Chapter 11 -- Practice Test (part 5)
As wetcunt knelt waiting, the thought of her Master fucking her shithole had her
cunt dripping madly. her Master knew how much that aroused her, as well as the
fact that she could slop simply from having her shithole fucked. she thought of
how loudly she slopped, how she groans and grunts like a total fuckpig when her
shithole is fucked, and she wondered what the audience listening would think.
The more wetcunt thought of the coming humiliation, the wetter her cunt got.
when wetcunt was almost completely lost in her thoughts, she heard the beeping
of the door as her Master used His key to enter the room. wetcunt wanted
desperately to speak to Him, to look at Him, but knew that she was to hold her
position in silence until her Master said otherwise. As her Master entered the
room, wetcunt heard her Master pick up the phone and ask for room service,
specifically asking to speak to Charles. "How soon, and how many?" wetcunt heard
her Master ask. The quick reply of "very good," told wetcunt nothing,
intensifying her curiosity.
"Seems My fuckpig will have quite an audience today as Master fucks its
shithole. Make Me proud fuckpig. W/we will be starting shortly. Until your
audience gets here, turn around here fuckpig and get your Master's cock good and
wet as that is the only lubrication that will be on it." wetcunt quickly crawled
around to face her Master's cock, taking it deeply in her mouth, wetcunt started
to wet her Master's cock from its tip to His balls. Over and over again, wetcunt
lifted her head to lubricate the entire length of her Master's cock. After a few
minutes a knock was heard at the door, wetcunt's Master called out, "The door is
unlocked, come inside guys, stop in the sitting room area. Turn around cunt and
raise that stuffed ass. Reach back and take that shithole plug out, lay it on
the bed next to you, cunt, and then spread those slut ass cheeks for Master."
As wetcunt moved to do as her Master directed, all she could think about was how
many room service guys were in the next room hearing the paces that her Master
was putting her through. wetcunt felt her Master's cock slowly fill her
stretched shithole, as He slowly pushed it in inch by inch. Once His balls were
flat against wetcunt's ass, wetcunt's Master growled, "Now fuck my cock with
that shithole, slut." As wetcunt started to move her shithole up and down the
length of her Master's cock, she started to moan and groan in pleasure. "That's
it cunt, grunt like the fuckpig you are, just from having your shithole fucked."
As wetcunt's Master continued to humiliate wetcunt verbally, her arousal grew
stronger and stronger until she was squealing as she slopped from the
combination of her Master's words in her ears and her Master's cock in her
shithole. wetcunt slopped repeatedly as she moved feverishly on her Master's
cock until wetcunt heard her Master groan as He came, filling her shithole with
cum. wetcunt started to repeatedly thank her Master for using her shithole, for
letting her slop as T/they both caught their breath. After wetcunt's Master had
finished catching His breath, He reached down to the shithole plug lying on the
bed and pushed it back into place trapping His cum in wetcunt's shithole. "Clean
off Master's cock like a good fuckpig should cunt," and wetcunt heard the bed
creak as she crawled around to face her Master's cock. Bending down low, wetcunt
took her Master's cock deep into her mouth, lapping it completely clean of cum
and lubricant. "Turn around cunt, plugged shithole toward the end of the bed,
get face down with that ass raised, legs spread wide so that shithole plug can
be clearly seen."
After wetcunt moved into that position, she heard her Master zip up His pants
and call the room service guys into the room with them. wetcunt could feel
herself turning beet red, feeling the stares of each of the room service guys,
knowing that they knew her shithole was full of cum. The humiliation of that
moment, the thought of all those strangers looking at her cum-filled, plugged
shithole had wetcunt's cunt dripping down her thighs. wetcunt's humiliation and
arousal grew even stronger as her Master started talking about her directing
even more attention to her. "So what did you think of My slut's performance. Did
you all hear her squeal like the fuckpig that I've trained her to be just from
getting her shithole fucked?" wetcunt wanted desperately to sink into the
bedspread, hide her face, just be anywhere but right there as the room service
guys started to comment. "her squeals made me so fucking hard, almost came in my
pants just from listening to her get ass fucked," said one voice wetcunt didn't
recognize. wetcunt could hear Charles say to the group, "Didn't I tell you guys,
this is one kinky slut." As more of the room service guys spoke, wetcunt lost
track of the number of different voices, so she couldn't tell how many of them
had been in the other room listening to her Master fuck her shithole. "Thank the
men, cunt for helping your Master with your training." Wetcunt turned her head
to the side and softly said, "Thank You Sirs, for helping to train Master's
fuckpig." A loud "you're welcome slut" was the response before wetcunt heard her
Master start directing them toward the door.
wetcunt felt her legs shake as she felt herself starting to drop back from
subspace. "I'm going to give you a few minutes to compose yourself cunt before
W/we continue with today's planned activities. you may sit down on the bed
cunt." wetcunt quietly whispered, "Thank You Master" as she moved from her
shaking legs to sit down on the bed. "you did very well cunt, your Master is
very pleased. you gave great pleasure to both Him and those listening in the
other room, just like a good fuckpig should." wetcunt lifted her drooping head
and smiled at her Master's comment. "Thank You Master, your fuckpig wants
greatly to please You Master." "Well, wetcunt, you have been doing an excellent
job on your practice test so far. There are a couple of more tasks to finish
before the test is done. I know that you will make your Master proud." "yes
Master. Thank You Master," was wetcunt's quick reply.
After a few more minutes of quiet conversation wetcunt's Master said, "All right
slut, it is time to get dressed. W/we are going out. Go fix your hair and makeup
in the bathroom, then return to Me to get dressed. Oh, and bring your toilet
with you when you come out. It will be the last time you will be allowed to piss
for a while, so you better take advantage of it." wetcunt crawled down from the
bed and started to crawl into the bathroom when she heard her Master say, "you
may walk this time, cunt." wetcunt stood up and walked to the bathroom. On
arriving at the bathroom, wetcunt looked at her flushed, sweaty face and mussed
hair and thought that she looked like a slut who had just had the shit fucked
out of her. Chuckling to herself at that thought, wetcunt started to fix her
hair and makeup, reapplying the heavy eye make-up and bright red lipstick. While
wetcunt was fixing her slut make-up, she thought she heard her Master talking,
but couldn't figure out whom He would be talking to. Once she was finished,
wetcunt bent down to pick up her toilet and walked back into the living room.
"Set that down over here and beg for permission to use it before W/we go out.
After you're done using your toilet, pisswhore, just carry it back into the
bathroom, empty your toilet and then come back." The matter-of fact way that her
Master had her beg for permission to piss made wetcunt feel more the slave than
anything else her Master had done up to this point. Reinforcing that she needed
permission for even the most basic of needs.
After returning from emptying her toilet, wetcunt stood before her Master
waiting for His instructions. "I want to see My slut in her shortest leather
slut skirt, the one that barely covers your slut ass. But first I want to see My
slut standing there with nothing but thigh highs and the black heels." wetcunt
quivered as she moved to start dressing for her Master, slowly softly pulling
each thigh high up her leg so that her wet cunt was framed on both sides by the
lace of her stockings. Then stepping up, she fit her feet into the 6-inch black
stiletto heels and moved to stand at attention before her Master, legs spread
wide, cunt dripping madly. "Very nice, cunt, very nice indeed. Now turn around,
I need to see how much of the billboard from yesterday is still showing on your
back." wetcunt slowly turned around and then stood with her back toward her
Master. "Not bad, you got most of it off. Someone would have to be really close
to see those markings. W/we can leave it like that. Now the skirt, cunt."
wetcunt pulled the tight leather skirt into place, the hem of the skirt ending
an inch from the lace of the thigh high hose. "Oh wonderful, you look such the
slut, cunt. Now kneel down, crawl over between Master's legs and lift those
milkbags up to Me." wetcunt dropped to her knees and crawled by inches toward
her Master until she knelt between His knees. Placing a hand beneath each
milkbag, wetcunt lifted them up toward her Master. After pulling wetcunt's right
nipple out firmly bringing it to peak erection, wetcunt's Master pushed a clear
orthodontic rubber band down to the base of wetcunt's right nipple forcing it to
stay erect. Then pulling on wetcunt's left nipple, her Master fastened another
rubber band over the left nipple, pushing it down to the base. "Let go of those
milkbags cunt," wetcunt's Master ordered. As wetcunt released her milkbags, she
noticed a thin filament connecting the two rubber bands forcing her milkbags to
stay close together. "Get up, cunt and jog in place until I tell you to stop."
As wetcunt jogged in place, she could feel the filament and rubber bands pulling
on each of her tits, as her milkbags flopped around in response to her jogging.
"Excellent, now stop cunt. The sheer silk blouse now cunt, only button the last
two buttons." After wetcunt had put on the silk blouse and buttoned the buttons
her Master would allow, wetcunt's Master snapped a couple of pictures of
wetcunt. "Go look at yourself in the mirror slut and tell Me what you see."
wetcunt groaned as she saw herself in the mirror looking like a complete and
utter slut. "A slut Master, i see a cheap whore Master." "Just the image I
wanted cunt, now kneel down and lift your head."
As wetcunt kneeled down, she saw her Master pull the leather leash off of the
toy table. As wetcunt's Master stood before her ready to attach the leash, He
looked deeply into wetcunt's eyes. He could see the swirling thoughts, the oh my
god look on her face at the thought of being led from a hotel like this by a
leash looking like a 5-dollar whore. "Look at Me cunt," her Master softly said
and then waited until He saw wetcunt's mind calm. "Remember, you are mine. I
want you proud that you are My slut. you have your safe word, but remember I
promised that I would not do anything to harm you, emotionally or physically.
Trust Me cunt, make Me proud." wetcunt's Master watched as wetcunt's mind worked
through the conflicting thoughts, fighting the urge to safe word out of this,
wanting desperately to please her Master, not knowing if she could do what He
was asking her to do, then watching as a settled expression came to her face.
wetcunt's Master was filled with pride and joy as His slut quietly, calmly said,
"As You wish Master." As wetcunt's Master told her to rise, a smile came to His
face and He started to think of how He would reward her for her willingness to
stretch this way for Him. Leading wetcunt over to the stack of pictures that she
had autographed, her Master said, "Pick up the pictures, cunt. W/we have an old
friend to visit. I'm sure that He is very interested in the progress that you
have made in your training." And with that wetcunt's Master led her toward the
door, toward her greatest fear.
