My Slut Girlfriend Chapter 1: In which our narrator meets his future girlfriend My girlfriend is a slut. And I'm proud to say I made her that way. I first met Kathy at work. She joined the company about a month ago and was placed at the desk next to me. She wasn't part of my team and, although I cast an admiring glance over her from time to time, I had little opportunity to speak to her or get to know her. You may find that strange but my job is high pressure and I have little time to do anything but work. Once work was over, we tended to stick to our own teams where there were plenty of hot little honeys whose pants I was desperate to get into, without worrying about Kathy. Sure, she was attractive but to my mind nothing special. I can sum her up briefly: 5 5, 25 years old, 120 lbs possibly more, blonde shoulder length hair, blue eyes, cute nose, nice figure - 36C, 25, 34 - shapely legs. She always dressed smartly - not too revealing, not too formal. She had a taste for skirts that ended just above the knee and often wore tights or stockings. Sometimes she tied her hair in a ponytail, most of the time she wore it down. What can I say? She was a cute looking girl who you'd give a second glance in the street but nothing more. So what you're wanting to know is how I made her my girlfriend and how I made her my slut. Well, it happened more or less simultaneously. One afternoon, we were sitting working side by side, me as usual wrapped up in my job, watching the computer screen intently. Suddenly, I felt something hot and scalding on my right thigh. "Jesus!" I shouted and jumped back out of my chair, knocking my papers onto the floor. I looked to my right and realised that Kathy had knocked her coffee all over my desk. She was looking at me, one hand half raised to her mouth. "Oh God, " she said, "I am so, so sorry." With that, she knelt down on the floor and began picking up my papers. To gather some of the papers, she lowered herself onto her hands and knees and began scrabbling under my desk. I looked down at her, noting the smooth curve of the tanned skin in the small of her back as her shirt rode slightly up her spine and her curvaceous and tight little buttocks. She crawled back out and still on all fours, looked up at me. Her eyes were wide and I thought I detected something else there, a glint of excitement in her eyes. "I am so, so sorry," she said again, this time very slowly as if begging forgiveness... or punishment. She bit the side of her lip with her tongue. "It's ok," I said, then adding, "providing you have dinner with me tonight." She lowered her eyes coyly and then looked back up at me, smiled and nodded her approval. I returned her smile and then, on a whim, wondering if I had read her expression correctly, said sharply, "Now pick up those papers!" I saw her expression change and watched as she continued to crawl on the floor, picking up the papers. I noted with interest that Kathy stayed on her hands and knees crawling at my feet when she could just as easily have gathered the papers in another less submissive manner. I was intrigued. Once gathered, still kneeling, she placed the papers on my desk and turned silently to me. I smiled. She remained kneeling before me. "You can get up now," I said and she rose and silently sat down at her desk. I could tell from Kathy's demeanour and behaviour that she was a natural submissive. As soon as I had exerted control over her, she had responded and, more to the point, had naturally taken on a submissive posture and remained in it until ordered otherwise. Her body language spoke volumes. I began to plan the night. Later that day, I sent Kathy an eMail. Given her obvious submissive nature, I felt this to be more appropriate than telling her the arrangements face to face. I felt she would respond better. The eMail read: "Kathy. You will present yourself at [name removed] at 7:30 pm. You will wait in the lounge bar until I arrive. You will be wearing a short black dress, black top, black stockings and heels. You will wear black lace bra and panties. Do you understand?" I watched her carefully as she read the eMail. She began to blush and tremble slightly. I received a simple response from Kathy by eMail: "Of course." Kathy left at 4:30, I assumed to get ready. I looked at my watch. I still had time to put a couple of hours in. I didn't intend getting to the restaurant until 8:00 at the earliest. Chapter 2: In which the parameters of the relationship are defined. I arrived at the restaurant at around 8:30. I was pleased, but not surprised, to see Kathy sitting at the bar, nursing a drink, and looking distinctly uncomfortable. She was dressed as I had ordered and looked stunning. I sat down on the barstool next to Kathy, ignoring her for the time being, and ordered a drink. I noticed Kathy's drink was nearly empty but did not offer her one - I wanted to see how she would react. It was only after I had been served my drink that I turned to face her. Kathy immediately lowered her eyes to avoid my gaze. I lifted her chin up with my fingers so that she was looking into my eyes. I smiled as I saw the subservient expression on her face - eager to please and yet nervous of what she might have to do to please me. Kathy had dressed well. She was wearing a tight knee black skirt that ended just above the knees. Her legs were clad in sheer black stockings and she was wearing black stilettos. She was also wearing a low cut black top that showed off her cleavage to perfection. I smiled - this would be more fun than I imagined. It was always more amusing to humiliate and abuse a good looking well turned out woman than a slattern. "Are you thirsty?" I asked her. She nodded. "Like another drink?" I enquired. "Yes please," Kathy replied. Smiling, I removed an ice cube from my glass and placed it on the bar. "There you are," I told her, "If you are thirsty, you may have that - so long as you use only your mouth." This was the first test - would Kathy obey me? She looked at me, her cheeks blushing. But she bent over and picked up the ice cube between her teeth and took it into her mouth. Nervously, she looked around to see if anyone had noticed. I watched her intently as she sucked the ice cube. Her cheeks still blossomed with her blushes and she lowered her eyes as I stared at her. I noted with interest however that her nipples were clearly erect and I wondered whether the blush still glowing on her pretty face was a combination of embarrassment and the first signs of sexual excitement at her treatment. Her reaction however was clear - Kathy was responding in a clearly sexual manner to this minor humiliation. It was clear she was a true submissive. Now for the next test. "Hoist your skirt up your legs," I said to her quietly. She looked at me for a moment, biting her bottom lip, pleading with her eyes not to be made to this but simultaneously begging to be forced to do it. I stared at her, saying nothing. Kathy moved her hands onto her lap and slowly dragged the hem of her skirt up over her thighs, revealing more of her smooth stocking clad legs. "Keep going, " I said. The blush on her cheeks deepened but she obeyed, eventually hoisting the hem of the skirt up to reveal her stocking tops. "Good," I said, placing one hand on her right thigh and sliding it under her skirt. Kathy said nothing, although at my touch, I detected a slight tremble of pleasure. I slid my hand up her silken thigh onto her crotch. The material in the crotch of her panties was wet. I began to run my finger up and down the middle of her panties, my finger tracing the line of her slit. I watched as Kathy moaned quietly and closed her eyes. This girl was a real submissive slut - I would have fun with this one. "OK," I said, " We're going to have a question and answer session. I want you to answer truthfully, fully and honestly. Understand?" Kathy nodded. "Understand?" I repeated. "Yes," Kathy replied. "First of all, there's one other thing you need to understand," I said, "You will always refer to me as 'sir' or 'master'. Is that clear?" "Yes sir, " Kathy replied, glancing to her right at the barman who, I noticed, was spending a little too much time down our end of the bar. I guessed he had seen and heard our exchanges so far and was intrigued as to what was going on. So much the better, I thought, all the more humiliating for my little slave. "Louder," I commanded. Kathy blushed again but obeyed. "Yes sir, " she replied. I noted that the barman was now watching intently and appeared to have been cleaning the same glass for some five minutes now. "Good," I smiled, "Now tell me your full name." "Kathy Manners," she replied. "No," I said, "That is incorrect. You are my slut. Now, tell me again, who are you?" "I am your slut, sir," she replied. The barman's eyes were wide now and his mouth was lolling open. Kathy had by now noticed the barman's interest and was squirming nervously in her chair. Her humiliation was obvious but so was her sexual excitement at being forced to do this. I wondered how far she would go. "Excellent," I said, "But you are much more than just a slut. You are my dirty slut. What are you?" "I am your dirty slut, sir," Kathy replied, shifting uncomfortably on her stool. "You are my dirty cum slut, aren't you?" "Yes sir, I am your dirty cum slut." It was such a turn on to make such a pretty and obviously well brought up woman speak such foul language and degrade herself in such a way. "Now put your hand in your panties and play with yourself, and tell me again what you are." I could tell how humiliating this was for Kathy. At least one person was aware of what was going on and it was likely that more people in the bar had noted Kathy's behaviour. To now be forced to play with herself in public must have been so degrading for Kathy. Nevertheless, I watched as Kathy slid her right hand under her skirt and into her panties. "What a slut!" I exclaimed, "Playing with yourself in public. Now I want you to tell me again what you are." "I'm your dirty cum slut, sir, " moaned Kathy as she continued to frig herself, "I'm your dirty cum slut." I let Kathy play with herself for about a minute until I could tell she was approaching orgasm and then ordered her to stop and remove her hand from her panties. She did as I ordered but she was clearly uncomfortable, wriggling her ass on the stool in frustration. I then told her to lick her sticky fingers which she did eagerly. "You're getting a little hot, slut, " I told her, "You need to cool down." I then ordered her to take a handful of ice from my glass and put it in her panties. I watched as Kathy grabbed a handful of ice cubes and gingerly placed them inside her panties. I saw her jump with the cold and laughed as a large pool of ice water began to form on the stool and trickle onto the floor. To a casual observer, it would look as if Kathy had peed herself. By now, my cock was hard and, amusing though this treatment for Kathy was, if this carried on much longer, I would cum in my pants - and what was the point of that when I had a slut to cum on instead. "Come on now, " I said to Kathy, standing up, "We're leaving. Pay the barman for my drinks." Reluctantly, she stood, water trickling down her stocking-clad legs, and motioned for the barman to approach. "Actually," I said, "Do you want a drink before we go?" Kathy nodded, "Yes please, sir." I smiled and whispered my instructions in her ear. When the barman arrived, Kathy paid him for my drinks and then said, "Please may I have a drink as well." "Of course, madam," he said, "What would you like?" I saw Kathy blush deep red as she gave the barman her order, "I want you to take that soda siphon and squirt it at my face until my master tells you to stop." The barman looked at me and I nodded. The barman eagerly took the soda siphon from the shelf and raised it to Kathy's face. Kathy stood hands by her side, eyes screwed up awaiting the burst of water. A jet of water blasted out of the siphon straight into Kathy's face, splashing over her hair, down her chest soaking her dress. The barman looked at me and I nodded at him to continue. The water poured over her, soaking her to the skin. I allowed Kathy to be squirted until the siphon was empty. The bar was deathly quiet. Kathy stood there, her head hanging in humiliation as the water dripped off her onto the floor. She was completely and utterly soaked, her hair matted against her face. Behind us, I heard a few chuckles from the other patrons of the restaurant. Just to make sure Kathy was well and truly soaked, I picked up the ice bucket and tipped it over her head. She gasped as the ice water poured over her. Again she was silent as she stood there, nipples erect, shivering, water dripping off her onto the floor. I took Kathy's purse and emptied it onto the bar, passing all the money to the barman. Then I motioned to Kathy and ordered her to follow a few paces behind as I left. I deliberately walked very slowly out of the bar so that Kathy was forced to make her way equally as slowly through the patrons, many of who were now convulsed with laughter at her appearance. I walked out into the parking lot to my car. Kathy followed, shivering from the cold night air and the ice water all over her, her dress clinging to her body. I told her to get into the car and keep quiet. The night was still young.
Chapter 2: In which the parameters of the relationship are defined. I arrived at the restaurant at around 8:30. I was pleased, but not surprised, to see Kathy sitting at the bar, nursing a drink, and looking distinctly uncomfortable. She was dressed as I had ordered and looked stunning. I sat down on the barstool next to Kathy, ignoring her for the time being, and ordered a drink. I noticed Kathy's drink was nearly empty but did not offer her one - I wanted to see how she would react. It was only after I had been served my drink that I turned to face her. Kathy immediately lowered her eyes to avoid my gaze. I lifted her chin up with my fingers so that she was looking into my eyes. I smiled as I saw the subservient expression on her face - eager to please and yet nervous of what she might have to do to please me. Kathy had dressed well. She was wearing a tight knee black skirt that ended just above the knees. Her legs were clad in sheer black stockings and she was wearing black stilettos. She was also wearing a low cut black top that showed off her cleavage to perfection. I smiled - this would be more fun than I imagined. It was always more amusing to humiliate and abuse a good looking well turned out woman than a slattern. "Are you thirsty?" I asked her. She nodded. "Like another drink?" I enquired. "Yes please," Kathy replied. Smiling, I removed an ice cube from my glass and placed it on the bar. "There you are," I told her, "If you are thirsty, you may have that - so long as you use only your mouth." This was the first test - would Kathy obey me? She looked at me, her cheeks blushing. But she bent over and picked up the ice cube between her teeth and took it into her mouth. Nervously, she looked around to see if anyone had noticed. I watched her intently as she sucked the ice cube. Her cheeks still blossomed with her blushes and she lowered her eyes as I stared at her. I noted with interest however that her nipples were clearly erect and I wondered whether the blush still glowing on her pretty face was a combination of embarrassment and the first signs of sexual excitement at her treatment. Her reaction however was clear - Kathy was responding in a clearly sexual manner to this minor humiliation. It was clear she was a true submissive. Now for the next test. "Hoist your skirt up your legs," I said to her quietly. She looked at me for a moment, biting her bottom lip, pleading with her eyes not to be made to this but simultaneously begging to be forced to do it. I stared at her, saying nothing. Kathy moved her hands onto her lap and slowly dragged the hem of her skirt up over her thighs, revealing more of her smooth stocking clad legs. "Keep going, " I said. The blush on her cheeks deepened but she obeyed, eventually hoisting the hem of the skirt up to reveal her stocking tops. "Good," I said, placing one hand on her right thigh and sliding it under her skirt. Kathy said nothing, although at my touch, I detected a slight tremble of pleasure. I slid my hand up her silken thigh onto her crotch. The material in the crotch of her panties was wet. I began to run my finger up and down the middle of her panties, my finger tracing the line of her slit. I watched as Kathy moaned quietly and closed her eyes. This girl was a real submissive slut - I would have fun with this one. "OK," I said, " We're going to have a question and answer session. I want you to answer truthfully, fully and honestly. Understand?" Kathy nodded. "Understand?" I repeated. "Yes," Kathy replied. "First of all, there's one other thing you need to understand," I said, "You will always refer to me as 'sir' or 'master'. Is that clear?" "Yes sir, " Kathy replied, glancing to her right at the barman who, I noticed, was spending a little too much time down our end of the bar. I guessed he had seen and heard our exchanges so far and was intrigued as to what was going on. So much the better, I thought, all the more humiliating for my little slave. "Louder," I commanded. Kathy blushed again but obeyed. "Yes sir, " she replied. I noted that the barman was now watching intently and appeared to have been cleaning the same glass for some five minutes now. "Good," I smiled, "Now tell me your full name." "Kathy Manners," she replied. "No," I said, "That is incorrect. You are my slut. Now, tell me again, who are you?" "I am your slut, sir," she replied. The barman's eyes were wide now and his mouth was lolling open. Kathy had by now noticed the barman's interest and was squirming nervously in her chair. Her humiliation was obvious but so was her sexual excitement at being forced to do this. I wondered how far she would go. "Excellent," I said, "But you are much more than just a slut. You are my dirty slut. What are you?" "I am your dirty slut, sir," Kathy replied, shifting uncomfortably on her stool. "You are my dirty cum slut, aren't you?" "Yes sir, I am your dirty cum slut." It was such a turn on to make such a pretty and obviously well brought up woman speak such foul language and degrade herself in such a way. "Now put your hand in your panties and play with yourself, and tell me again what you are." I could tell how humiliating this was for Kathy. At least one person was aware of what was going on and it was likely that more people in the bar had noted Kathy's behaviour. To now be forced to play with herself in public must have been so degrading for Kathy. Nevertheless, I watched as Kathy slid her right hand under her skirt and into her panties. "What a slut!" I exclaimed, "Playing with yourself in public. Now I want you to tell me again what you are." "I'm your dirty cum slut, sir, " moaned Kathy as she continued to frig herself, "I'm your dirty cum slut." I let Kathy play with herself for about a minute until I could tell she was approaching orgasm and then ordered her to stop and remove her hand from her panties. She did as I ordered but she was clearly uncomfortable, wriggling her ass on the stool in frustration. I then told her to lick her sticky fingers which she did eagerly. "You're getting a little hot, slut, " I told her, "You need to cool down." I then ordered her to take a handful of ice from my glass and put it in her panties. I watched as Kathy grabbed a handful of ice cubes and gingerly placed them inside her panties. I saw her jump with the cold and laughed as a large pool of ice water began to form on the stool and trickle onto the floor. To a casual observer, it would look as if Kathy had peed herself. By now, my cock was hard and, amusing though this treatment for Kathy was, if this carried on much longer, I would cum in my pants - and what was the point of that when I had a slut to cum on instead. "Come on now, " I said to Kathy, standing up, "We're leaving. Pay the barman for my drinks." Reluctantly, she stood, water trickling down her stocking-clad legs, and motioned for the barman to approach. "Actually," I said, "Do you want a drink before we go?" Kathy nodded, "Yes please, sir." I smiled and whispered my instructions in her ear. When the barman arrived, Kathy paid him for my drinks and then said, "Please may I have a drink as well." "Of course, madam," he said, "What would you like?" I saw Kathy blush deep red as she gave the barman her order, "I want you to take that soda siphon and squirt it at my face until my master tells you to stop." The barman looked at me and I nodded. The barman eagerly took the soda siphon from the shelf and raised it to Kathy's face. Kathy stood hands by her side, eyes screwed up awaiting the burst of water. A jet of water blasted out of the siphon straight into Kathy's face, splashing over her hair, down her chest soaking her dress. The barman looked at me and I nodded at him to continue. The water poured over her, soaking her to the skin. I allowed Kathy to be squirted until the siphon was empty. The bar was deathly quiet. Kathy stood there, her head hanging in humiliation as the water dripped off her onto the floor. She was completely and utterly soaked, her hair matted against her face. Behind us, I heard a few chuckles from the other patrons of the restaurant. Just to make sure Kathy was well and truly soaked, I picked up the ice bucket and tipped it over her head. She gasped as the ice water poured over her. Again she was silent as she stood there, nipples erect, shivering, water dripping off her onto the floor. I took Kathy's purse and emptied it onto the bar, passing all the money to the barman. Then I motioned to Kathy and ordered her to follow a few paces behind as I left. I deliberately walked very slowly out of the bar so that Kathy was forced to make her way equally as slowly through the patrons, many of who were now convulsed with laughter at her appearance. I walked out into the parking lot to my car. Kathy followed, shivering from the cold night air and the ice water all over her, her dress clinging to her body. I told her to get into the car and keep quiet. The night was still young.
Chapter 3: Becoming a slutpuppy As we drove through the night, along the freeway, I watched Kathy out of the corner of my eye. She sat in the passenger seat, obviously trying to remain impassive. But I could tell she was excited by the treatment she had just been subjected to. The way she nervously licked her lips, the way she shifted in her seat, the way she sometimes hung her head down and looked sideways at me, a nervous smile flickering across her features - all these signs told me she was wet and eager for more humiliation. And who was I to disappoint her. I pulled off the freeway and turned the car onto the side streets that led to my home. Kathy said nothing and only seemed to be getting more excited by the thought of what might be happening to her when we arrived at my house. When we arrived home, I pulled the car up the driveway and parked in front of the garage. Turning to Kathy, I ordered her to get out of the car. I got out of the car and walked round to her side of the car. "On your hands and knees, slut," I commanded her and like a good little slut, she obeyed, dropping onto all fours. How foolish she looked, crouching like an obedient puppy at my feet. Motioning to her, I instructed Kathy to crawl behind me up the path to the front door of the house. Meekly she obeyed. When I got to the front door, I unlocked it and stepped inside. Then, turning to Kathy, I ordered her to kneel on the doormat, face to the front door, hands on her head until I gave her permission to enter. I smiled as my little slut obeyed. I allowed myself to take a good look at Kathy as she knelt there, her head bowed in shame, eyes to the floor. How easy it had been to reduce her to this. She looked so cute, kneeling there in her little black dress, her damp hair tousled and falling across her face. I smiled again and slammed the door in her face. Leisurely, I wandered through the house, slipped my shoes off, and went upstairs to freshen up. I took my time. There was no hurry. My slut was going nowhere. It took me about fifteen minutes to get ready. Slowly, I strolled down the stairs to the front door, and slowly I opened it. Kathy was still there, kneeling on the front porch, facing me. She looked up at me with big round pleading eyes. The night was cold and her dress was still not dry. "Would you like to come in, slut?" I asked her. "Yes please, master, " she replied, her teeth chattering. "Beg me," I commanded her. "Please, master," she wailed, "Please let me come inside. I am so cold. Please let me come in." I smiled. "Of course you may come in, you little slut," I told her, "But you must crawl in on all fours and crawl to the centre of the room." It was such a turn on to see Kathy crawl on her hands and knees across the room, her cute ass waggling as she did so. I ordered her to stand up and turn to face me, hands on her head. Kathy did as she was told and stood before me, breathing heavily, her bosom heaving with each breath. Settling myself down on the couch, I looked her over, admiring her firm lithe body and thinking of all the things that I was going to do with her. For five minutes, I said nothing and simply enjoyed the spectacle of this pretty girl standing before me, willing to do anything I demanded of her. "Now then slut," I said eventually, "I think you are wearing too many clothes. Do you agree?" "Yes master," Kathy stammered obediently. "Good," I smiled, "Now beg your master to be allowed to remove your blouse and dress." It seemed far more humiliating to me to make Kathy plead me to be undressed than simply to order her to do it herself. With pleasure, I noted that I was correct in this assumption, noting with approval the red blush deepening on her slutty face. "Please sir," mumbled Kathy, "Please may this slut take off her blouse and dress." "I said BEG, slut, " I snapped, "Not ask. You need to beg me if you want permission." Kathy's eyes flicked downward in shame briefly and then she began to plead to be allowed to remove her clothes: "Please sir, please allow this worthless slut to take off her clothes. Pleeeeease, sir, I beg you." Laughing. I nodded my consent, "And while you're at it, take off those stockings and heels." Blushing, Kathy slipped out of her outer clothes and tossed them to one side. "Hands on head," I snapped. She obeyed. Kathy now stood before me in the middle of my lounge, dressed only in her bra and panties, her hands on her head. I looked at her silently for a moment, feasting my eyes on her beautiful lithe body. Her stance accentuated her round breasts and tanned flat belly. I noted with interest that her nipples were erect, a sure sign of arousal at her treatment so far. I ordered her to move her legs further apart and she obeyed, the new stance causing her breasts to thrust out even further. I got up and slowly walked towards her, standing directly in front of her. I was so close that she could feel my hot breath on her face. Gently, I stroked her right cheek with my finger. Slowly, I walked around her, allowing one hand to trail around her waist, stroking her cool skin. I felt her shiver and moan quietly. Standing behind her, I ran my hands over her buttocks, feeling them, kneading them. Then, running my hands around her waist and up her torso, I cupped her breasts in my hands, feeling the hard nipples stiffen with the attention. My cock was hard and I pressed it against her buttocks. I walked back and sat in front of Kathy who still stood there hands on head, breathing heavily. "OK, " I said, "Get that bra off. Let's see those titties." Kathy obeyed and silently slipped off her bra, dropping it on the floor, revealing her magnificent 36C breasts. Her nipples were erect. I ordered her to squeeze them together. She did so and I gazed hungrily at the sight, imagining my cock slipping between them. I then commanded her to flick each nipple with her tongue. She squeezed her breasts upwards and hungrily flicked at her erect nipples with the tip of her tongue. I noticed her eyes close with pleasure. Kathy was then ordered to pinch her own nipples which she did with enthusiasm, moaning slightly as she did so. What a whore! "Turn round, whore," I ordered, "and bend over. Grab your ankles." Kathy did as she was told, bending over, exposing her tight ass to me, the fabric of the panties stretching over her perfect buttocks. "Nice ass, slave," I complimented Kathy as I walked slowly round her, stroking her butt cheeks with my hand, giving her a light slap on each cheek. "Thank you, master," she responded. Running my hand down her back and through her hair, I felt my slut tremble with arousal at my touch. How gorgeous her breasts looked, dangling down. Standing at her side, leaning on her back, I slowly pulled the thin fabric of her panties down from over her bottom, revealing Kathy's perfect round buttocks. I gave each buttock a quick sharp spank with my hand, causing my slut to yelp with surprise with each blow. Slowly I lowered the panties down until they were halfway down her thighs, just above her knees. Patting her on the bottom again, I returned to the couch and sat down. "Stand up and face me, whore, hands on head," I ordered and Kathy did as she was ordered. How compliant she looked standing there before me, her full round breasts on display with her panties halfway down her legs. I ran my eyes up and down her slim lightly tanned body, imagining all the things I could do to it: how her breasts would look with rope wrapped round them; how her face would look, covered in cum; how she would look with her skin criss-crossed with the mark of a whip. And I gazed at her pussy, now exposed to me for the first time. I could clearly see the red lips inflamed with arousal. So, I thought, this slut gets turned on by this treatment; well, in time, we'll see how far she can really go. "Get those panties off and then on your knees, slut," I snapped. Kathy obeyed, stepping out of her panties and sank to her knees, replacing her hands on her head. She looked so cute and submissive, kneeling before me, stark naked. "You really are a slutpuppy, aren't you," I smiled, "Time to act like a doggie. Beg like the slutty little puppy you are." How silly Kathy looked as she raised her arms in front of her, her hands dangling down like paws. Sticking her tongue out, the slut began to pant like a dog begging for food. How humiliated she must have been. "Beg for my cum, slut," I ordered her, "Beg like the dirty puppy you are." "Please sir," Kathy panted, "Please can this slut have your cum. Please feed me your cum, sir. I need it soooooo bad." What a slut she was! "Quit whining, pup. You'll get your cum eventually, don't you worry. But first you have to earn it," I said, bending over to pick up her discarded panties and stuffing them in her mouth. Her eyes pleaded for mercy as I forced the panties into her mouth, leaving part of them dangling out, drool running down her chin. Smiling, I patted her on the head and I could see the humiliation in the expression on her face. "On all fours, " I ordered her. Kathy fell onto all fours, her breasts hanging tantalisingly, nipples erect and her round ass cheeks presented to perfection. "Good doggie, " I told her. Holding out my hand, I ordered her to drop the panties into my palm. Kathy obeyed, looking up at me with her eyes beseeching me for mercy. Rolling the panties up into a ball, I threw them across the room. "Fetch," I ordered. Obediently, my slutpuppy crawled across the room to get them. I watched as her ass rolled with each movement. When she reached the panties, Kathy lowered her face to the floor, picked them up with her teeth and then crawled back to me. I then allowed her to remain kneeling on all fours before me, the panties in her mouth, for a few seconds before I held out my hand to accept them once more. Three more times, I did this, each time watching as Kathy crawled at my feet and delivered the panties to me in her mouth. I then made Kathy bark a few times like a dog just to impress on her what she was to me. How degraded she must have felt, yapping like a dog naked at my feet. "I think I'm making things much to easy for you, slut," I said, "Let's see if you really re an obedient slutpuppy." Saying this, I balled the panties up in my hand and walked to the front door and opened it. A blast of cold air entered the room. Then, as Kathy watched in horror, I threw the panties as far as I could out of the door. I watched as they landed in the driveway and, blown by the wind, slid onto the sidewalk in front of the house. "Well, pup," I laughed, "What are you waiting for?" Kathy crawled naked on her hands and knees across the room and to the front door. She hesitated slightly and then resignedly crawled out of the door into the cold night. I watched as she crawled down the path, her white ass shining in the streetlights. Down the path she crawled onto the sidewalk and then lowered her face to the cold slabs to pick up the panties. As she did so, a gust of wind carried the panties into the gutter. Kathy crawled further into the street, lowering her face into the gutter to recover the panties. Then I watched as she turned and crawled back up the pavement to the safety of the front door. She was ordered to kneel on the doormat and present me with the panties before she was allowed in out of the cold, her poor naked body trembling from the fear of being caught and the cold. My slut had done well, I had to admit. But another test was to come. "On your belly, slut," I ordered, "And follow me." Kathy lowered herself onto her stomach and wriggled behind me as I led her through the house to the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, she was ordered to her knees. "Now then, slut," I said to Kathy, "Fetch this for me." And saying this, I dropped the panties into the toilet bowl. The expression on Kathy's face was priceless. Nevertheless, she knew what a good slut must do. On all fours, she crawled over to the toilet, raised herself up and lowered her head into the bowl. I could hear her coughing as she lowered her head into the water, fishing around for the panties floating in the bowl. After ten or twenty seconds, I could tell she had found them and began to raise her head out of the bowl. Seeing this, I placed my hand on the back of her head forcing her face back into the water. Pulling on the chain, I laughed as the toilet flushed over her, soaking her head. Once the water had stopped running, I lifted her head out of the bowl by her hair and she emerged coughing and spluttering, but with the panties gripped tightly in her teeth. Throwing her to the floor, I looked down on my slut. How humiliated and degraded she looked, stark naked, her hair soaked with water, panties in her mouth. Nevertheless, I was proud of her and it was time for my slutpuppy to receive her reward. Still, I did not want her to think she was worthy enough to give me a blowjob just yet, and certainly not to be fucked: those privileges had to be earned. I ordered Kathy to crawl back into the main room and to lie on her back face up, legs apart. She did as she was told. I knelt by her head so I was looking straight down her body, admiring the swell of her breasts and the firmness of her belly. "Play with yourself, slut," I ordered her, "Make yourself cum for me." Kathy lowered one hand to her pussy and began to stroke her slit with one finger, rubbing her palm on her mound. With the other hand, she rubbed and tweaked each breast in turn, moaning and closing her eyes. What a slut! I unzipped myself and began to stroke my cock as I watched. Kathy's fingers were now inside her and she was furiously frigging herself, moaning. She was very close to cumming. "Open your eyes, slut," I ordered, "And make sure you ask permission before you cum." My slut did as she was told, looking up at my erect cock pointing directly at her pretty face. "Please master," she whined, "Please may I cum." Not yet, slut," I told her, rubbing my cock harder now, "Not yet." "Pleeeeeease, sir," Kathy moaned, "Please, your slut needs to cum soooooo bad." I smiled at her, " Not yet, slut. And keep rubbing." Kathy writhed and wriggled on the floor beneath me as she fought to prevent herself from cumming. I could see how close she was: her nipples were hard, her skin flushed and she was biting her lower lip to prevent herself from screaming out loud. I could feel myself approaching orgasm and so decided to show mercy. "You may cum, slut," I told her. "Thank you, master, " she moaned, "Thank you." And then she came, her body wriggling in ecstasy. Simultaneously I too came, my cum pumping out over her slutty face, once so innocent, now a cumdump for her master. My cum poured over her nose and mouth, running into her hair, shooting down her chin and over her breasts. Pools of cum trickled over her features. Kathy's face was simply a mask of cum. I stood and zipped myself up, then walked around my slut, admiring my handiwork. There she lay, stark naked before me, her pussy wet with her own juices, her face covered in cum. Truly this was a thoroughly humiliated slut. "On your knees, whore, hands on head," I commanded and Kathy obeyed, the cum running down her face between her breasts and down her belly, where it began to mat in her pubic hair. I then reached for the TV remote control and switched it on, leaving my gorgeous little cumslut to kneel there, plastered in my cum, awaiting my next command, wondering what further humiliations I may have in store for her - once the football game had ended.
Chapter 4 - In which my puppy tries to earn the right to suck cock (Part 1) Light streamed in through the bedroom window. It was 9-9:30 and gradually I began to wake up, pulling the sheets around me. The room was cold but I was warm. Yawning, I slowly sat up in bed and contemplated the day ahead. It was Saturday - a whole new day. A whole new day for me to play and torment my little slut. I looked to the end of the bed and saw my slut crouched there where I had left her the night before. She was naked, a rope tied round her neck fastening her to the leg of the bed. Before I had retired the previous night, I had told her that when I awoke, she must be crouched on her knees, her face to the floor, bottom facing towards me. And there she was, kneeling submissively on the floor. I smiled as my eyes ran over the curve of her back and bottom. I wondered how long she had been in that position. She had probably slept fitfully during the night, unable to sleep properly due to the cold of the room, due to worry that she might oversleep and not be in the correct position when I awoke, due to the uncomfortableness of her position at the end of the bed. Stretching, I slowly sat up on the side of the bed and looked down on her. I was naked and the sight of my beautiful little tramp was starting to get me excited, starting to give me ideas. I leant over and patted her bottom, "Good puppy." I felt her tremble at my touch. It was a shiver not of fear - but of passion, of unrequited longing, of desire, of a need for further humiliation and degradation. I got up and slowly walked in front of her, admiring her submissiveness, casting my eyes longingly over her soft brown hair as it tumbled over her bare shoulders and face. I could see my slut's pert rounded breasts squeezed against her thighs. "Kneel up, slut," I commanded and she rose to her knees, head bowed. "Look at me, little one," I said and she looked up. Her hair fell across her pretty face, still smeared with dried cum from the night before. Her eyes were wide, pleading. Still stuffed in her mouth were her panties which I had ordered her to gag herself with. The crotch of the panties was in her mouth but, as instructed, the rest of the panties was hanging out. How stupid she looked! Patting her gently on the head, I untied the rope from around her neck. Her lightly tanned skin was slightly red and chafed from the rope. As I untied it, she watched me intently, silently. Gently, I tugged on the panties, removing them from her mouth. Slut licked her lips and briefly lowered her eyes to the floor in tribute. I smiled and ruffled her hair with my hand. Standing naked over her, my cock now erect, I looked down on her. "Looking forward to serving me today, my dirty little puppy," I asked her. "Yes, sir," she replied. "Well now," I replied, "Its time you had your first lesson in learning to be a true slut. And do you know what the first lesson is?" "No, sir." "All good sluts are good cocksuckers," I told her, "Would you like to suck my cock, slave, and prove what a horny little no-good tramp you really are?" "Yes sir." I frowned, "You'll have to do better than that, slut. You need to beg for the privilege of sucking my cock. Prove to me you really want it and can give my cock what it needs. Beg, slut, NOW!" Slut began to beg, kneeling before me, clasping her hands together, looking up at me, beseeching me to let her suck my cock: "Pleeeeeease, sir, please let this dirty little cocksucking whore suck your dick. I need to feel your hard cock in my mouth. Please cover this filthy tramp in your cum. Pleeeeeeease, I'll do anything, pleeeeeease." "Anything?" I asked her. "Anything, sir," my slut replied. "Very well, slave," I said, "If you really want to suck my cock then you need to kiss my ass." Saying this, I leaned over the bed, kneeling on the floor, my ass facing her, "Bury your face in my ass, slut. I want to feel that tongue on me." Slut crawled over to me and began to service my ass. I felt her tongue begin to caress and lick my left buttock and then the right, her lips kissing my ass. I could her my slut moaning as she kissed and licked me, feeling her hair stroke my cheeks, feeling the soft skin of her face rubbing against me. "Get that tongue in my asshole, whore," I ordered and I felt my slut's face pushing between my cheeks, her lithe little tongue flicking my hole. It felt so good. Her tongue flicked in and out, licking round the pucker of the hole, then deftly flicking in and out once more, and then running up and down the skin between my asshole and my balls, and back in my ass again. It was hard to believe that I had reduced this girl to a sex slave slut in such a short period of time. There seemed no end to the things this slut was prepared to do. "Enough," I commanded and my slut withdrew, and knelt once more before me, head bowed. "You have serviced my ass, slut, " I told her, "It's only fair that I pleasure yours, slave. Stand up, bend over, ass facing me, and grasp your ankles. NOW!" My slave did as she was told, bending over to expose her tight little bottom to me, her boobs dangling, her brown hair hanging down, tightly gripping her ankles. I walked slowly round her, running my finger from the small of her back up to her neck and then returning down her back, running between her buttocks. Oh how I longed to fuck her from behind, ramming into her, filling her tight little pussy with cum, cupping her breasts in my hand, pulling her hair, making her scream with pleasure. But no, that would come later. I needed to tease and humiliate my slut first. "Good slut," I said, tousling her hair, then reaching under to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples gently. I heard my slut moan with pleasure as I touched her, and running my hand over her back and ass once more, felt her shiver with pleasure. "Would you like me to spank you, whore?" I asked, bending over to whisper in her ear, "Would you?" "Yes please, sir," my slave replied, catching her breath. "Then beg for it, slut," I hissed, "You know you want to." "Pleeeeeease, sir, " my slave whined, "Pleeeeeease spank your dirty little tramp. Treat her like the slut she is. I want to feel my ass cheeks reddening, feel them sting. Pleeeeeease." "Are you getting wet thinking about it, little one?" "Yes sir, I am. I am such a slut. I am soooo wet from thinking about how you are going to spank me. Pleeeease spank me, sir. I need it. I need to be spanked. Pleeeeeease." "Very well," I smiled, "Your wish is my command." Standing behind her, I rested my hand on the skin of her right buttock, stroking it gently. I felt my slut tense, bracing herself for the first slap. The room was quiet except for the expectant breathing of my slave. Lifting my hand slowly, I paused and then swiftly brought it down on my slut's right cheek. There was a loud slap, my slut's ass cheeks wobbling, her whole body rocking with the blow. "Ohhhh," moaned my slut, "Thank you, sir." Again, I raised my hand and again I spanked her, this time on the left buttock. Another moan, another breathless expression of gratitude. Again and again, I slapped her. Nine, ten, fifteen times. Each time she thanked me, gradually becoming more and more aroused, her thanks becoming even more sexually loaded. It was clear that this slut was becoming more and more turned on as her ass got redder and redder. She was a true submissive, there was no doubt. After twenty slaps, I ordered my slut to stand, hands on head, and face me. She stood, wriggling slightly as she did so, obviously torn between the desire to rub her poor, spanked ass, the desire to play with herself and ease the longing in her wet pussy, and the desire to obey her master. I smiled as I looked at her, her face flushed with sexual excitement, tears of pain running down her cheeks, her nipples erect, her wet red inflamed lips on display. "Do you think you now deserve to suck my cock, slave?" I asked. My slut blushed, " I don't know, sir. I am just a stupid little tramp. I hope so, sir." "We shall see, puppy," I said, slowly walking round her, "Now the first thing you need to do to prove you are worthy is to worship my cock, make it happy. Do you think you can do that?" "Yes sir," my slut said loudly and confidently. I was so proud of her. It would be interesting to see how much she would humiliate and degrade herself for the pleasure of having my cock in her mouth. Standing close to her, I stared into her eyes. Instantly, meekly, she looked down, averting her eyes in an automatic show of submission. "No," I said, "Look at me, slut. I want to see the humiliation in your eyes." My puppy looked up and I gazed into her deep beautiful brown eyes. Smiling, I lifted up my hand to her face and placed my finger on her nose. Then slowly I moved my finger down, tracing the line of her lips, down over her chin and down her slender neck. My hand moved down between her breasts and then moved to first the left breast and then the right, tracing my finger round and round the nipple. My slut moaned and I felt her nipples become harder. Playfully, I tweaked her left nipple between my fingers and felt her body twitch, heard her moan gently. Then down, down, I ran my hand over her belly and over her pussy. I began to rub my hand over her wet pussy, staring deeply into her eyes. I could see the sexual longing flaring in my puppy's eyes as I rubbed her slit. She wanted so badly for me to slide my fingers in, to fuck her but I was not going to give her that release. She had to earn the right to cum. Gently at first, I tapped her pussy, lifting my hand up and then bringing it down on her mons. She moaned. "You like having your pussy spanked, whore," I hissed, "Don't you?" "Yes sir," she replied. "Well thank your master then, you ungrateful tramp." "Thank you, sir." I smiled and spanked her again, this time a little harder. I felt her body twitch at the combination of pain and desire swept through her. Again she thanked me and again I spanked her harder and harder still. Moaning, she stood there, hands on head, begging me to spank her wet pussy. Fifteen times I slapped that little whore's pussy before I stopped by which time, the slut was clearly desperate to cum. Her face was flushed, her skin covered in goose bumps, her nipples hard. I stepped back to admire my handiwork, looking at her stood there, her ass and pussy glowing red with pain and passion. It was now time to step things up a bit. I had been very lenient with my little fucktoy. Now it was time to get into some real humiliation and degradation and see just what this little whore was willing to do for a taste of cock. "Follow me, slut," I ordered, "On your belly." I turned and walked out of the bedroom down the hallway. Looking over my shoulder, I watched as my obedient little whore wriggled on her belly behind me, her naked ass wriggling, her breathing heavy and laboured from the exertion. Slowly I walked down the stairs, stopped at the bottom, and looked up as my slut attempted to follow. I laughed as she lost her balance and slid quickly and out of control down the stairs, landing sprawled at my feet. Snapping my fingers to her, I walked across the lounge into the kitchen, my slut writhing along behind me. Once in the kitchen, I looked down at her. "Wait there, slut," I commanded, "On your knees, head bowed, hands on your head." Instantly, she obeyed. I smiled as I saw her chafed skin, the red streaks on her breasts and belly where the carpet had rubbed against her skin. Her brown hair fell across her face. "Let's see what we can find in the kitchen, slut," I smiled and began to search through the kitchen cabinets and drawers looking for things to humiliate my slave with. My slut watched, head bowed, as I found object after object and laid them on the kitchen table in front of her. Turning to my slut, I asked, "How do you like these things, tramp?" Lying on the table was a 12 inch long cucumber, some candles, a box of matches, 10 clothes pins, a box of a dozen eggs, a kitchen spatula, a can of whipped cream, some rope, a short handled brush, and some duct tape. She swallowed hard but was silent. Picking up the rope and the clothes pins, I stepped towards her.
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