that. You on the other hand, fuck and still need this kind of shit to get off. You look pathetic like that. You want to cum but you can’t because you are chastised. You want to have sex, but you can’t. You are forced to receive this pain and stay plugged and stretch those holes of yours instead so that you can become a good sex slave. Now obey your Master and go to sleep under the bed like a good girl.
I turned out my light and made my way to the side of my bed. It was a little difficult getting down on the floor in my restricted binds. I had to kneel down first, then I leaned to the side and lied on my back. I then scooted myself under my bed to the center. The bedspread drooped down to give me the feeling of being totally enclosed in darkness. I couldn’t bend my knees much underneath the bed and I couldn’t turn on my side completely to get comfortable. So I simply lied there and thought about how I would feel being like this while my Master was on top of the bed having sex with another female. Those thoughts made me feel like a piece of shit. I felt like I didn’t deserve anybody’s attention. I felt lower than a simple female human being. Almost worthless. It was then that I had, yet, another fantasy.
I pictured myself in the same predicament I was in. My collar, chastity, chains, and dildo gag inserted in all my holes. My hands were cuffed behind my back and I was kneeling beside my bed. Master had gone out on a date and ordered me to kneel like that and not move until he got home. After hours of waiting, he finally gets home and he wasn’t alone. I could hear a female voice with him.
He walked into my room. The girl is wrapped in his arms in a comforting way and her lips were welded against his. As soon as he saw me, he released her.
She looked at me with surprise. “What the fuck is that?” She was drunk as she said it with a giggle.
“Oh, never mind her. She’s just my slave. We’ll use her in a bit.” He said almost discarding me as a useless tool or machine.
The girl looked at me almost disgusted and shrugged her shoulders like she didn’t care.
“Look at us, cunt. Look how much more I love this girl than I do you.” Master announced just before planting his lips on hers to give her a long wet kiss. I simply knelt in silence and longed for his sexual attention.
The girl didn’t seem to care. The two of them stripped right in front of me and tossed their clothes on the floor and continued to kiss. Master reached down and felt her pussy. How I longed for his touch. How I wanted him so bad.
“Hmm, she’s not wet enough, and I don’t like going down on a stinky pussy… Hey, cunt! Get your ass over here.” He said with a drunken smile.
I crawl to him on my hands and knees, pain and stiffness with every movement. He took off my dildo gag and tossed it aside.
“Get her nice and wet with that mouth of yours, whore.” He said as he grabbed me by my hair and shoved my face into her hairy, smelly, pussy. “Lick it, fuckface. Fuck her pussy with your face, whore.”
I did as I was told hoping I would get some sexual satisfaction out of it. I licked her pussy and smelt her nastiness until she started moaning with pleasure. Her cunt juice was spreading all over my face. Master rubbed my face hard all around her wet pussy before he pulled my hair back forcing me to look at him.
“Now get me hard and ready for her. Open up, bitch.”
Not a half second after opening my mouth, he rammed his shaft into my mouth. I instinctively started to suck and lick it until he got hard. He pulled my hair to get his dick out.
“Don’t you dare let her get dry, cunt. Rub her pussy with your hand and keep her wet while I fuck this nasty face you have.” I reached over and rubbed the girls pussy causing her to moan while I got my throat fucked hard. Over and over again, he pumped my throat until it felt like I had a cold.
He yanked my hair to pull me off of him and tossed me to the floor while he climbed up on the bed and mounted the girl. He looked back at me and gave me a thumbs up.
“Cunt, put that gag back on. I don’t want to hear you whining. Holy, fuck, this is the best pussy I’ve ever felt. So warm. You are so fuckin’ hot.” He said, looking at her while he pounded her pussy which I craved so bad.
I was forced to kneel there and watch him fucking another woman and praise her for being better than I was. I was completely degraded and humiliated. After a few minutes, she screamed and her legs tightened around Master’s waist. The noises she made were sincere to the point where I was able to feel a part of her orgasm. Shortly after, Master moans himself. He pulled out and jerked himself right on top of the girls hairy pussy.
He lied next to her limp. “You have GOT to be the hottest chick I’ve ever done it with. You have to be the best sex I’ve ever had too.” The comment was meant to make me feel worthless and low. The girl sat up a bit and looked at me.
“What about her? Don’t you ever fuck her?”
“Who?” He looked at me like he didn’t even know I was there, watching. “Oh, her. She’s just a piece of meat. Not a real girl like you. He leaned over and kissed her. He then sat up and glared at me.
“Make yourself useful and clean my cum off her pussy, then clean my dick.”
I crawled to the bed and he removed my gag so I would be able to lick his cum off her dirty, stinky pussy. I managed to lick it all up leaving only beads of saliva on her hair.
“Wipe her pussy dry with your hair, cunt.” I did as I was told and used my long, shiny hair to wipe her pussy of her thick, smelly liquid.
“Now clean my dick.” I crawled to Master and wrapped my lips around his long shaft. “Taste what pleasure feels like, cunt. Taste the pleasure you will never receive from me.”
“So you never fuck her?” She asked curiously.
“Not in her pussy. She’s still a virgin. Probably will be the rest of her life. No one wants to fuck a worthless bitch.” The words stung like a knife.
By then I had finished cleaning his penis and knelt for further instructions.
Master yawned. “I’m tired. Ready for bed?” He asked the girl.
She nodded and crawled under his covers. He did the same.
“Turn off the lights, cunt, and sleep under the bed. We might need you again tomorrow morning.” Master then cuffed my hands behind my back and kicked me hard on my butt to get me going. I stayed on my knees as I made my way to turn off the light. I had to use my mouth to turn off the switch. I walked on my knees back to the bed and scooted under and fell asleep like that as best I could.
I snapped out of my reverie near panic. Would I actually get to that point? I seriously doubt it. I was getting a little carried away with my own thoughts. How far would my own imagination take me? Being a slave like that would be absolutely impossible. Even today, as a real sex slave, I couldn’t imagine being put in that kind of position permanently. I find it ridiculous to be denied sexual pleasure for that long without losing your mind completely. That’s enough about me, though.
It was absolutely impossible for me to sleep in my discomfort. I lied there until I started to become irritated with my discomfort and confinement. I managed to scoot myself out from under my bed. I turned on my side lamp and started taking the binds off of me. I started with the collar because that was the most irritating. The leather was digging into my skin and was irritating. I felt immediate relief as soon as I took it off. I then took off my clamps which was a whole lot easier than before because I expected the pain it caused to take them off. I kept the chastity belt on because I loved how that felt while I cleaned up my toys and put them away in the back of my closet. I finally took off my chastity and put it in the box. It had somewhat of a foul odor to it.
I grabbed my cat-o-nine tails whip from the box. I had never used it before. My most private parts were extremely sore now. My pussy was raw from having sex and a small dildo inside of it most of the night. My pussy lips were stinging with the pain from the clamps. And I still had to spank it twenty times? I thought about not doing it for some time because I wasn’t sure I would be able to endure more pain down there.
Did he say something about not spanking it if you were hurting too much? I don’t think he did. You are nothing but a little cunt and your discomfort means SHIT to the world. He ordered you to spank that pussy twenty times and you’re gonna do it, fuckface! That’s not even your pussy, remember? You gave it to ‘anybody who wants to use it.”
I gently rubbed my pussy with the leather whips. I closed my eyes real tight and swung the whip hard between my legs. I was surprised how the leather struck me directly on my pussy hole and spread around to the entire mound. It hurt, but it actually felt like a good pain somehow. It was one of those pains that I enjoyed. I continued to strike it harder each time. I hunched over the last few times I did it because I was hurting myself more than I wanted.
Nobody asked what you wanted, shitface. Finish up, you don’t have a lot of sleep left.
I moved up to my breasts and striped my left one with the first strike. It didn’t hurt as much as the crop did as it spread the leather strap over a larger area. It was harder using my left hand to spank my right breast. By the end of it, my pussy was throbbing in pain and my breasts were burning and welted. I had actually shed a tear from beating myself. I put the whip away and crawled back under the bed. I put my alarm clock next to me on the floor and set it to go off at 10:30am. It was already 4:30am and I wasn’t about to get much sleep this night.
It doesn’t matter. You will do whatever it takes to make your Masters happy. Even if it means you lose days of sleep.
I didn’t even sleep very deep that night. The pain kept throbbing in my pussy with every move I made and my breasts felt like the skin was shrinking and stretching. The floor under my bed was uncomfortable and I couldn’t find a good position to get myself into. But I did manage to sleep some that night. I woke up at 5:15, 6:30, 7:23, 8:49, and finally the alarm went off at 10:30.
I scooted out from under my bed and fixed my hair as best I could. I tied it back in a ponytail. I got my toys back out so I could ready myself for Master. This was probably the most challenging thing I had done so far. My pussy and nipples felt bruised and very sore. In fact my whole breasts were very sensitive.
“I can’t do it. It hurts too much.” I told myself.
Get moving, whore! You will endure the pain for HIS pleasure. You’ve already disappointed him too many times already. Make it up to him now by sacrificing yourself for him.
“Fuck! Ok, ok, ok. Here it goes.” I took a deep breath and thought again whether I should do it or not. Then I figured if I was going to become the slave girl I wanted to become, I should do this. I was hurting and needed a day of recovery, but I figured I would be proud of myself if I go through with it.
I pulled out my chastity and clamps out of the closet. With a deep sigh, I rubbed my pussy with the plugs and I wasn’t wet at all. I thought I had run out of pussy juice. I decided to use some KY that came for free with my toys to help put them inside of me. I spread the KY evenly over both plugs and they easily slid in. My butt was hurting from the pain the plug caused and my pussy hurt just as much. I pulled the straps hard so they would be buried deep inside of me. I buckled it the chastity tightly around my waist. My holes were hurting, but felt good at the same time with the KY warming them and giving me a slight tingle that was just awesome. I managed to pull my sore pussy lips out on each side of the strap between my legs and slowly attached the clamps. It took a hell of a lot of heavy breathing to get them on. I then managed to clamp my nipples. The pain was constant and getting worse with every move I made. I was starting to like it less and less. The only thing that kept me going was the fact that I was doing this for someone else.
I turned on my computer and my mic and webcam. I opened my messenger and knelt down waiting for Master to come on. It didn’t take more than a minute before he came on the screen. He looked a little hung over and tired. His hair was a mess.
“There’s my little cunthole.” He said happily but in a groggy voice.
I simply smiled as my eyes welled up from the pain I was in.
“Is my little whore feeling some pain today? Poor baby.” He said mockingly.
“Yes, Sir, I’m hurting today.”
“Did she follow all her orders?” He looked at me like he I was a little kid.
“Yes, Sir, I did everything you asked.”
“And how do you feel today, slut?”
“I hurt a lot today, Sir.”
“What hurts you?” He looked like he was confused. Almost like he didn’t understand why I would be in pain.
“My nipples and my pussy are hurting a lot today, Sir.”
“Still calling them nipples and pussy? You have titties and because you are still a little cunt, you have a cookie instead of a pussy.”
“Sorry Sir, my titties and my cookie are hurting a lot today.”
“Better. Now have you had sex since the last time we met?”
“Yes, Sir, I had sex with my boyfriend yesterday.”
“Good. You will fuck him again today if he wants you to. Right now, I want you to do a little sexual workout for me.” He paused and took a bite of a doughnut. “First you are going to stretch a little bit. Stand back by your bed so I can see all of you.” I stood up and faced the computer. “Good, now turn around and spread your legs.” I did as I was ordered. “Now raise your hands high in the air, bring them to your waist and then touch the floor. After your fingers touch the floor, reach back and spread your ass cheeks and say ‘Look at my plugged asshole.’”
I reached up and straightened my arms, I could feel my nipples stretching in the clamps as they dangled. I brought them down to my waist and then bent over at the waist, reached down and touched the floor with the tips of my fingers. I then reached back and grabbed an ass cheek with each of my hands and pulled them apart.
“Look at my plugged asshole.” I held my position until I heard for further instructions.
“Good, now I want you to do a total of ten reps of this. But I want you to make one change. Instead of calling it YOUR asshole, call it MY asshole.”
By now the clamps felt like they were going to flatten my pussy lips and my nipples to paper thin. My holes were starting to burn, but I managed to repeat the exercise nine more times. Every single time, I felt the humiliation of spreading my butt cheeks to expose my plugged hole. Every time I bent over, it pushed the plugs in deeper and it caused the leather straps to dig more into my skin. It was practically torture on my pussy lips. I managed to painfully complete the exercise.
“Good girl, that was perfect. As your reward, you get to remove one clamp. Just one clamp, though.”
I decided to remove my left pussy clamp because that was the most irritating. I squealed and cried as I removed it.
“Awww, poor little slut is in a lot of pain today, isn’t she.”
I nodded and pouted.
“That’s what you get for ditching me so many times and being late the other times. We aren’t done yet, cunt. Now I want you to put your hands out straight at your sides.” I posed with my arms stretched out at my sides. “Like that. Now keep your legs spread wide and start swinging your body from side to side so that your hands point at me every time. Your legs stay planted.”
I started swinging my upper body feeling the sway of the nipple clamps with every turn.
“After you swing to each side, stop and look at me and say, ‘Look at your titties.’”
As I swung from side to side, I now had to stop and look at him and say, “Look at your titties.” My nipples were hurting pretty bad, but I just grinded my teeth and went through with the humiliation. I had to keep it going until he told me to stop.
“Good girl. You may now remove one nipple clamp.” I quickly reached down and removed my right nipple clamp. I wanted to rub it so bad. The pain was pretty severe. Tears started rolling down my cheeks as I endured yet, even more pain. Why was I getting turned on by my own crying and pain? Why was I acting like such a sick person? Only a crazy person would enjoy this type of self-mutilation.
“Alright, cunt, now let’s do a little cardio. I know your pussy and your nipple hurt. You don’t have to bitch about it. Just a few more exercises and you’re done.” He sat back and smiled as he reached down and touched himself.
“Now, get on your tippy-toes, keep those legs spread.” I got into position. “Put your hands like you’re praying above your head. I want you to do 10 jumping jacks. Count each one and when you finish, I want you in this exact pose… Go!”
I started jumping and swinging my arms. The dangling chains were tugging with every jump I made. The leather from the chastity was starting to scratch my crotch. My holes begged to be emptied. My left nipple and pussy lip were hurting so bad I started crying harder after each jump.
Breathing heavy, I stopped after counting ten jumping jacks and I posed once again with my legs spread and my arms clasped above my head. My nipple felt like it was bleeding and ready to rip right off my breast.
“You may remove another clamp, whore.” He was constantly smiling at my torture and my crying as I removed my other nipple clamp with a loud yelp. “You know you love it. Why are you crying so much, cunt?”
“I’m hurting really really bad, Sir.”
“Where?” He leaned closer to the camera.
“My nipples and my pussy are hurting bad, Sir.” I didn’t even mention my asshole and pussy.
“What grade are you in, hole?”
“I’ll be in ninth, Sir.”
“Are you good at listening to directions?”
“Yes, Sir, I am.”
“No, you’re not! They are not your nipples or your pussy are they? We’ve gone over this time and time again, yet you keep taking possession like a selfish piece of shit!” The names stung me hard. Maybe I really was just a piece of shit. Maybe I didn’t deserve all that I had. I felt two inches tall.
“I...” sniffle. “I… I’m sorry, Sir.” I felt ashamed.
“Oh, you will be sorry. Do you want to become the perfect sex slave slut for someone someday?”
I kept my head down looking upon my disgraced body and nodded in shame.
“Then you need to stop being a selfish tramp and do what you’re told. Understand?”
I nodded again.
“Good, now take off that fuckin clamp from your pussy.” I winced in pain as I removed it. The urge to rub it was as intense as having a severe itch you couldn’t scratch. I didn’t dare after being scolded like I had just been.
“Go get two of your thickest books. Make them heavy.”
I searched around and found a dictionary and an old history text book from school the year before. I showed them to Sir.
“Perfect. Kneel down with your ass up and back straight and facing me so I can see you.” I did as told and knelt down. I knew what he was going to make me do but I didn’t do it without him telling me to first.
“Put your knees together and cross your feet behind you.” I did. “Good, now I want you to put one book in each hand and stretch them straight out at your sides so they are even with the floor.” I did as I was told and stretched the books out on either side of my body so my arms were straight out.
“Keep that position and don’t move.” Not even a minute later, I could feel the intense burning in my shoulders and my arms were getting weaker by the second. They started to bend uncontrollably.
“I SAID STRAIGHT OUT, CUNT! I DIDN’T TELL YOU TO STOP!!!” I grunted in pain as I stretched them back out. Then almost immediately my arms started to drop slowly.
“You pathetic piece of trash. Put those books down.” With a sigh of relief, I put the books on the floor in front of me. Even my back was hurting as my balance was difficult to keep with my feet crossed.
“Stand up.” I stood. “Spread your legs shoulder width apart and get on your toes.” I did as I was told. “Good girl, now squat so that your ass is parallel to the floor. Put your arms straight out at your sides like when you held the books and hold that position until I tell you to fuckin’ move. Think you can follow those orders?”
I posed as he ordered me to and nodded. Once again, my arms started burning right away and now my legs were starting to shake and my thighs started burning. I think he was able to tell how tired I was by the look on my face because I started to struggle really bad. Sweat started to bead all over my body as the sun beat down into my hot room.
“Ok, now lay down and put your feet straight and together. This will be your last exercise.” I lied on the floor and posed as he told me to. “Now I want you to keep your legs straight. You will lift them about two feet off the ground, at the same time you will keep your hands behind your head and do a half sit-up and hold the sit-up while you spread your legs and close them. Then you will go back down but keep your legs in the air. You will do ten of these and you will do them slowly. Understand the directions?”
I nodded. I lifted my legs and kept them straight and together. I interlocked my fingers behind my head and pulled myself halfway up. I could feel my stomach muscles tense as I held the position and spread my legs wide. I felt a deep burn in my entire belly as I spread my legs and closed them before I lied back down on the floor. Then I repeated. Except on the second try on my way back down, I dropped my feet to touch the ground.
“No, no no. Do that one again. Do it right. You know how.”
I did it again and this time I did it right. By the time I reached five, my legs, butt and stomach were dying. It was impossible for me to keep my legs straight much less keep them in the air. I was hurting so bad. I was grunting heavy with every single repetition after that. Master just sat in his chair and jerked off to the my struggles. I was now practically covered in sweat and all my muscles felt weak and wobbly. I felt like I was about to collapse.
“Ok, shitface. There’s one last thing for you to do. Get me off. Put that huge dildo on the floor and make it point upwards.” I grabbed the dildo and weakly put it on the floor pointing upwards.
“Now, I want you lay flat on your belly. Feet crossed. I want you to do a push up. Keep your entire body straight while you lift yourself. You will then put the dildo on the floor so you can take it in your mouth every time you go down. This will help you grow bigger titties. If you get too tired, you can bend your knees. You will do however many it takes for me to get off on you doing it.” Not another exercise!
I wasn’t used to exercising and, in fact, I really didn’t like it that much. Then why was I putting myself through it. It was almost as if I didn’t have control over my own body. I wondered if I had been hypnotized or something to just obey. I cried the whole time I did push-ups. I lifted myself and placed the dildo right under my face so that it lined up perfectly with my mouth. I lowered myself down and felt just how weak my arms were as I opened my mouth and took the dildo to the back of my throat. I gagged.
“That’s it, cunt, keep going. Take that dick deep I your mouth. Imagine it’s my dick your sucking.”
I lifted myself up off the dildo and then managed to go back down. Once again, I hit the back of my throat and gagged. Some spit dripped out of my mouth and onto the balls and shaft of the dildo. After doing this about five times, My arms got really tired and I rested on my knees. I could hear the splitter-splatter of Master jerking off. I didn’t dare look at him as my eyes were fixated on the dildo in my face. Luckily, just as I felt like I couldn’t do another push-up, I heard him groaning.
“Oooh, yeah, stay down. Put your weight on that dildo so it stretches that tiny throat of yours. Oh, yeah, like that.”
I lowered myself one last time. My arms were shaking badly and felt like they were going to give out. The dildo pressed hard against the back of my throat and cut off my air. I gagged and choked and pulled up a little to catch some air. Then I returned back to choking myself with the dildo. I must be some demented person to be doing this. My brain has to have something wrong with it to put myself through this. I didn’t know why I did it, but it was enjoyable to me somehow. I enjoyed the pain and the discomfort and the self-sacrifice. I enjoyed the pleasure it gave me to complete something so challenging. I felt whole, like I needed to be like this to be happy. It wasn’t normal.
Finally, he ordered me to stop. He showed me his cupped hand full of cum. I knelt down facing him.
“Don’t you wish you could have this as your breakfast after such a hard workout, whore?”
Eew. But I nodded anyway. My eyes were swollen from the choking and the crying.
“How did my little slut enjoy that?”
“It was really hard, Sir.”
“Of course it was. But you put in your list that you wanted to try some forced exercise and that’s what you got, BDSM style. Was it too much for you?”
“No Sir, I kinda liked it.”
“Then why all the tears?”
“I guess, at first, it was the pain from the clamps. And then it was from doing stuff I didn’t usually like. And I guess it was also because I was happy… I really don’t know, Sir.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. You ARE happy now, right?”
I nodded.
“Good. Now if I was a cruel Master, I would make you wear that chastity all day, but I know your pussy and ass can’t take it, so I will allow you to take it off.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I reached down and unbuckled the wet straps from my waist. They were dripping with my sweat. I stunk and I was burning up. I slowly pulled out the plugs from my holes and let the belt drop to the floor with a loud thud.
“I want you to try one more thing for me. I want you to clean those plugs with your mouth. First put the bigger one in your mouth and keep it there.”
I picked up the chastity and immediately smelt my filthy pussy all over it. My mind was somewhere else. It was like time didn’t exist. I felt like I was dreaming or like I was in someone else’s body. I felt numb all over but at the same time, I felt like I could conquer the world. All my doubts about being “normal” faded and all that mattered was that I obeyed every command. I was unbreakable and invincible. It was my first time in sub-space.
I opened my mouth with a dazed look on my face and put the plug all the way in. I could smell my sweat and pussy juice radiating from the leather strap just under my nose. I wanted to gag, but I had no choice but to suck on it until I was shiny and clean. I used my tongue to scrub the mess I had made on the plug. I didn’t really like the taste. I loved the idea of tasting my own filth more than I hated the flavor and smell.
“Ok, let me see it.” Master said firmly.
I took out the plug and showed it to him.
“That’s a good girl. Now I want you to do the same with the smaller plug.” Was he actually asking me to taste my own shit? Hell, no!
I shook my head.
“Don’t you remember? You gave your mouth to anyone who wants to use it. I want you to use it as a cleaner of your own fuckin’ plugs. Now do it!”
I put the plug against my lips and started crying, yet, again. I looked at Master and shook my head no.
“Ok, if you don’t want to do it, you will have to give yourself 50 strikes with the crop on your pussy, ass, and titties, each. It’s your choice, cunt.”
I slowly opened my mouth and held my breath so I wouldn’t have to taste the streaks of poop that lined the rubber plug, the though alone was making me sick. I slowly inserted the plug into my mouth and sucked on it. I hated the fact that I had some of my own shit in my mouth, but I loved the fact that I had lowered myself to that level. How much further could one person go? I didn’t think it got any worse than that.
“Such an obedient cunt you are.” He said with a smile as I sucked on my own shit covered plug. Tears rolled down my face and I gagged randomly whenever thoughts of tasting shit filled my brain. I had to think of other things to keep me going. I thought about Alan and how I was falling so much in love with him. It kept my mind off of my own filth.
“Ok, let me see it.” I showed him the plug. “Good enough. Now did my little cunt cum at all while she was plugged today?”
“No Sir, I didn’t cum, I was in too much pa…” He quickly cut me off.
“I don’t want to hear your explanation. It was a yes or no question.” He sounded upset. “You should have cum while you were sucking that dildo. That’s too bad. It was your only chance to cum today. Oh well, maybe, if you’re good, I will allow you to cum tomorrow or tonight if we meet.” He took a deep breath. “At least I came. That’s what really matters doesn’t it, whore?”
I nodded with shame and desperation.
“Look at you. You are one hot piece of meat. If I were there, I would fuck you day and night. You would have, like ten orgasms a day. But since I’m not, I guess you will have to wait until I’m ready to let you. I’ve gotta go now. You have a wonderful day today, whore. Look for an email from me later today. OK?”
With tear filled eyes I responded, “Yes, Sir.”
He turned off his cam and logged off, leaving me kneeling there in shame and desperate for sexual relief. My nipples and pussy lips were so sensitive it felt like the lightest touch would shoot pain through my body. Even a soft brush of air was felt intensely. I looked at the clock. It read 11:25. I wondered if Alan was up yet. I wanted to be with him all the time. I couldn’t get him out of my head.
I picked up my toys and put them away. I could feel the soreness of my nipples and pussy with every step I took. I kind of liked it. It kept me in a submissive state. Without thinking, I walked out of my room naked and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Just as I reached the bathroom door, John opened his bedroom door and walked out. He froze as he saw me naked and thrashed in the hallway.
“Oh my god!” I quickly covered myself. “I thought I was alone.” I ran as fast as I could back to my room. Shit, my brother saw me naked. How gross was that?
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