Chapter 20 Cumrag, toilet paper Part 1 (Day 2 Part 2)
Chapter 20 -- Cumrag, toilet paper Part 1 (Day 2 Part 2)
After wetcunt crawled into the room away from the doorframe, she knelt in the
middle of the floor waiting for her Master's next command. "Spread those thighs
wider, cunt. Kneel up," her Master commanded as He handed her the breakfast that
He had brought with Him. "Master, wants to see His toilet paper's sloppy cunt
while it eats its breakfast. After breakfast Master will check out your cumrag
report, it will be how well you did on that report that will determine much of
the course of this day, cunt."
As wetcunt knelt eating at her Master's feet, she could feel His intense gaze as
if it were a laser beam burning its way down into her soul. "Look at Me, cunt."
As wetcunt looked up, her Master continued, "This next part of your training
will take you to lower depths of humiliation than you have gone so far. It will
take you to the depths that you have been looking for, begging for, craving for
most of your life, cunt. For that reason, Master wants to be absolutely sure
before W/we begin that you understand the respect and love He has for you as a
person and the concern He has for you as His slut, fuckpig. Do you understand,
cunt?" Quietly wetcunt replied, "Yes Master." "Good, then crawl over and put
your trash in the trash can and bring back the report on what a cumrag is used
for, so that Master can see how this day will proceed."
After wetcunt crawled over to the trash and then brought back her revised report
on being a cumrag, she knelt and waited for her Master's instructions feeling
the weight of His gaze like a heavy blanket settling over her, helping her to
drop into sub-space. "Hand Me the report, cunt, and then kneel face down to the
floor, lips on Master's boots while Master reads this report." wetcunt handed
her Master her revised report and immediately lowered her head to the floor and
pressed her lips on His boots, settling further into sub-space with each passing
moment, feeling herself falling as her Master ever so slowly read and re-read
her report. wetcunt had no idea how much time had passed when her Master told
her to kneel up, but keep her eyes lowered. "The report will do, cunt. you will
soon be allowed to be the cumrag that you crave to be, but not today, cunt.
Today, what are you?" wetcunt opened her mouth to answer but couldn't make
herself say it. "Answer, Me. What are you?" her Master barked. Stammering,
wetcunt answered, "ttttoilet paper, Master." "That wasn't very well done. By the
time, I'm done with you this weekend, toilet paper, you will know what you are
and you will readily tell anyone I command you to tell exactly what you are.
What are you?" More quickly this time, but still stammering "tttoilet paper,
Master."
"I can see I will have to work on that now. Crawl up unto the dresser, raise
your head and look straight at your sign. you will look at that sign until you
KNOW what it is you are, until you are proud of what it is you are for Master."
After wetcunt crawled up into position and raised her head, looking straight at
the mirror, the sign around her neck looked huge. her eyes began to tear up as
she looked intently at the sign describing what she was, describing what she
craved to be. The silence in the room was deafening as she focused on the sign.
"What are you," her Master asked. "toilet paper, Master." Immediately her Master
asked again, "What are you?" Over and over again, her Master asked wetcunt what
she was and over and over again, faster each time, louder each time, wetcunt
responded "toilet paper, Master." wetcunt had no idea how much time had passed
when her Master stopped repeating the question and said something different. "I
think My toilet paper needs something more personal than a sign around its neck
to say what it is. Take off that sign, toilet paper and take this marker and
write in big bold letters all over those milkbags, belly and cunt what it is you
are, as many times as it will fit." wetcunt took off the sign, lowering it to
the dresser and taking the marker from her Master started to write the words
toilet paper all down the length of her body so that the whole front of her body
from her tits down to her cunt were covered with the words toilet paper. One
more time wetcunt's Master asked her, "What are you?" "Your toilet paper,
Master."
"Very well said, toilet paper. Master thinks it is time for His toilet paper to
do its job. Crawl down from the dresser and kneel down at Master's feet and beg
Master to be His toilet paper. And look at Master's eyes while you beg toilet
paper. Also because toilet paper when it sticks to someone's shoes is dragged
along, crawl over here on your belly toilet paper." Crawling down from the
dresser, sinking down to her belly, wetcunt dragged herself over to her Master's
feet, dropping deeper and deeper with each inch she crawled. "No, don't kneel
up, toilet paper has no knees, lift your head toilet paper from your position on
the floor and look in Master's eyes and beg to clean Master's shithole like good
toilet paper should." Laying stomach down to the floor, slightly raising her
head to look up, wetcunt started repeatedly begging to lick her Master's
shithole clean. Over and over she begged, groveling at her Master's feet for
permission to lick His shithole, until wetcunt truly felt like toilet paper
begging to be used. When her Master heard the change in her voice, when she had
truly "become" toilet paper, her Master spoke, "All right toilet paper, you will
get what you have begged for, slither up on the bed with your head near the end
of the bed, while Master prepares to use His toilet paper."
wetcunt slithered up on the bed, her grasp of time lost, deep in sub-space,
eagerly waiting for the chance to be the toilet paper she craved to be. As her
Master stood up and walked over to the bed, He undid His belt and lowered His
pants down, just as He would if He were taking a shit. Walking over to the edge
of the bed, bending over slightly, He said, "Push up from the bed, toilet paper
and start cleaning Master's shithole." The contrast of being naked while her
Master was fully clothed and pushing up to see just her Master's ass in front of
her face, caused wetcunt to groan and her cunt to burn furiously. Lifting her
head higher, straining to reach, wetcunt started lapping at the crack of her
Master's ass, pushing her nose deeper into the crack trying to get her tongue
into her Master's shithole. "Reach up toilet paper and spread Master's ass
cheeks, Master wants to feel His toilet paper's tongue deep in His shithole."
Once wetcunt had spread her Master's ass cheeks, she pushed forward and buried
her tongue deep in His shithole, lapping, licking, fucking His shithole with her
tongue, losing herself in the humiliation of it. Groaning as she pushed deeper
with each passing moment until her Master moaned, "Stop. Lower that head toilet
paper." As wetcunt lowered her head back to the level of the bed, she heard her
Master turn around and felt Him grab her hair and wrap it around the end of His
cock. Stroking His cock, wetcunt's Master quickly covered her hair with His cum.
After catching His breath, her Master said, "toilet paper also gets used to hold
Master's cum when He doesn't have His cumrag and to clean off the drippings
after He's cum." Releasing her hair, her Master ordered, "Head up, toilet paper
and clean off the drippings of Master's cum." wetcunt lifted her head slightly
and lapped the head of her Master's cock clean and then lowered her head again
to the bed when her Master said to stop.
"I think My toilet paper is not where its supposed to be. Tell Me toilet paper,
where do you belong. Where do people normally put used toilet paper?" "In the
toilet, Master," wetcunt quickly replied. "Then I think that is where Master's
used toilet paper should be. Slither down from the bed and into the bathroom and
put the used portion of Master's toilet paper where it belongs." wetcunt groaned
softly as she slithered from the bed and onto the floor, the carpet pulling at
her tits as she slithered into the bathroom, barely feeling the cold from the
tiles as she slithered up the toilet, knowing that she would soon be dunking her
cum-soaked hair into the dirty piss water in the toilet, feeling herself sink
deeper and deeper, more and more aroused with each inch she slithered. Kneeling
up, wetcunt lowered her head into the toilet, pushing her head deep into the
stale piss water. wetcunt didn't know how long she knelt there with her head
deep in the toilet before she could hear her Master walk up behind her. "Oh look
at that piece of used toilet paper floating in the piss water, it looks like
someone forgot to flush the toilet after using it." wetcunt didn't think she
could sink any lower until she heard her Master say that.
wetcunt was so lost in sub-space that she wasn't really aware of what her Master
planned to do next until she heard Him left the seat and felt Him straddle her
body. "Let's see if I can hit the piece of toilet paper," wetcunt heard her
Master say right before He started covering her hair with His piss. The instant
that wetcunt felt her Master's piss hit her hair, she slopped violently and
continued to slop over and over again until her Master was finished pissing.
Stepping back away from wetcunt and zipping up His pants, wetcunt's Master said,
"Stay as you are toilet paper until I come back in to the bathroom, then Master
will help His toilet paper clean up and will take you out for the rest of the
day for doing such a good job."
