Wet Weekend
Part 5
wetcunt felt so cherished and special because of the care that her Master gave
her during the morning shower, taking care to wash her well, have her wash Him.
It almost made her forget the punishments that she had in store. Except her
Master reminded her of them just as the shower was ending. "cunt after W/we are
finished here, the first of your punishments will take place. I'm sure your tits
haven't had enough time to completely recover from the clothespins, which will
make the tit punishment you have coming much more pleasant. Don't you think so
cunt?" wetcunt not knowing how to answer, replied "As You say Master." "When
W/we're done drying off, you are to crawl out to the living room, get a pillow
from the sofa, put it up on the living room table, then crawl up on the table,
kneel on the pillow and wait for Me with your hands behind your neck cunt. Those
milkbags have some punishment coming to them." "Yes Master." "Now kneel down
there and dry your Master off cunt." Lovingly as possible, wetcunt dried her
Master off from His shower, wanting to touch Him, realizing that other than for
drying off purposes, she had not been given permission, she stopped herself from
stroking Him as she might have wished. Once Her Master's body was dry, He said,
"Hand me that towel cunt, I need it for my hair, then crawl out to the living
room and get in position. Take your pisswhore toilet back out and put it in
place before getting up on the table. you may use it if you need to before your
milkbag punishment." "Yes Master, Thank You Master" whispered wetcunt, afraid
with the tit punishment to come that she might have pissed on herself through
fear.
Crawling into the other room, putting her piss toilet back in place, squatting
over it to use it, wetcunt shivered in part from the cold air on her wet body,
but mostly in fear of what lay ahead. Master had flogged her milkbags and tits
before, but never as many as she had coming this time. Quickly arranging the
pillow on the table and crawling up on the table, wetcunt got into position with
her arms raised and her hands behind her neck. she could hear her Master
whistling to Himself as He got dressed. The wait was excruciating, all she could
think about was the punishment that she had to face, 65 lashes to each milkbag.
wetcunt could feel her arms were already tired from scrubbing the kitchen floor,
her milkbags were already sore from the clothespins that she had had to wear
while doing so.
wetcunt couldn't tell how much time had passed, it seemed like an eternity. she
knew her Master was deliberately dragging the time out to build a greater sense
of fear and anticipation in her, but even knowing that didn't help stop the
rising fear. Knowing that because this was a punishment that safewords were out
made the fear even worse. she couldn't help wondering if she hadn't brought the
candle if all this would not have been an issue. her Master finally walked over
to the living room, but still did not pay any attention to her, walked past her
into the bathroom to hang up the towel, then returned to the bedroom still
whistling to Himself. wetcunt could hear Him rummaging around in His bag getting
something and started to think, "finally, finally W/we will get started and get
this over with." But still He waited until wetcunt thought she would scream,
tears already welling up in her eyes from the building anticipation, then He
finally walked into the living room carrying His flogger and a roll of
electrical tape.
"I promised you something this morning for not drinking down all of your
Master's piss this morning like a good little urinal should." As He is talking,
wetcunt's Master is starting to pull a strip of electrical tape from the roll.
"If you are wondering if this is part of the punishment for the candle, it is
possible that could be part of it, but it is mostly that when your Master allows
you to serve Him in anyway that you should do a good job. And doing a half-assed
job brings about certain consequences. Right slut?" "yyyesss Master." "Don't
worry cunt, W/we will deal with the candle later, your Master won't forget.
Though you probably wish He would. Don't you slut?" "ummm, don't know Master."
"Arch your back now slut, push those milkbags out, this tape will make them
EXTREMELY sensitive, make the coming punishment sooooo much more effective."
Arching her back hard, pressing her milkbags out, wetcunt's Master started to
wrap the electrical tape around the base of each milkbag, around and around
until each milkbag had ballooned out, the blood trapped in, the nipples erect.
"AAAAhhhhh much better, now how many strokes do you have coming slut?"
Stammering wetcunt said "65 to each milkbag Master." Knowing full well that her
Master knew but was increasing the pressure by making her answer. "Oh yes, 65
per milkbag, hmmm should W/we alternate or get one milkbag finished before
started with the other. Decisions, decisions, a Master's work is never done."
wetcunt remained silent, her arms shaking from holding them behind her head for
so long, knowing that the pain in her arms was going to be forgotten very soon.
Wanting desperately to beg for her Master to please just get started, knowing
she would get additional punishment if she did so. Tears already flowing, even
though one stroke had not yet fallen, the pressure of the situation drawing them
from her. Also knowing as her Master waited, debating, that more pressure was
building up in her milkbags, which was going to make the tit punishment worse.
Finally hearing her Master say, "Think that W/we will alternate, 10 on each for
6 times and then the last time 5 on one side and then the last 5 on the other.
Anything to say before W/we start cunt?" "Tttthank Yyyyou Master for
disciplining Your slut." "hhhmmmm wondering if you will be thanking Me later
slut."
With that her Master stepped back, "Remember slut, you are to count each one
stroke to each milkbag." "Yyyyes Master." Raising His arm back, down came the
flogger on her right milkbags "one Master," said wetcunt. Down came the flogger
again this time just clipping the end of wetcunt's left nipple. "Ttttwo Master."
Again and again it fell, "three, four, five" until wetcunt finally said ten for
the first time. "One down, only 11 more ten counts to go cunt." Stepping over in
front of the right milkbags her Master's arm started its steady pace again "one,
two, three.....until reaching ten." wetcunt already sweating, tears flowing,
panting lightly.
Moving back to the left side without comment, wetcunt's Master started again.
This time the counting was harder, filler with more gasps, more stuttering, more
groans. Finally reaching ten, wetcunt's Master moved back to the right side and
started again. wetcunt's moan-filled counting, panting breaths and the slap of
the leather against wetcunt's milkbags the only sounds in the room. Over and
over again the word ten, a quick moving of position and then the sound of the
slapping leather starting again, until wetcunt couldn't tell how many strokes
her screaming milkbags had received and how many more she had left to endure.
her counts more ragged gasps of pain than coherent counting. Finally getting to
ten once more, wetcunt's Master stepped back and stopped. wetcunt's arms shaking
violently, almost unable to stay kneeling, the pain in her milkbags a constant
pounding throb demanding all of her attention.
"How many do you have left cunt?" her answer taking a minute to form, afraid
that because she had no idea, she would end up receiving more punishment,
finally stammering out "i don't know Master" "Aren't you supposed to know cunt,
haven't you been counting?" "i'm sorry Master, have been counting Master, just
don't know Master." Tears pouring down wetcunt's face even harder, hardly able
to keep kneeling for shaking so hard, wanting desperately to beg "please Master,
please no more because i don't know," but knowing that to do so would ensure
more, biting her lips hard to keep from saying it. Finally hearing her Master
say, "That was sixty each cunt, only 5 left on each milkbag. Those I will be
counting because you will be screaming too hard to count at all. The last 5 will
be the hardest so far cunt, so I will give you a minute to try to catch your
breath and get your ass back in position to receive them."
Struggling with every ounce of willpower that she possessed, wet cunt
straightened and arched her back, pushed her milkbags out to receive the last
ten flogger strokes. Desperately she tried to catch her breath or at least slow
her tears before the next 10 fell. "Ready slut?" wetcunt nodded, her voice
failing her for a moment than stuttered out a "yyyes MMMMMaster am ready."
"you've done well so far bearing your punishment cunt, not much more to go."
Using those words to gain strength for the last 10, wetcunt took a deep breath
just as her Master's arm went back and the flogger crashed down right at the end
of her left nipple. her scream filled the room as her Master counted one.
Struggling hard to stay in place, shaking from the effort, tearing flowing like
a river down her cheeks, wetcunt gasped in another breath before screaming again
when Master's arm fell harder still. "Two." The scream not ending before the
next number was sounded off. "Three." Nothing holding wetcunt in place but the
force of her Master's will that she get through this. "Four." Finally Master's
voice saying "Five." "Last five wetcunt," and with that her Master's arm rising
again and coming crashing down hard on the end of her right nipple. her throat
too raw from screaming to make much more noise, her mouth open wide in a silent
scream, as her Master counted "One." Pants filling the air, keening like a
wounded animal as her Master counted "Two." wetcunt lost in the pain, not even
hearing her Master say "Three" or "Four", only hearing the word that she was
holding herself together at all to hear "Five, W/we're done cunt."
All strength draining out of her body almost instantly, the only thing keeping
wetcunt from falling was her Master's hand holding her up. "Well done, cunt,
hopefully this is a lesson that you will not need repeated. When Master has you
serve as a urinal, do you now know what you are to do, cunt?" "yyyyess
MMMMMaster," wetcunt stammered through her tears. "W/we'll get this tape off and
then I will let you have a drink cunt and some time to recover before lunch."
wetcunt surprised by His reference to lunch, not realizing how much time had
passed. Slowly her Master unwinds the tape from around her milkbags, pulling on
the tender skin, the blood rushing back in and out, her pain increasing as the
blood flow returns. Helping her down from the table, wetcunt sank to her hands
and knees, unable even to stay up on all fours, looking more like a rag doll
tossed on the floor. wetcunt's Master filled her dog bowl with water and brought
it to her. "Here drink this, you need some water." wetcunt weakly lapped at the
water, her tears finally slowing down.
"Remember I told you this weekend was about being stretched. I realize that was
a stretch, but what can you tell me about the punishment that you just survived
cunt?" her Master, putting His hand under her chin, bringing her face up to look
at Him, as wetcunt said "It was more than any before Master, more intense,
longer, got more lost Master." "And you survived it didn't you cunt?" "Yes
Master" "your milkbags are going to be very sensitive and tender for a few days,
the movement of the air past your nipples is going to arouse you cunt, marked
for a little bit, but no permanent damage was done, was there cunt?" "No Master,
no permanent damage." "And you did very well cunt, your Master is proud of you
and is fairly certain that you learned the lesson He was trying to teach you. If
you had held My cock further down in your mouth while serving as My urinal this
morning, you wouldn't have spilled any of My piss. Remember that for the next
time, I choose to use you as a complete urinal, not wanting you to spill
anything." "Yes Master, will remember." Chuckling slightly, "am sure that you
will wetcunt, am sure that you will."
"After all of your exertion this morning and probably no sleep last night, I
want you to take a nap after your lunch wetcunt. I don't want you falling asleep
this evening. I have a very full evening planned for you, as well as a
punishment still to dispense for bringing the candle. W/we have often talked
about your Master adding some additional protein to your lunch, so brought some
Slimfast along so that I can do that. And so I can have the pleasure of watching
my slut drink My cum in her lunch. Don't think that after today, either O/one of
us will look at Slimfast the same way. There is also one other task that you
will have to do this afternoon after your nap and before W/we go out to dinner.
What haven't W/we done so far this time, cunt?" "Your cumrag hasn't sucked clean
Your cumrag yet Master." "Very good cunt, you remembered. So after your nap and
before W/we get ready to go out for dinner, W/we will take some pictures of My
cumrag sucking Master's dried cum from His other cumrag." "Yes Master." "you
should be rested enough now cunt to crawl out to the kitchen and get a can of
Slimfast out of the frig, also get one of those large plastic cups from the
cupboard by the sink, you may stand to do so. Then crawl back here and kneel
besides me."
Crawling out to the kitchen wetcunt quickly got a can of Slimfast and a cup and
crawled back out to where her Master was sitting. "Hand Me the can and the cup
cunt, and then with your mouth open My pants and prepare your Master to feed you
His cum." Kneeling forward after handing the can and cup to her Master, wetcunt
struggled to grasp the zipper with her teeth, finally getting a hold of it, she
pulled it down releasing her Master's cock. Then gently, tenderly she took her
Master's cock into her mouth, lapping at the slit, running her tongue around the
head of her Master's cock, losing herself in the feel of His cock in her mouth.
Sucking her Master's cock deep into her mouth and throat, then rising back up
until just the head of His cock was in her mouth, before lowering her head once
more. The whole time wetcunt is preparing her Master's cock, she can hear Him
shaking up the Slimfast and pouring it into the cup. After hearing the can be
set down on the table, wetcunt started working harder and faster to prepare her
Master's cock, her head bobbing up and down the length of His cock faster, her
cheeks sucking in, her tongue gliding along the vein on the underside of her
Master's cock, stroking it from the base up to the head, over and over again
until her Master said "Stop." Handing wetcunt the cup, "Watch your Master jerk
off into your lunch cunt, then after I'm done, clean My cock and put Me away.
After you have done that, I want you to look your Master in the eye while you
drink His cum in your lunch."
wetcunt positioned the cup to be able to catch her Master's cum as He stroked
His cock, getting ready to jerk off into her lunch. After about a minute, her
Master started to cum and wetcunt moved the cup with each of His movements,
catching His cum in her cup of Slimfast. When her Master was finished, wetcunt,
after putting the cup on the floor, bowed her head and started lapping His cock
clean and then gently tucked it away. Then turning to look her Master straight
in the eye, wetcunt picked up the cup and lifted it to her lips. "Thank You
Master for allowing Your slut to drink Your cum for food Master. Please may
wetcunt have her lunch now Master." "yes cunt, drink your Master's cum for
lunch." With her cunt burning, knowing that she would never look at another can
of Slimfast the same way, wetcunt tipped the cup back and drank down her lunch,
Master's cum and all. Licking her lips when she was done, "Thank You Master for
wetcunt's delicious lunch Master." "you're welcome cunt. Now lick the cup clean,
then take it back out to the kitchen, rinse it out, before going in for your
nap." Turning the cup this way and that, pushing her face into the opening,
wetcunt lapped the cup clean, lapping out the last of her Master's cum from
inside the cup. Then crawling out to the kitchen, wetcunt took it out to the
kitchen and stood to rinse it out, then crawled back to her Master. "Time for
nap now cunt, you may use your toilet before going to sleep. I will wake you
when I want you to get up." "yes Master, Thank You Master," and with that
wetcunt crawled into her bed exhausted from the events of the morning.
Hours past before wetcunt's Master came over to her bed to wake her up. "Time to
wake up sleepy head. Do you feel better." Stretching, yawning, "yes Master,
Thank You Master. wetcunt feels much better Master." "Good, you will need your
strength for tonight cunt, your workout is not done for this weekend. Time for
your last chore before getting ready for the evening. Go crawl over to My bag
and get my used cumrag out of it." wetcunt quickly crawled over to her Master's
bag finding the cumrag in the side pocket.
After wetcunt crawled back, her Master said, "Now hold it up next to your face
cunt, show E/everyone the dried, crusty cumrag that My cumrag is going to suck
clean, another before and after thing." wetcunt's cunt quivered with shame as
she held up the dried cumrag next to her face. It didn't seem to matter how many
times she sucked her Master's cumrag clean, the humiliation always got to her,
always had her leaking like a faucet. "Look into the camera cunt, W/we will
block out the eyes, but the rest of that look of humiliation will be present."
After a few clicks of the camera, "Time to start sucking cunt, clean that cumrag
good, suck all of Master's old cum out of it like the cum-hungry slut you are
cunt." Wetcunt started sucking the rag working from the middle out, from the
most cum-encrusted out to the corners. The camera repeatedly clicking capturing
images of wetcunt's mouth was stuffed with the cumrag. her Master chuckling
wishing He had a video camera so that E/everyone could hear how loudly the
cum-hungry slut was sucking her Master's old dried cum. wetcunt's cheek ablaze,
her cunt dripping wildly from the humiliation of it all, until finally the rag
was soaking wet from wetcunt's saliva and was cleaned from cum. "Ready for
inspection cunt. you know what will happen if it is not clean." wetcunt took the
wet cumrag out of her mouth, looking at each inch of it to try to find any
remaining cum and when she didn't said, "yes Master, it is ready for Your
inspection." After her Master looked at it thoroughly, He handed it back to her,
"Hold it next to your face again cunt, time for the after picture." A few more
clicks of the camera and then wetcunt was told to lower the cumrag.
"Now slut, I'm going to let you go into the bathroom, you are to get ready to go
out, clean up from your exertions this morning, then put on full slut makeup,
hair done. Leave the door open and hang up the cumrag to dry. you have 20
minutes to get ready. Don't think you will be dawdling in the shower because no
hot water for you this time cunt. The cold water will cool off the wet cunt of
yours and will make sure that you don't spend too long in the shower." "Yes
Master." "Now get moving, cunt, I expect back out here in 20 minutes, hair and
makeup done."
wetcunt scurried away, crawling as quickly as her hands and knees would take
her, hung up the cumrag to dry and turned on the cold water. Stepping quickly
into the tub, the blast of cold water causing her to gasp, wetcunt hurried
through her shower as fast as possible. Showering in record time, wetcunt got
out, shivering, goose bumps all over her body and quickly dried off and got her
makeup bag out. After quickly shaving her legs and cunt, making sure they were
baby smooth, wetcunt dried her hair, plugged in the curling iron and starting
putting on her makeup, very dark eye liner, shadow and mascara, red cheeks and
ruby red lipstick. Quickly curling her blonde hair, so that it looks wind
tossed, like someone freshly fucked, wetcunt finished up and crawled back into
the living room. "Nineteen minutes and 30 seconds, cunt. That was cutting it
very close. Now crawl over here, you need something on before your clothes go
on."
Crawling over to her Master, wetcunt kneeled at His feet. "Kneel up slut, hands
behind your head, arch your back, some ornaments are necessary for tonight."
With that wetcunt's Master took out a suction cup and placed it on wetcunt's
left tit, drawing it deep into the cup so that the nipple was very erect and
hard. Then sliding a band with some dental floss attached to down over the
suction cup so that it came to rest at the bottom of wetcunt's left nipple. Then
repeating the action with the right tit, so that both of wetcunt's nipples would
stand erect all night long. "Now that looks better, think that will get My slut
some attention where W/we are going today. Now crawl back over to your clothes,
stand up and get dressed." wetcunt saw that there was not much to put on, a pair
of thigh high hose, and her black halter mini dress with the slits that went
past her hips. It would be clear through the hip high slits that wetcunt was not
wearing any cuntpit covers. Standing up, wetcunt slid the thigh high hose up her
legs straightening the seam in the back, then putting on the dress, wetcunt
reached back and tied it behind her neck. Seeing her 4-inch pumps next to the
bed, wetcunt stepped into them.
Turning around to face her Master, wetcunt waited to see if He said that she was
ready. "not quite ready, are you cunt. First W/we will change collars from your
leather one to this silver one. Second, W/we need to adjust your milkbags so
that more cleavage is showing and third, W/we can't let that wet sloppy cunt go
unfilled. you may walk over here, don't want to run those hose." wetcunt walked
over to her Master, kneeled down on the pillow by His feet for the change in
collars. Then stood back up, her hands behind her back as her Master reached
into the low-cut halter and adjusted her milkbags so that the cleavage would be
sure to catch the eye of every straight man wherever they were going tonight.
"Bend over the table cunt." Bending over the table, wetcunt felt her Master flip
the back of the dress over her ass. "Spread those legs wide cunt." Spreading
wide, wetcunt felt her Master drive her black dildo deep into her soaking wet
cunt.
"Now you're ready for dinner cunt. Don't worry, Master has not forgotten about
the candle, but a candle is best used after dark. Just something more for you to
think about during dinner slut."
