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She had never been left in so much discomfort and pain before. Her pussy lips felt like they were about to be ripped off. The constant pinching sent shocks of pain up her back. Her nipples felt like they were also going to tear off. Her complete immobility made her cry in frustration. She couldn’t relieve her pussy by bending her knees because it would pull on her already sore nipples. She couldn’t relieve her nipples because if she stretched up, her pussy lips would be pulled. Her feet were hurting from wearing those uncomfortable shoes. She couldn’t get out of them and it hurt if she shifted her weight on them. Her clit felt like it was being suffocated by being pressed so hard with the coarse rope. Her breasts were pounding with pain from the tight binds they were in. Even her nose was hurting from those wretched hooks pulling so tightly. Her jaw was so wide open, she felt like it would dislocate itself.
Her predicament was excruciating. It was cruel. It was torture. How could he do this to her after she had worked her ass off all fucking day? Anger and frustration filled her to the core. She wanted to scream at him and let him know that she didn’t like what was happening here. He had never been so cruel before.
Then she thought about how and why she was going through this. She had really fucked up bad. It was actually her fault. She was pretty much cheating on him and she got caught. That probably hurt him just as bad mentally than she was in physically. She was tired and sleepy. Her body was aching all over. She figured he was going to try to break her down. He was going to push her until she couldn’t take it anymore. He had already surprised her with this new contraption he had her in. She was used to being rewarded after a hard day like that. She wasn’t going to allow him to break her. She knew he would break before her. He cared about her too much. He always had a hard time giving her pain. Why would this be any different? She started breathing to help her meditate through the pain.
She endured it for at least an hour and a half when it finally got to her. She started to try to fight her binds. It made some noise and she started squealing in her discomfort and pain.
Master didn’t seem to mind. He snored away as if she wasn’t even there. He slept deep and like a baby.
She struggled for a few minutes and when she realized that she was stuck there until he let her out of her binds, she accepted it. But it came with the price of her tears. She cried so hard, mucus ran down her stretched nose and over her ball gag. Her drool dripped down between her breasts and had run all the way down to the rope around her waist. Tears poured out and dripped to her neck. Every muscle in her body was sore and tired. She was losing her mind. She looked at the clock. It read 6am.
The sun was starting to peak over the eastern mountains giving the bedroom a beautiful light blue shade. Master gave one loud snore before he changed position and stretched out with a smile.
He looked at her in her binds and gave her a huge smile. He giggled a little.
“My dirty whore is crying like she didn’t deserve this. It looks like I broke you. Are you ready to give up, cunt?” He said teasingly.
She shook her head in anger showing him how angry she was using her eyes.
He stood up and walked behind her. He took a handful of hair and yanked her head back. He put his mouth right next to her ear.
“Do you actually think that you have the right to be angry with me?” She shut her eyes tightly as she felt the tension on her nipples and her pussy lips become more intense. “Consider yourself lucky that I didn’t kick you out. I could have let you go with whoever the fuck it was you were talking with. Maybe he can do better than me, right?”
She shook her head in shame. He was right. This was her fault and she needed to take whatever punishment he felt was right.
He unbound her stiff and sore arms.
“I’m going to shit shower and shave. You can get yourself out of your own binds here. As soon as you finish, I want you kneeling outside the shower waiting for me.” He walked into the bathroom.
She started with the most painful part of her, her nipples. She released the clamps slowly and with a loud but muffled screech as the blood flowed back into them. She then reached down and released her pussy in the same manner. She removed her gag and her nose hook. Her jaw felt tired and weak and hung loosely. Her nose felt like it was permanently stretched like a pig. Next, she struggled to reach the loose rope hanging down that would release her bound breasts. Once they were loose, she released her ankles and took off her shoes. Her toes felt like they were getting blisters. She then removed her crotch rope and her waist cinch. It took her close to fifteen minutes to finish. She picked everything up and put them in their place in the closet. She then dropped to her hands and knees and crawled into the bathroom. Master was already in the shower.
Her head felt full and her mind felt dreamy. There wasn’t a single inch of her body that didn’t have some kind of pain or discomfort. She hadn’t slept in nearly 30 hours and she was very tired. Her body was sore and weak. She didn’t know that her punishment had just begun.
Mark finished his shower and stepped out. He stood right in front of her looking down on her in her filth and shame. He dried himself off and went to the vanity to shave. As soon as he finished, he returned to her.
“Let’s go. Today you do your strength training right?”
Could he be fucking serious? She hadn’t slept. She was physically exhausted. And he expected her to exercise? What the fuck was he thinking? She started to feel angry again but it subsided when she thought, once again, about what she had done to him.
Mark dressed in a pair of sweats and a plain white tee shirt and tennis shoes. “Follow me. He said as soon as he finished. He stood up and allowed her to walk behind him down the stairs and to the workout room.
“I’ll take it easy on you today, cunt. Just push ups and sit ups today. I want three sets of twenty push ups. I want three sets of thirty sit ups. Then you may rest for five minutes. You will do the sets three times each. So by the time you finish you would have done 180 push-ups and 270 sit-ups. Got it?”
“Yes Master.” Her frustration was obvious in her voice. She got on her naked belly and started with the push-ups. She is actually pretty good at them and three times a week she could easily do three sets of 20. But that day, she wasn’t so sure of herself. Her arms were tired from the day before and they were sore. She managed to do the three sets with little struggle on the last three of the last set.
She did the sit-ups easily. By the time she was doing her third round of them, she was only able to do 12 push-ups and 22 sit-ups in each set. And those were pushing it as hard as she could. She was beaded with sweat once again by the time she finished.
Mark sat comfortably on a work bench observing her. As soon as she finished her last sit-up, he called her to him. On wobbly arms and legs she crawled to his feet and knelt with her head down in shame.
“I haven’t received my morning blowjob, cunt. Get to it.”
She scooted forward and pulled out his hardening shaft. She immediately took it in her mouth and massaged it gently and lazily with her sore jaw and tongue. She used every trick she knew to get him off quickly and it worked. She was too tired to make it last. He shot his load in her mouth.
“Gargle it and spit it into your hands, you dirty whore.” He demanded.
She gargled the large load and spit it into her cupped hands.
“Now spread that whore lotion inside your ass crack.”
She reached back and rubbed the cum up and down her butt crack until it was evenly spread.
“Is the little bitch hungry?”
“Yes Master.”
“Go make me a breakfast burrito first.”
“Yes Master.” She crawled out of the workout room and stood up just outside. She started walking toward the kitchen.
Mark stood and followed her. Once he reached the kitchen he stood leaning against the kitchen table with his arms crossed. She didn’t know he was in there as she pulled out the eggs and bacon from the fridge. As she turned she noticed him standing there shaking his head. What did she do wrong this time?
In a bit of frustration she asked, “What?”
His disappointed look changed to angry. “First of all, don’t ever talk to me like that. Second, why the fuck are you walking in the same room as I am in. Bitch, you’re just asking for a beating.”
She quickly dropped to her sore knees realizing her disrespect. “Sorry Master. I wasn’t thinking straight.”
“Didn’t you get any sleep last night?” He said mockingly.
“No, Master, I was too uncomfortable.”
“That’s too bad. Didn’t you sleep down here before you went upstairs cunt?”
“No Master I was cleaning.” What was he getting at?
“I just figured you did because you didn’t even do any laundry or ironing. I figured you slept through it.”
Shit! She had left the laundry. She couldn’t do anything right.
“I… I forgot, Master.”
“Isn’t that part of your cleaning duties?” Master asked.
“Yes Master. I failed.”
“Just finish my breakfast, cunt. We’ll deal with that later.” He had an evil smile on his face.
She quickly made the bacon and eggs and wrapped them in a warm tortilla before serving it to Mark. He happily ate while she knelt beside him hoping for some food. As soon as he finished, he got up and went to the pantry. He pulled out a can of Vienna sausages. He grabbed some instant oatmeal and made it for her. He put the sausages into the oatmeal and poured it directly on the shiny floor.
“If you cleaned the floor good enough, then you shouldn’t have a problem eating your food off of it.” He walked away leaving her to her feeding.
He sat at his computer and turned it on. He needed to check is email to see if she had gotten any responses from the ad he put in the day before. He logged in and found about 50 requests. Some of them were stupid little responses like, “Are you for fucking real?” And “What a dirty little slut you have.” He ignored all the stupid, little comments and focused on the ones that seemed serious about it.
He responded to about twenty of them, all of them with the same message. “Meet me at The Movies South. The movie is “The A-Team”. (He chose a movie he knew not too many people would go see.) Come to the eight o-clock showing. Ask for Martin. He will let you in. I will be dressed like a total slut. Trust me, you will not miss me. My clothes will be mis-matched. Walk to where I’m sitting and call me a dirty name. I will follow you to your seat and give you the pleasure you deserve. No charge, my pleasure.
He sent the responses and figured out of the twenty, at least ten would show up. A little humiliation should degrade her enough to break her down.
She finished her food by licking the floor clean. She crawled back into the den and knelt at the entrance for further instructions. Her entire body was weak and sore. Her head was foggy and dizzy.
Mark turned off the computer and turned to face her.
“Does the little cunt need to relieve herself?”
“Yes Master. Please may this cunt pee and poop?”
“Come on girl. Let’s go outside.” He patted his lap like she was a dog. She crawled to the back sliding door to be let out.
Mark opened the door and let her crawl outside. He attached a leash to her collar and led her across the yard to the back corner which was about a hundred feet from the house.
“Put your back against the wall and do your business, bitch. And keep those legs spread while you do it.” He stood back with a smile at her disgraceful position.
It always took her a long time to do it when he was watching and when she was in this position, but eventually she let a stream of clear fluid shoot out of her pee hole. When she was done, she stayed in the same position and pushed really hard to finally allow the poop to flow continually out of her butt hole. The smell was strong and disgusting to the point that it made her gag on her own waste. She wasn’t going to break, though, so she kept pushing until her bowels were emptied. She remained in her position until Master gave her more orders.
Mark decided to let her absorb her disgusting waste for a few before he allowed her to move.
“Damn, bitch, you are fucking rotten inside. You better bury that nasty shit.”
She had already broken three nails the day before from cleaning so hard, and now she would have to use her hands in the soft dirt to bury her own shit like a dog. She broke two more burying it. Her left hand had only the pinky and the first finger done and the paint was scratched off. Her right hand had her middle, pinky, and thumb nails remaining and they looked bad also. Her fingertips even hurt from them breaking.
“Wipe that ass and pussy with your hand and wipe your hand in the dirt.” Mark ordered with a grossed-out look on his face.
She wiped her soiled butt and wet pussy with her hand and then roughly rubbed them in the dirt to get rid of it as soon as she was done.
Mark took the leash and led her back inside the house.
“Well, cunt, it looks like you have some work to finish today, don’t you?”
She lowered her head in exhaustion hoping for some mercy. “Yes Master.”
“Better get to it, whore, we have another long day ahead of us.”
She went back upstairs and gathered the dirty laundry. She was starting to get angry. She was frustrated and tired and she didn’t want to work anymore. She wanted to scream and yell. She was filthy. She smelt like a sewer, she wanted to bathe and nap and that lazy asshole downstairs wouldn’t let her. She mumbled profanities while she carried the laundry downstairs. Once in the laundry room, she separated the clothes and started the first wash. She didn’t look very happy.
As soon as he heard the wash start, Mark called her to him. “Cunt, get in here.”
She crawled into the room and frustratingly knelt before him with the same dirty look on her face. He knew she wasn’t too happy about what was happening. Was she ready to break?
“First get me two bottles of water and meet me back here.”
With a deep sigh, she crawled away to fetch him his water. He started setting up for her next ordeal. He took two spreader bars and attached one to a chain that ran through a pulley in the ceiling. He let the other one lie directly below it. Once she returned with his water she knew she was going to be bound. Perhaps she would be able to get some rest that way. At least she wouldn’t be working so hard.
“Strap your feet to the bar, cunt.” He ordered while taking a long drag of his cigarette.
She quickly strapped herself securely to the spreader bar. Mark then strapped each of her wrists above her head to the bar above. He pulled the chain to lift her off the ground about two feet high. Her head was just slightly above his at this height.
He took off his belt and folded it in his hand. “I told you that you would pay for failing to clean right, so you will get a full body spanking for your failure. Twenty on each body part should do it. You will thank me when I am done.”
With a sigh she responded. “Yes Master.”
He started with the tops of her feet. He brought down the belt strong with every strike making a loud WHACK! She jerked with every strike. Her feet were a bright red by the time he finished with them. He moved up to her shins and repeated the twenty strikes. She was crying by the end not just from the pain but from the entire ordeal. He ignored her verbal complaints and continued up to her thighs making sure he struck every inch of them until they were welted and red. She squealed with every strike. He then struck her belly, moved up to her breasts, focusing on the nipples with every strike. Then he spanked her shoulders and arms before he punished her filthy mound.
He was relentless with each strike knowing what she could take and pushing it just barely beyond that level of pain. By the time he finished, she was balling in tears and begging for mercy and pleading for forgiveness.
“Does my cunt give up? Did she finally break?” He knew the words would make her more determined to continue and finish the ordeal. She shook her head and sobbed.
“Good. It looks like the washing machine stopped, better get to it, cunt.” He let her down and released her hands allowing her to unbind her own ankles. She crawled out of the room and into the laundry room to move the clothes and start another load. At least there were only three loads to do that day.
“Get back in here, whore.” Master called, waking her up from her daydream.
With tears in her eyes, she crawled back to Mark.
“Let’s let those welts heal a little bit. Straighten up the house and come back over here.”
She crawled out of the room and went upstairs. She made Masters bed and picked up a little. She straightened the bathroom really quick. She went downstairs and did the few dishes she had, wiped the counters and cleaned the stove. Once everything was in its place she knelt at the entrance of the den waiting for Master’s next daunting task.
“Come on in, cumdumpster. Back to me.” He called out.
She crawled into the room panting and pouting in her exhaustion. She knelt in front of him once again with her head bowed down in submission.
“Put your feet back in those bars, cunt.” He said seriously.
She lazily sat back and strapped her ankles back into the spreader bar. Mark walked around and stood over her head with a foot on each side. He squatted down and placed his butt right over her nose as he fastened her wrists to the other spreader bar. He pushed out a loud fart in her face right before he stood up and raised her once again about two feet off the ground.
He walked to the table behind her and returned with two sets of clamps. He attached one set to each of Karla’s sensitive nipples and then attached the others to each of her sore pussy lips. She had a raunchy stench that radiated all around her. Mark was even having a hard time being beside her.
He walked around her so that her back side was exposed to him. He grabbed his belt once again and this time proceeded to spank her in the same manner as before. He gave her twenty on each calf, each thigh, each butt cheek, on her upper back and her arms. She was screaming in agony by the time he finished.
“Is the stupid whore finally done? Has she finally given up?”
She wanted to give up but her fury and frustration made her even more determined. She didn’t respond as she hung there limp.
Mark gave her an extremely hard WHACK! On her butt. “Answer me hole!”
She was crying too hard to answer him. She hung her head low and shook it with a loud sniffle.
“You are one stubborn little bitch. I guess we will continue then.” He let her down, released her wrists and allowed her to unfasten her own ankles. She couldn’t stop crying and it was getting to the point where Mark was feeling a bit concerned. He liked the session he was having with her, he just hated it when he hurt her that much.
“Master is tired, he needs a foot rest.” He smiled and lifted his legs to allow her to crawl under them. Once she was in position on all fours acting as his foot rest, he let his feet rest comfortably on her soft back.
“Ahh, this is nice. A soft place to put my tired feet.” She had to break soon. He turned on a movie and thought about what he was actually doing to her. Was he causing serious physical trauma to her body? He didn’t want to lose her because he was careless. Was he causing serious mental trauma? The last thing he wanted was to fuck her brain up so bad she would go insane. Girls like Karla were one in a million and he didn’t want to lose her for any reason.
After some serious thought, he figured he wasn’t really doing her much physical harm because he knew the body could take a lot. He was going to have to allow her at least a little rest so she wouldn’t over exert herself. He knew he wasn’t messing too much with her brain because he knew the brain could take much more than she was and besides, she could give up any time and he would stop.
The dryer buzzed breaking Mark from his thoughts, he dismissed his doubts and took his feet off Karla.
“The clothes are ready, whore.”
At a much slower and lazy pace, Karla crawled out of the room, the chains of her clamps swinging with every motion. She took out the dry clothes and replaced them with the wet ones. She started the last load. She then folded the dry clothes neatly and carried them upstairs to hand and put away. Once she was done with that she went back downstairs and knelt at the entrance of the den like she knew how.
Her foggy mind knew nothing at the moment. It was running on pure adrenaline and it felt like even that was running out. Her body felt numb with the exception of the burning welts that were finally starting to subside on her front side. Not even the clamps seemed to cause much pain by this time.
“Come back to me, whore.” Mark called out triggering an immediate response.
She crawled back to him and knelt before him once again.
Mark grabbed a long piece of rope and proceeded to wrap each of her breasts into a tight balloon. He wrapped them several times to ensure they wouldn’t slip out and they would cause the most discomfort. He wrapped the rope around and made it look like a bra. He adored this look. He loved the red hue and the shine it made when they were ballooned like that. He loved how they stood out and how it caused Karla to make a face like she was constipated.
He used a second rope to tie tightly around her waist. He ran the rope three times between her pussy lips and made sure it was tight and uncomfortable for her. He then left the room and returned with two small pieces of chain. He wrapped her foot with the chain so it went around the top and the sole of the foot. He locked it in place right where her arch should be. He then used another to attach to that chain and wrap around her ankle to make sure it wouldn’t slide down. He locked them in place.
He grabbed her by the rope between her breasts and lifted her up so she stood on these hard and heavy chains. He held her there while she gained her balance on her toes. She still was forced to put some of her weight on the chain which made it painful to stand.
He took her by the leash and led her to the corner of the room. He pushed her body into the corner so that her breasts were pressed up against two different walls.
“Keep your feet together.” He demanded. She put her feet together.
Mark left her there and returned with a box of flat thumbtacks.
“Put your weight on your heels, cunt.”
She lifted her toes up and allowed the chain to roll her back on her heels. Mark then emptied the box of thumbtacks just below the balls of her feet. This would make her put more weight on the chains with fear of being poked by the pins. She dared not complain.
Mark then place a small dildo into the corner at mouth level. It wasn’t long enough to reach her mouth easily.
“Here, keep this in your mouth until I need you again. Stay put, slut.”
She had to press her already sore breasts hard against the adjacent walls and lean her body forward just so she could reach the dildo with her mouth. Only the tip reached. This caused her to put herself in a very uncomfortable position. Her feet were raised and her weight was on the chains and her heels which made her butt stick out a little. Her neck was stretched forward to reach the dildo and not allow it to drop. Her breasts were smashed against the walls. She struggled to find any comfort in this situation. She couldn’t find that comfort, so she submitted to the pain and strain.
For most people, twenty minutes is nothing. But for Karla, twenty minutes was twenty hours as she stood there in that horrible position while Master sat back on his chair and watched TV. Oh how she longed for just a little rest and relaxation. She could only pray that it was almost over. Maybe he just wanted her to finish the laundry and that would be all. She didn’t know what else he had planned.
After the twenty minutes was over, the dryer buzzed once again. She didn’t move, just stood there crying in her strain.
“The clothes are ready, whore.”
She stepped back from her torture corner and walked into the laundry room. Walking with those chain slippers he made was hard. The links were imprinting themselves into the soles of her feet. With each step, the tops of her feet stretched making the chain dig into and rub the small feet bones.
She rotated the laundry. She folded the clothes and put them away upstairs. She returned back to kneeling in front of Mark once again after he ordered her in the den.
Mark grabbed another piece of small rope and tied a knot to the rope between Karla’s now deep blue breasts. He then cinched her knees together. He then tied the short rope from her breasts down to her knees. He walked behind her and lifted her to her feet. She was forced to remain bent over. He then grabbed some more rope and tied her wrists together behind her with a little slack between them. He then tied her wrists to the back rope of her bra forcing her hands to be lifted uncomfortably behind her. He removed the crotch rope and let the rope dangle in front of her.
Mark sat back down on his leather recliner and admired his handiwork with a smile. He leaned back on his seat. “Now get that smelly ass over here and fuck me with it.”
She had never been bound like this before and wasn’t sure what he was wanting from her.
“Master?”
“Are you stupid? Ok, ok, let me dumb it down for your little brain. Turn around and come over here and use that smelly ass hole of yours to please my penis. Does that make any sense to you?”
She turned around in front of him exposing her filthy ass to him. He had already pulled out his hard shaft and poured a ton of KY on it. She took tiny steps backwards until she could feel that her legs were between his. She then squatted down as best she could hoping that her ass hole would find his tool. Mark helped by lining it up as she squatted down.
It slid in easily. He had to hold his nose so he wouldn’t have to smell the nasty stench she had down there while she pumped his dick with her dirty hole. She started to moan.
“Don’t you dare let yourself cum from this, cunt.” He demanded.
She kept jerking herself on his shaft feeling his length fill her bowels and allowing the pleasure to fill her with every pump she made. She always had such a hard time cumming anally, but she was so desperate to have an orgasm, she would cum easily if he only allowed it.
After a couple of minutes like this, he slapped her ass cheeks hard. “That’s enough of this, I want you to finish me with your slutty mouth.”
Karla pulled out and turned around in front of him. Her feet were in dire need of rest from those terrible chains surrounding them. Shedidn’t have to kneel to reach his dirty penis with her mouth, she was already bent at the right level for it.
She wrapped her lips around the foul smelling shaft that stuck out of his pants. It tasted like shit mixed with dirty and dry cum, mixed with ass sweat and vinegar. But she was a good girl and used her tongue to clean that mess up. It was hard to keep pace as her instincts made her want to stand which would pull harshly on her bound breasts. She just kept pumping her head and sucking harder and harder while rubbing her tongue on his most sensitive tip until he shot a heavy load into her mouth. The squirting caught her by surprise as she let some of it spill from her lips.
“Swallow what you have in your mouth, cunt and then lick up what you spilt on my pants.” He sounded disgusted with her.
She did as she was told making sure she licked up every last drop. When she was finished she remained bent over Masters limp rod.
Mark grabbed her by her hair making her head jerk back in pain while at the same time making her look at him.
“What? No thank you?”
“Oh, thank you Master for allowing me to pleasure you with my ass and mouth.”
“Good, now make me lunch. I want a chicken salad sandwich, chips and a soda. For you, I guess you have earned yourself whatever you like as long as you eat it off the floor.” He untied her hands and tapped her ass to get her going.
“Thank you Master.” Karla said as she walked bent over and in pain to the kitchen. It was extremely hard to make the lunch when her head wouldn’t go over the counter. She had to feel everything. She made the lunch and called Mark in. “Lunch is served Master.” She said in a soft tone.
Mark realized on his way in how hard it would be for her to eat off the floor so he took her sandwich and placed it on the seat next to him. “You may use one hand to eat, cuntface.” He said as he gobbled up his delicious lunch.
Karla ate slowly but the food felt good going down. It was her first good meal since Mark had returned and she was grateful to have it.
Knowing this, Mark had to say something. “See cunt? All that I do for you and you let me down like you did by cheating on me and failing to keep ME happy. Don’t you think you were being selfish?”
“Yes Master, I really am sorry I let you down. I was being ungrateful and selfish.”
“That’s right, but I don’t think you’re sorry enough yet.”
He let her finish her meal and ordered her to clean up. As she did, the last buzz of the dryer went off. She went into the laundry room and struggled in her binds to fold the clothes. She then carried them to the stair case and strained every muscle in her legs to get up them. She put the clothes away and went back down stairs back to Mark.
He unbound her completely. She knelt before him naked and relieved.
“I’m a little sleepy, aren’t you?” He said.
“Yes Master, I’m very sleepy.” Her voice was cracking.
“Come on lets go take a little nap.”
She followed him crawling up the stairs and into the bedroom happy about finally being allowed some sleep.
“Sit with your back against the foot board.” He exclaimed.
She did as she was told.
Mark then bound her to the bedpost by her elbows allowing her forearms to dangle. He then tied her knees up to the posts as well so she would be forced to sit on her tailbone with her legs spread wide open. Her lower legs also dangled. He put a ring gag into her mouth to keep it wide open. He then inserted a remote control vibrator into her pussy hole.
“I’m setting this vibrator to turn on every twelve minutes. It will stay on for three minutes at a time. You are NOT allowed to cum while it vibrates. Is that understood cunt?”
She nodded.
“Good, now don’t make too much noise. If you wake me up, you will get another full body beating and I don’t think you really want that do you?”
She shut her eyes tightly and shook her head. Drool was already starting to drip from her wide open mouth.
“Good girl. Now get some rest, we still have a lot to do.”
With that said, Mark jumped up on the comfortable bed and fell asleep.
Karla was so tired and so sleepy she actually nodded off and fell asleep only to be woken up several times to the wonderful buzzing inside of her. She was actually able to fall asleep for a short while. Even though the rest wasn’t quite completely satisfying, she was happy to get the little sleep she did get. The vibrator kept her pussy throbbing with pleasure. It kept her on the edge the entire time she was bound to that bed. By the time Mark woke up, she was starting to sleep through the buzzing.
He stood in front of her looking down on her limp body. Drool streamed steadily down to her belly. He reached down and pulled the dildo out of her pussy hole and inserted it deep in her mouth waking her up with a tremendous buzz on her tongue.
He untied her.
“Son of a bitch, you smell and look like shit. Don’t you ever take a bath or a shower or something?” He had a look of disgust on his face.
She didn’t respond. She couldn’t respond with that terrible ring gag in her mouth.
Mark reached around her head and removed the gag.
“Get your nasty ass in the shower. I want you shaved and clean. You have 40 minutes to meet me back in here.”
Finally! He was going to actually allow her some relief. She would finally be allowed the pleasure of being clean. She was actually starting to feel like a dirty animal. She was totally disgusted with herself. She happily jumped in the shower and washed off all the gunk and crusty semen that had embedded itself on her skin. She scrubbed her entire body until she finally felt clean for the first time in three days. She walked out feeling like a new woman. She knelt at the entrance to the bedroom with her eyes cast down.
“Ok, time to get ready. We’re going to the movies. I want you make yourself up exactly the way I tell you.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I want your hair back in a loose ponytail. I want sexy curly strands to come down the sides of your face. You will do your make up like normal. I want your face to look beautiful. You know how to do it. When you are done, your clothes will be on the bed. You will wear what I pick out for you and nothing else. No questions asked, understand stupid whore?”
“Yes Master.” She responded respectfully.
She sat at her vanity while Mark took a shower. She put her hair the way he ordered before putting on her make up. It didn’t take long for her to put it on. She put some light eye shadow, thin black eye liner, black mascara, some light blush and bright red lipstick. She had learned to put it on this way because that was exactly how Master wanted her made up whenever they went out. She actually looked very sexy that way.
She went to the bed where her clothes were laid out for her. She was pretty confused because nothing went together. But she wasn’t allowed to ask any questions, so she started putting on the clothes. She first slid on the white garter belt. Then she slipped her left leg into a black thigh high hose with lace at the top. On her right leg she slid up a tan thigh high hose with no lace on the top. She clamped it to the garter as well. Next, she put on a bright metallic blue micro mini skirt. This skirt went about an inch below the curve of her butt and only about two inches below her pubic mound. The white straps of her garter would be completely visible along with some naked thigh. Next, she put on an orange tight belly shirt. She finished her outfit with a pink lacy choker. Mark was already dressed by this time and sat patiently watching.
She noticed two different shoes lying on the floor as well. She figured Master wanted her to wear them since nothing she wore matched. The right shoe was a white 6” heel. It was open toed. The left shoe was a red 6” heel with a closed toe. She slipped them on and buckled them.
She looked like a two cent hooker in that outfit. She looked stupid and ridiculous.
Mark then grabbed his cell phone and left the room. She couldn’t hear anything other than mumbles and it made her wonder what he had planned for her. He returned shortly.
“Let’s go whore.” He called out from outside the room.
Karla walked out and followed him down the stairs, out the front door and to the car. She instinctively kept adjusting her short skirt as it stubbornly rode up with nearly every step she took.
Mark handed her a small purse as she sat in the front seat.
“We’re going to the movies, but I don’t expect you watch any of it. There will be several men there that you’ll be required to please orally. That’s why your face is the prettiest thing about you right now.” He pointed to the purse. “Inside that purse is a special dildo and two bullets. I will be in control of the bullets in your holes. Take out the dildo so I can explain it to you.”
She unzipped the purse and pulled out what looked like a normal sized dildo with nothing too special about it.
“Unscrew the tip of the dong.”
She was surprised to see that the head of the dildo unscrewed to reveal a hollow tube inside the shaft.
“Each man that you suck off, you will spit his cum in this container. At the end of the movies when the lights go on, you will drink their cum and loudly thank them for allowing you to suck their dicks. You will also tell them that you hope you can do it again for them sometime soon. Can your brainless head remember these simple tasks, whore?”
Was he serious? Was he actually going to make her suck off a bunch of strangers she had never met? He had made her do gangbangs before but always with people they had met before, never just some random strangers.
Either way she had no choice but to succumb to his whims. She hesitatingly replied with a saddened voice. “Yes Master.”
They made it to the movies at around 7:30pm. Mark ordered her out of the car and told her to follow about ten feet behind him. She stood out of the car and adjusted her tiny skirt to hide what little she could. She knew how exposed she was. She knew for a fact that she would get plenty of looks and smirks and comments. She had dressed slutty before. She had never dressed slutty and mis-matched like this before.
Mark stepped up and walked toward the entrance of the movies. Karla followed as she was told. About halfway there, she noticed a young couple approaching. In her shame and humiliation, she lowered her head to look down at her mismatched shoes. As they got closer to her she could hear the boy making a remark about her.
“What the fuck is that?” He laughed.
“Oh my god, that looks totally disgusting.” The girl replied.
The couple passed by Karla and stared at her as she walked by.
“Whore!” The girl yelled followed by an evil laugh.
The boy replied with a loud chuckle.
By the time Karla made it to the entrance, several people had noticed her. All of them had something to say.
“Holy shit, look at that?”
“How much whore?”
“Look! A hooker.”
“Nice.”
There were so many comments she couldn’t keep track of all of them. Mark went through the doors and Karla followed several feet behind. As soon as she entered the lobby area, the manager approached her.
“Ma’am.Ma’am. You can’t come in here like that. You need to leave right now.” It was loud enough to get everyone’s attention. She could feel all eyes on her disgusting look.
She froze and looked at Mark with a bit of confusion. He simply stood there and smiled which told her this was all part of the act.
“This is a family place and we can’t let you pull tricks in our business. GET OUT! Now!”
In full embarrassment and shame, she lowered her head and walked outside. She had no idea what to do at this point as she stood there wondering.
About 30 seconds later, she heard a voice coming from around the corner.
“Hey, slut!”
She turned and saw a different manager waving her toward him. She walked down the walled alleyway to meet him.
“Your Master told me to let you in the back. Come on.”
She followed him down the alleyway into a large metal door that exposed a long empty hallway lined with doors on each side. She followed him about four doorways down and entered a theater. The man let her in and shut the door behind her. Mark sat in the front row with his arms crossed. Karla didn’t dare move from the entrance.
“You will stand right there and not move. When the men walk in here, they will walk past you and call you a name. You will then follow them to their seat and perform the best blowjob they have ever experienced. When you finish with that man, you will thank him for allowing you to please him and walk back over there where you are standing now. If you are called a name on the way, you will stop and please that person also. You will be kept busy all during the movie. So for now, you just stand there and look pretty.”
Her belly danced with nervousness. She was about to perform oral sex with several men she didn’t know. She wondered why Mark was doing all this to her. She wondered why he would want to share her with strangers. Her only guess was to teach her a lesson in humility. Maybe he figured that since she wanted to cheat on him, she might as well do it in bulk.
She stood there for a few minutes letting the situation set in. She scanned herself over once to see how stupidly dressed she was. How would she be seen? What would they all think of her?
Just then she heard the door to the theater open. A young man with a firm beer belly walked in as if he was looking for something. He noticed her in the far corner of the theater and headed straight toward her. Karla stood perfectly still being careful not to look him in the eye as he approached.
He stood right in front of her and scanned her up and down with a short giggle.
“Slut.” It was all he said as he lightly brushed his hand against her right breast causing her nipple to stick out of the cotton fabric. He said nothing else. He walked about halfway to the back of the theater and sat down keeping his eyes fixed on her humiliated state.
Karla looked at Mark for a final chance to pull away. He simply nodded for her to do what she had been ordered.
With shaky legs, she walked to the man and stood in front of him between his legs. She knelt down and sensually massaged his crotch through his jeans. He grew hard very easily. She fought to find the button to his jeans under his belly. He helped by throwing out his hips. She finally managed to open it and unzip it to expose his whitey tigheys underneath. He started breathing heavier with a soft snore as she pulled the shorts down and reached in to pull out the semi-hard snake.
She made sure his balls were taken out. She started licking his hairy balls like they were candies. This caused the man to jerk and twitch. He had a decent odor to him as if he had washed himself before arriving. Karla then licked up from between his balls all the way up the short shaft to just below the head. She pointed her tongue to that known g-spot and tickled it for a little while. This caused him to gently rub his hands on her head.
Once he was fully hard, she opened her mouth keeping her tongue on that one spot and wrapped her lips around his hard, thick shaft. She started rubbing her tongue underneath while sucking gently like she was a milking machine. She was being as silent as she possibly could to show how neatly she gave head. Just then, she heard the doors opening again and she could hear two men talking as they entered. She kept busy trying to get this man off as quickly as possible.
“There’s no chick in here, dad.” A younger voice called.
“It said she would be here. Wait look.” An older voice said quietly.
“There she is. Holy shit. You ready for your first bj son?” The older voice said.
“Hell yeah.”
“Let’s wait over here.”
Karla didn’t bother to look in their direction. She kept sucking like her life depended on it. She sucked vigorously until she felt him start to jerk in her mouth. She heard the door opening once again. The man she sucked grabbed her head and slammed her face deep in his pocket of his belly. He gave out a soft moan as he shot his load in her mouth. As soon as he finished he sat there limply and relaxed.
“Thanks for that. I really needed it, cunt.”
She took out the dildo container from her purse and unscrewed the top. She spit out the cum into the hollow shaft and screwed it back on.
“Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to please you tonight. I hope it met your expectations.”
“Oh yeah.” He said as he pulled up his pants.
Karla stood up and scanned the room. Three others were sitting in the theater. All of them had their eyes fixed on her. She adjusted her skirt and started walking back to her corner. She took two steps down the aisle when she was called.
“Hey, whore! Over here.”
She turned around to find a man waving her toward him. His son who looked just like him sat red faced next to him.
Karla put on her fake smile and walked over to the man. He was in his mid-thirties and well built. She stood between his knees and knelt down. His son next to him looked in amazement as she lowered his pants and started licking his dads balls.
This man was much larger than the first. She noticed as she licked up the shaft to the head. It took much longer to get him off than the first man. She had to massage his balls to speed it up as her tongue and mouth grew tired from licking and sucking so hard trying to make it quick. Finally, he shot his load in the back of her throat. She had to hawk a loogie to spit it into her hollow dildo.
“Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to please you tonight. I hope it met your expectations.”
“I’ve had better.” Was all he said as he pulled his pants up.
She moved over to the nervous boy sitting next to the man. His penis was just as big as his fathers, but much easier to finish off. It took her less than a minute before he spewed his juice in her mouth. It wasn’t as foul tasting as any cum she had ever tasted before. It was much sweeter with little bitterness. Maybe because he was so young.
“Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to pleasure you tonight. I hope it met your expectations.” It was difficult calling such a young boy Sir.
“That was fucking amazing. You’re the best.”
The dad laughed at the boy as Karla spit in her dildo and stood up to walk back to her corner.
The dad grabbed the boy behind his head. “Never ever tell a girl that she’s the best. It makes her think she does it perfectly. Tell her it was either just ok, or that you’ve had better. It makes her try harder next time and every time after that.”
Karla adjust her skirt as the lights dimmed and the previews started. She turned and heard about four men calling her different names. She didn’t know who to start with as she turned and noticed about a dozen more men in the room. She was getting more comfortable with her situation and had accepted it.
“Come on cunt.” An old man with a drunken smile called to her fingering her to him.
She walked over to him and stood between his knees. She knelt and immediately noticed how hard he was. He was average sized, but he had a lousy stench that radiated from outside his pants. She held her breath as she pulled his pants down. His underwear was crusted with old brown semen and he smelt as if he hadn’t bathed in days. It was hairy all the way to the tip almost and dry cum was stuck on random pubes. It took her almost fifteen minutes to get him off. He must have taken Viagra or something before he went. The previews were done by the time she finished him.
“Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to pleasure you tonight. I hope it met your expectations.”
He didn’t respond. He just picked up his pants and walked out.
She never made it to her corner during the entire movie. She sucked every man in the room and thanked every single one of them. Her face was buried in a fat mans crotch when the movie finished and she finished him as the credits rolled. As soon as she finished, she walked to the front of the screen and pulled out her now full dildo of cum.
Mark stood up and made an announcement. “I want to thank each of you for helping me train my slave cunt here tonight. We are forever grateful for your attendance. Cunt here will now show her appreciation to all of you by drinking your precious semen from her dildo.”
He turned to Karla and whispered in her ear. “Shake the dildo hard to mix it all up before you chug that milk.”
She took a firm grip on the shaft and shook it hard a few times before unscrewing the tip and wrapping her lips around it. She closed her eyes and held her breath as she tipped the dildo up and poured the liquid directly into her mouth. She swallowed it as if it were water. When she was done, she pulled the dildo from her mouth and jerked it to make sure every drop had come out.
There was a short applause as they filed out of the theater.
“Stuff your pussy with that dildo. Keep it in there and meet me outside at the car.” Mark told her as he left.
She went back out the way she went in. She went down the long hallway, into the alley and through the parking lot back to the car. She got many more comments from onlookers as she made her way across the busy lot. She finally reached the car and got inside. Every step she made with that dildo inside of her made her more and more wet and excited.
“You wanted to cheat on me? Well, you just did. I hope you’re fucking happy, cunt.”
She remained silent all the way home.
Once home, he made her strip outside the front door before entering. He allowed her to crawl inside.
He led her into the dungeon. Her mind was foggy and completely wasted. Her mouth was filled with the flavor of old nasty cum. Her body was sore and tired.
Mark lied her on a hard wooden table on her back. He strapped her waist securely to the table. He secured her arms comfortable at her sides. He strapped her head and her neck to the table as well. The then raised her legs by her ankles and tied her knees to poles on each side of the table to keep her completely immobile and spread out.
He lubed a very large butt plug with some KY jelly. He pressed it against her sphincter. She allowed him to slowly press the plug further and further inside her tight ass hole. She didn’t realize how big it was until the girth started stretching the hell out of her hole. It took several tries and many cries to get past the girth and let it pop into her now completely full ass. She grunted in discomfort and pain as he used duct tape to secure it inside of her.
He then grabbed a set of nipple pumps and made Karla wet them with her tongue before securely attaching them to each of her sore nipples. He turned on the milking machine so it would rotate from one nipple to the other giving her a hard and painful suction with every pump it made. Even the loud noise from the pumps made her feel strange.
He then went below her and worked on something which she couldn’t see with her forehead secured to the table. She found out soon enough.
Mark used a drill to attach a long leather strap to. So every time the drill turned on the strap would rotate really fast. He had created an automatic spanking machine. He adjusted the drill so it would strike directly on her clit when it was turned on. He had worked on the device for a while to get it just right. It would rotate fast enough to cause pain, but not enough to cause permanent damage.
He used a small box to set a timer to the drill.
“Tonight, you will be pussy spanked and nipple pumped all night. Try to get some sleep because tomorrow, you have even more making up to do.” He walked to her head and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. “The drill will strike you one time, one minute from now. Then it will wait one minute and it will strike you twice. It will wait two minutes and strike you three times. Then three minutes later, you will get four. This will increase throughout the entire night until I come and get you. According to my calculations you will be getting about 30 strikes by six in the morning. You will probably get over four hundred total strikes on that horny ass pussy by morning.”
He walked to the exit of the dungeon and shut of the light just as the first strike hit her pussy making her jerk with surprise. Mark turned off the lights and left her in the cold dark dungeon for the night.
The relentless sucking on her nipples caused constant pain. She knew a full night of this would definitely bruise the hell out of them and swell them up. She didn’t know what was going to happen to her pussy by morning. She knew sleep would be extremely difficult that night. Did he actually have more torture and pain planned for her tomorrow? Could he possibly be that cruel? She didn’t know how much more she could possibly take. She might have to give up if the tasks were too hard tomorrow. What kind of hell is he putting her through? Is he trying to kill her? For the first time in her submissive life, she began to doubt her endurance.
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