Chapter 21 Cumrag, toilet paper -- Part 1 (Day 2 Part 3)
Chapter 21 -- Cumrag, toilet paper -- Part 1 (Day 2 Part 3)
After wetcunt's Master returned to the bathroom, He tenderly helped wetcunt into
the shower, washing her hair, cleaning the writing off of the front of her body,
holding her, stroking her, bringing her up from the depth of humiliation to
which she had sunk. After being washed, wetcunt was led out to the bedroom and
saw a beautiful outfit laid out on the bed for her to wear. "For the rest of the
day, W/we are just going to relax, do whatever strikes your fancy, cunt. Master
is very proud of you and wants to enjoy some time with you." So after dressing,
T/they spent an enjoyable day, walking, talking, laughing, so that wetcunt felt
cherished and treasured. After a late dinner, on T/their way back to wetcunt's
room, her Master said, "No one can stay down that far, that long without a
break, without getting to know that the fact that you wish to be toilet paper
doesn't change how Master views His slut. So you needed this day cunt so that
you could be ready for the rest of this weekend's training. So when W/we return
to your room, Master will return His toilet paper to the its natural state and
it will stay in that state until He brings it up again. Do you understand,
cunt?" wetcunt quietly answered, "Yes, Master and Thank You Master for this day
that W/we have had." "you're welcome, cunt. you've earned it. you are becoming a
very well-trained fuckpig that I am proud to call My own and soon, very soon you
and the rest of the world will be able to see that."
As soon as T/they entered the hotel room, wetcunt was commanded to strip out of
her clothes and after hanging them up told to stand at attention in the entry
way. wetcunt could hear her Master moving about the hotel room, but couldn't
figure out what He was doing. "Kneel down, cunt. Head up, eyes straight ahead.
As wetcunt knelt at attention, she felt her Master brushing back her hair and
gathering it in a ponytail. After her hair was back, wetcunt fixed straight
ahead. Then starting at the back of her neck, wetcunt felt her Master starting
to write all down the length of her back, down her arms, over her ass, down the
backs of her legs. "Lean up against the wall, cunt and then lift first your
right foot until I tell you to put it down and then the left." wetcunt fought to
stay still as her Master wrote on the soles of her feet, the tickling of the
marker driving her crazy. Then wetcunt's Master moved in front of her, and
starting at her neck continued the process down the front of her body covering
every inch, between her fingers, her toes, inside her cunt lips, until there was
not one square inch of her body that wasn't written on. Then after standing back
up from writing on the tops of her feet, wetcunt's Master held the marker up to
her face and started writing on her face. wetcunt groaned softly as her Master
covered her face with writing, fighting not to break eye contact with the wall,
wanting to say please don't write on my face. When her Master finished writing
on her face, He stepped back to inspect His handiwork, having wetcunt lift her
arms and turn them so that He could she if He had missed any spot.
"I think it is time for My slut to see how Master has decorated it. Close your
eyes, cunt. Master is going to walk you into the bathroom and when He tells you,
open your eyes and look at the decorations." After being led to the bathroom, as
wetcunt stood waiting for permission to open her eyes, she heard the jingling of
a chain and felt cold steel wrapping around her neck and heard the sound of two
locks being snapped shut. Still her Master waited to tell her to open her eyes
and wetcunt could feel the tension growing internally with each passing second.
"Now, open your eyes and see what how it is that Master sees you." As wetcunt
opened her eyes, she gasped in horror and tears came to her eyes to see every
inch of her body covered with the word toilet paper, over and over again, so
that nowhere she looked did she not see that word. "What are you," wetcunt's
Master asked? "toilet paper, Master, wetcunt quietly answered. "So why are you
still standing toilet paper, toilet paper doesn't have legs." wetcunt quickly
dropped to the floor laying flat down on her belly, face down. "And so you shall
remain until Master says otherwise. And as toilet paper, your place is next to
the toilet, chained closed by for decent people to use to clean up with after
their messy bodily functions. toilet paper doesn't get fucked, it is used to
clean up after decent people fuck. toilet paper stays where it is placed. Master
is going to be staying the night in the nice comfortable bed, but the toilet
paper stays where it is supposed to, in the bathroom, sitting on the floor
waiting for someone to pick it up and use it. But as Master can't have the
toilet paper playing with itself, hands behind your back." After wetcunt put her
hands behind her back, she felt the handcuffs snap into place and felt her
Master lift her up and set her in the corner so that her head could rest against
the wall. "Now that My toilet paper is set for the night, Master is going to
bed, rest well toilet paper."
All night, wetcunt sat on the floor of the bathroom, dozing off for minutes at a
time, the thoughts of how low she had sunk, how low she wished to go racing in
her head. The phone ringing in the other room startled wetcunt awake, her
shoulder muscles tight from having her hands cuffed behind her all night,
wetcunt wondered what time it was and who was on the phone. "Company will be
coming soon, have to get ready for her," wetcunt's Master said as He stepped
into the bathroom. wetcunt opened her mouth to speak to say "her?" when her
Master quickly barked, "toilet paper doesn't speak, it doesn't talk, it is
simply there to be used when needed. And it belongs lying on the floor and
slivering along the floor like when it is stuck to someone's shoe."
wetcunt slivered back to lying face down on the floor, tears in her eyes at the
humiliation of it all, of another woman going to see her like this, covered with
the word toilet paper, slithering along the floor like something stuck to her
Master's shoe. she knew T/they had talked about it, but feeling it, living it,
was so hard. wetcunt wanted to make her Master proud and she knew she had asked
Him to make her His toilet paper, His cumrag but she didn't know if she could do
it. wetcunt's mind was so filled with her thoughts, that she didn't hear her
Master step out of the shower until He had walked over to her and pulled her up
from the floor by her ponytail. "Need to make sure that I'm good and clean
before she gets here," wetcunt's Master said as He held wetcunt's face in front
of His ass for her to lick clean. As she licked the crack of her Master's ass,
wetcunt's mind stilled and she could feel herself sinking into sub space.
"Better take the edge off of this hard-on before she comes or it will be over to
quickly." And wetcunt felt her Master use her hair once more to catch His cum as
He jacked-off. After her Master released her hair letting her fall back face
down on the floor and had wrapped a towel around His waist, wetcunt heard a
knock on the door.
"Show time, sliver like good toilet paper stuck to the bottom of someone's
shoe," wetcunt's Master said as He moved toward the door with wetcunt slivering
on the floor behind Him trying to keep up. "Coming," she heard Him call out,
"I'm having trouble in the bathroom, be right there." wetcunt could feel the
pull of the chain as she slivered toward the front door, so lost in the
humiliation of having another woman see her like this that when her Master
opened the door to let the other woman in, she had tears running down her face.
"Oh what's that on the floor, it looks like You have something stuck to Your
feet, Sir," wetcunt heard the woman ask. "Oh that, that's just some toilet paper
that W/we'll afterward when we clean up. May I take your coat before W/we get
start?" After that wetcunt was ignored by her Master and the other woman as
T/they discussed limits and expectations. Finally wetcunt heard her Master
walking toward her. "I think W/we'll need this toilet paper closer to the bed
for clean-up," wetcunt heard Him say as He unlocked the chain around wetcunt's
neck. Once more taking her by the hair, wetcunt slivered after her Master as He
pulled her toward the bedroom.
Laying wetcunt down on the floor by the bed, wetcunt's Master walked over to the
edge of the bed and sat down, "Time to get Me ready to fuck your ass, sub. Get
that mouth over here and make Me hard." wetcunt wanted to scream as the other
woman sucked her Master's cock, slobbering loudly as she did. "Crawl up on that
bed, sub and stick that ass out, I need to make sure it is really clean before I
stick My cock in it." Wetcunt once more felt herself lifted by her ponytail and
this time the ass in front of her face was the other submissive's ass. "Make her
ass nice and clean for Master, toilet paper, so Master can fuck it." wetcunt was
so lost in the humiliation of the moment that she functioned almost like a
automaton using her tongue to clean the ass of another woman that her Master was
going to fuck. In her mind, wetcunt was wondering how she was going to make it
through the next minute, much less for the amount of time that it would take for
this training session to be over. After being laid back down on the floor,
wetcunt could hear each sound, each groan and sigh of pleasure as her Master
fucked the other submissive's ass long and hard, and with each sound she sunk
lower and lower, so that when her Master came, she wasn't even aware until He
lifted her head once more.
"Time for the toilet paper to do its job and clean-up after decent people are
done fucking." As wetcunt's face was lifted in front of her Master's cock, she
didn't hesitate, but immediately started cleaning His cock with her mouth even
though it had just been in another woman's shithole, her actions completely
controlled by the obedience that had been trained into her. After thoroughly
cleaning her Master's cock, wetcunt heard Him say, "Looks like you could use
some toilet paper to clean up that leaking cum, sub." "Yes, please Sir," the
other submissive replied. Taking her head in His hands, wetcunt's Master wiped
her face back and forth between the other submissive's ass cheeks smearing
wetcunt's face with the dripping cum. "Lick it clean toilet paper, clean up all
of Master's cum." Wetcunt started to feverishly lick the other submissive's ass
trying to clean up every spot of cum. "Stick your tongue deep in her ass hole
toilet paper, make sure you get all of Master's cum." As wetcunt's Master held
her head in place, wetcunt buried her tongue deep in the other submissive's
asshole licking it clean, until her Master pulled her head back.
"That was wonderful Sir. Thank You very much," wetcunt heard the other
submissive say. "Before you go, have you ever wondered how toilet paper cums?
You don't fuck toilet paper, but it can still cum. Would you like to see My
toilet paper cum?" "Yes, would like it very much, if it pleases You to let me,"
wetcunt heard the other submissive answer. "Very well, and so you shall. As you
can see I have had to keep the toilet paper's arms behind its back so that it
wouldn't start playing with itself. But just watch, once I let it go, it with
play with itself with so hard and so fast that it will rise up off of the floor
as it cums," wetcunt's Master said as He chuckled. With that wetcunt's Master
undid the handcuffs and rolled wetcunt over unto her back. As soon as He
released wetcunt's arms, her hands dove between her legs to relieve the pressure
that had building up in her clit with each humiliation. Groaning loudly, her
hips rising high up off of the floor, wetcunt came spasmed and writhing on the
floor as she came over and over again.
As wetcunt lay there panting, limp, all strength gone from her entire body, she
faintly heard her Master thank the other submissive as He walked her toward the
door. As He knelt down next to her, stroking her sweat-soaked head, He chuckled
saying, "I think My toilet paper finally has the correct level of limpness, just
as W/we are finishing up."
