Wet Weekend
Part 4
"All finished cleaning up from breakfast wetcunt?" "Yes Master." "you're
absolutely sure wetcunt, if I look I won't find anything out of place or not
wiped down. I don't want your greedy slophole to lead to a messy cabin. If I
find something that should have been cleaned or put away after you saying that
it is clean, you won't like the results at all wetcunt. you already have
punishment coming to you for the dribbled piss and the candle, and you're
supposed to be earning the right to get to sleep in the bed with Me, which you
know means that I will fuck your greedy sloppy cunt. So are you absolutely sure
that the kitchen is all clean cunt." With that wetcunt started wiping down the
counters one more time, took the cover off the toaster and dumped out the toast
crumbs, wiped down the toaster once more, put the cover back on.
When wetcunt went over to the coffee maker to wipe it down once more, her Master
stopped her by saying, "Bring Me another cup of coffee cunt, before you clean
out the pot." Bringing the pot over to her Master, wetcunt kneeled down, "Please
forgive this slut for not refilling Your coffee cup sooner Master. Please accept
this offering from Your grateful slut." "I think your mind is more on your
greedy cunt than on your Master's needs slut. I think that delay in seeing to
your Master's needs will cause you some additional time of greediness before
being able to slop. Now continue cleaning the kitchen." "Yes Master." After
washing out the coffee pot, cleaning the coffee maker, sweeping the floor once
more, wetcunt went to start filling the sink up with water to mop the floor.
"Think W/we," wetcunt's master said chuckling, "rather you will be doing that a
bit differently. Get out the bucket from under the sink and the scrub brush.
Fill the bucket with the soapy water and put the bucket and the brush down on
the floor. Then get back down on your hands and knees slut, crawl into the other
room and bring Me six clothespins and make it quick cunt. Oh and carry them back
in your mouth cunt." Crawling quickly over to where her toys were laid out,
wetcunt kneeled up to get six clothespins, placing them in her mouth, wetcunt
scurried back to kneel before her Master, as fast as her hands and knees could
take her.
Kneeling in front of her Master, drool collecting in the corners of her mouth,
starting to leak down her chin, wetcunt simply waited for her Master to take
them out, feeling His eyes on her, watching her drool all over herself. "Hold
those milkbags that you haul around up for Me cunt, W/we need to get them ready
for the punishment that they have coming later." Placing her hands under each
one of her milkbags, wetcunt shivered knowing from experience the effect
clothespins had on her cunt. Knowing that she didn't have permission to slop
yet, realizing that because she had forgotten to refill her Master's coffee cup,
permission was going to be withheld for longer, wetcunt didn't know if she would
be able to control herself once the clothespins were in place. Slowly taking the
first clothespin out of her mouth, her Master pulling hard on her left tit,
placed the clothespin deep on the tit. Groaning, both from the pain of the
clothespin and from the knowledge that because her Master didn't set it at the
tip of her tit, He intended for her to wear the clothespin for a while. One by
one, wetcunt's Master took the clothespins out of her mouth, placing three on
each milkbag, one deep on each tits and two on the edge of the aureole. While
wetcunt wanted desperately to wipe the drool from her chin, her Master chuckled
saying, "That's how a slut should look, drooling for her Master's cock, her
milkbags kept at attention, but your Master's cock will have to wait until you
have scrubbed the floor, cunt. Now start at the far corner and make sure that
you do a good job cunt. Those clothespins will come off as you finish each
section after I have inspected it. If you have done a good job, then one will
come off each milkbag, if not, that pair won't come off until you have finished
the whole job. The section over by the door will get the one off the left side
of your milkbags."
Crawling on the floor, groaning as her milkbags swayed with each movement,
wetcunt crawled over to the bucket to push it toward the first section. "No,
leave it here by Me wetcunt, you know how you begged Me to help you with your
exercise. Having to crawl back and forth to the bucket will be good exercise for
you cunt. Now get started." Wetting the brush, wetcunt crawled over toward the
door and started to scrub, her milkbags swaying with each movement, the
clothespins having their usual effect, her already dripping greedy cunt leaking
more. "don't make more work for yourself by dripping cunt snot on the floor
slut. you'll just have to lick it up if you do and won't that be fun, those
pinned milkbags hitting the floor." Working faster, starting to drip not only
cunt juice but sweat, wetcunt scrubbed from the back door up to the front of the
refrigerator, having to make many trips back and forth to the bucket to rinse
the brush out. "Stop that's the first section. Are you happy with your work on
it cunt?" Looking up and down the length of where she had scrubbed, the sweat
dripping into her eyes making it hard to see, wetcunt couldn't see anything that
she hadn't scrubbed, the whole section shined. "yes Master, wetcunt is happy
with this section" "Well then let Me look."
Kneeling, waiting while her Master inspected the completed section, wetcunt
could feel the sweat and cuntjuice leak down her thighs, pooling beneath her.
"That's much better wetcunt, hold those milkbags up for Me, so I can take the
left ones off." Biting her lips to keep from screaming, wetcunt made a high
pitched keening sound when the first pair of clothespins was removed. "Thank You
Master." "Don't thank Me yet, you're not done. First kneel down and lick up that
pool of cunt juice and sweat, then stand up now, refill the bucket with fresh
water, put it back in front of me near the table, then wipe your face off to get
the sweat out of your eyes and begin again, from the refrigerator to in front of
the stove. This section is for the right pair."
Kneeling down, her tortured tits screaming as they brushed the floor, wetcunt
quickly lapped up the pool of cunt juice and sweat. Then going quickly back to
work, crawling back and forth repeatedly to clean the scrub brush, wetcunt's
milkbags starting to scream for relieve from the clothespins, she hurried to
finish the next section. Panting loudly, moaning with each movement, wetcunt
stopped once she had finished scrubbing up to the front of the stove. "Finished
the next section wetcunt?" her Master said while sipping on His coffee. Trying
to catch her breath, to control the moans coming from her mouth, moans of sharp
arousal and sharp pain, wetcunt stammered "yyyyes Master." "Very good, very good
indeed wetcunt, kneel up here and hold up those milkbags." Gasping loudly as the
second pair once removed, the sweat still pouring down from wetcunt's face,
wetcunt whispered once more "Thank You Master."
"One more section and then you will be done cunt, but you look like you could
use a drink. Will give you a choice here, either water from the sink now, but
wearing that last pair while you lap it out of your dog bowl, or water from the
toilet later, but no more clothespins on." wetcunt thought a moment, the
humiliation of drinking toilet water versus any more additional time with the
clothespins on her tits. "Later please Master." "Okay, your choice, should have
known it would have been the toilet water, you being the pisswhore that you are.
Refill the bucket one more time and get started. The finish line is in sight."
Moving as quickly as her tired knees and screaming milkbags allowed, wetcunt
scrubbed the last section out to the entrance to the living room. Each movement,
a grunt or groan slipped past her lips, tears starting to run down the sides of
her cheeks, finally wetcunt put the scrub brush into the bucket after finishing
the last section. Kneeling quietly waiting for her Master's permission to speak,
her head bowed, sweat pouring from her entire body, wetcunt heard the words that
every slut hopes for. "EXTREMELY WELL DONE slut, you have stretched the pain
that you can bear very well this morning. your Master is EXTREMELY proud of you
cunt. Hold those milkbags up to take off the last pair." Screaming as the blood
rushed back into her tits, wetcunt's heart was pounding not so much from the
physical exertion as from the joy of pleasing her Master.
"Guess you need that drink now." With that her Master, realizing how little
energy wetcunt had left, walked over to where her dog bowl was sitting, took it
over to the bathroom and filled it with toilet water. Placing it on the floor,
back in its spot, "Go ahead, drink up slut." Wearily crawling over to the dog
bowl, wetcunt's cunt quivering from just the thought of lapping up toilet water,
wetcunt lowered her head and repeatedly lapped the toilet water from her slut
bowl until it was dry. When it was dry, wetcunt kneeled back up, and heard her
Master tell her to turn around. her Master had pulled a kitchen chair out into
the living room and had been sitting on it washing His slut drain its
toilet-water filled dog bowl dry. "thirsty were you slut? Well, because you have
been such a good slut in cleaning the kitchen, your Master has something else to
quench your thirst. Crawl over here and drink down your Master's cum. Then W/we
will finish cleaning up around here."
wetcunt's sore knees were forgotten as the cum hungry slut crawled over to take
her Master's cock into her mouth. The pleasure of feeling her Master's cock deep
in her mouth, running her tongue over it, tasting the precum, had wetcunt
forgetting all about her sore tits. her sore knees, the punishments still to
come. wetcunt's efforts were soon rewarded as her Master came deep in her mouth
and throat. Gulping down her Master's cum, continuing to suckle the cum from His
cock, wetcunt smiled from being able to please her Master. "Thank You Master,"
wetcunt whispered after she finished cleaning her Master's cock. "you're welcome
slut. you've done very well this morning. W/we will take care of the punishments
that you have coming after finishing cleaning up. I think that W/we could both
use a shower and you have your pisswhore toilet to clean out."
"Go get your pisswhore toilet, and carry it into the bathroom slut. your Master
is going to watch you take one of those piss showers that you have to take every
week. First plug up the tub, then climb in, then turn toward Me so I can see my
pisswhore take its shower. After you have poured that piss-filled toilet over
your head, you are going to lay in a pool off your own piss while I finish up
some things out here. When I'm done with what I have to do, I'll be back in here
and then you will finally get to slop, laying in a pool of your own piss, finger
fucking yourself until you are about ready to slop and then Master will add His
piss to yours. do you understand cunt. you're not allowed to slop until Master
is pissing on your cunt." "yes Master, wetcunt understands Master."
Crawling on just her knees, carrying her piss pail, wet cunt crawled into the
bathroom and set the pail down inside the tub. Then reaching into the tub,
wetcunt plugged up the drain and then crawled into the tub turning around to
face her Master. "Wait cunt, W/we need pictures, also when you are done emptying
that piss toilet over your head, while you are waiting for Me to finish what I
need to do, you are to be wearing that toilet, licking the inside. Do you
understand cunt?" Shivering in the cold tub, wetcunt stuttered "yyyess Master,
it will be done Master." "I know it will cunt, or you will be one very unhappy
slut." "okay, now look at Me and take you toilet pisswhore up over your head,
hold it there looking at Me." wetcunt took its pail and held it over its head,
eyes and cunt leaking from having to look at its Master while waiting to pour
its piss pail over its head. "Beg for it slut, beg to have your Master let you
pour you piss all over your body, beg to have your Master let you lay in a pool
of your own piss so that you can get to slop, beg to have your Master let you
lick the inside of your filthy piss toilet clean." wetcunt, her arms shaking,
her voice shaking, her face and cunt burning with shame, stammered out "Please
Master, please let Your pisswhore cover itself with its own piss for You Master.
Please Master Your pisswhore begs to be allowed to wallow in its own piss like
the piss pig it is Master. Please Master please let Your piss pig lap clean its
own piss toilet. Please Master, may Your pisswhore humiliate itself this way for
You Master?"
"I guess if you are that much of a humiliation slut and pisswhore that you need
to wallow like a piss pig in your own piss, then go ahead cunt. Keep your eyes
on Me and open as long as you can cunt, I want to see the look in your eyes
right before the piss comes running down your face." Looking hard at the camera
in front of her Master's face, wetcunt slowly turned the bucket over her head,
drenching her hair, her face, her milkbags, covering her body with her own piss,
the whole time hearing click after click of the camera. Gasping when the cold
piss hit her body, wetcunt's mouth filled with piss as it drained down to pool
in the tub. "Very good My pisswhore, now stay kneeling there, let me finish with
these pictures." After a few more shots, wetcunt's Master said, " Now put your
toilet over your head cunt and lap it clean, turning it from time to time until
I get back."
The time seemed to drag on, kneeling in its own piss, turning to toilet around
its head, feeling like a complete and toilet piss pig, fighting the urge to hump
the air, so aroused by the feel of the piss and the humiliation, wetcunt could
feel itself going deeper and deeper into subspace as it licked its toilet
feverishly. Finally wetcunt's Master came back and reaching down took wetcunt's
toilet off of her head. "Now lay back in that pool of your cold piss, spread
your legs and watch your Master while you finger fuck yourself to the point of
almost slopping. When you are just about to go over the edge, pull your hands
back, spread your cunt lips and slop while your Master pisses on your cunt. Do
you understand slut?" So lost in subspace, wetcunt had to fight hard to be able
to answer, "yyyeesss Mmmmmaster"
Laying back, shivering from the cold tub and the cold piss, wetcunt's hands dove
toward her cunt, one hand playing with her clit, the other hand three fingers
went into her sloppy, dripping cunt, humping her hands, groaning, grunting like
an animal, like the piss pig that she is. Very quickly, wetcunt pulled her hands
away and spread her cunt lips, arching up her cunt as far as possible to receive
her Master's piss, spasming violently the second her Master's piss hit her clit,
slopping loudly again and again, writhing in a pool of piss, until finally
getting to catch her breath.
Whimpering, limbs still shaking, finally able to get enough control over herself
to try to speak, wetcunt stammered through a very weak "Thank You Master."
"you're welcome cunt, now don't you think W/we both need a shower." "yyyess
MMMMMaster, just not sure if wetcunt will be able to stand." "don't worry cunt,
I'll take care of you. Open the drain cunt. Time to get cleaned up."
