I’ve known I was a submissive girl since I was really young.  I used to crave bondage, humiliation, and degradation along with some punishment and servitude.  I cannot tell you where these feelings came from.  All I can say is that when I was young, I craved it beyond anything else.  Thoughts of being dominated filled my mind constantly and the ideas that ran through my head always gave me butterflies and made my virginity flow with a constant stream.  I was 13 years old when it all started. 

       I was a shy girl.  At school I always wore baggy sweaters and baggy jeans.  I kept to myself and pretty much hid from boys.  Don’t get me wrong.  I had my crushes.  I was simply too shy to face any of them.  I never wore make-up and my hair was always flat.  My mom and dad were never home.  They traveled a lot for work.  We would see them about two weeks a month. 

My brothers and I were always left with plenty of money.  My allowance was a whopping $200 a week as long as I kept getting straight A’s.  I never spent money on anything unless I had to.  I also was given a credit card with a limit of $3000.  I guess you could say that we were rich.  My oldest brother was 12 years older than me but was very protective of me.  We were very close and never fought.  My other brother was 5 years older than me and he and I always fought.  I still loved him and I knew he would protect me if he had to.

I didn’t have any friends.  I had hi-and-bye friends, but nobody that I really could consider a best friend.  I was a loner.  I was a nerd.  I spent my days chatting online to people I didn’t know.  It was ok, but it got boring after so long. 

My brothers were having a huge party at our house the day that the voices in my head started my self-domination.  I was locked in my room angry at the confinement as the noise pushed through the walls all around.  I looked out my window to the back yard to see several people in their swimsuits getting in our hot tub and jumping in the pool.  All I could do is stand there and stare at all the hot, wet, well-tanned bodies that littered the yard.  Some of those guys were really cute.  My juices started to flow as I stared at them at play.  With a deep sigh, I threw myself on my bed and began rubbing myself.

Just what do you think you’re doing, you horny slut?

The voice was clean and clear in my head.  I immediately stopped and looked around for the source.

You’re not going to find me, bitch.  I’m in your head.

“What do you want?”  I said in a whisper.

I want to teach you how to become a true slut. That will lead to you becoming a true sex slave and from there to a total whore.

The name calling caused my groin to tingle with excitement.  But I tried to hide it.  The voice laughed loudly.

You can’t hide anything from me, slut.  I’m in your head.  I know all of your secrets.  I know all your desires.  I know all about you.  I know that you want someone to dominate you.  I know the thoughts that make you wet and horny.  That is why I am here, cunt.

I felt the butterflies dancing in my belly tickling me from my naval to my clitoris.

Ha, ha, ha, ha,  You are so cute.  How would you like for me to be your Master until you find a real one of your own?  I already know your answer, slut.  I just want to hear it from you.

I couldn’t speak.  I just nodded my head with a big smile.

Very good, now lets get some rules established shall we?  And remember, all these rules are coming from you, so no bitching or complaining.

I was able to put an image in my mind of the voice that was speaking.  To me, he was a tall, gorgeous man with cut muscles.  He had a clean shaven look and eyes that pierced the heart.  He had a perfect tan and a huge bulge that filled his boxer briefs.

Are you ready?  Good.  Rule number one.  From now on, your bedroom will be considered your dungeon.  You are not allowed to wear clothes in your dungeon.  You are not allowed to walk on your feet in your dungeon. You will crawl on your hands and knees when you are in this room.  You will strip before you take a single step inside here which means you will have to strip in the hallway, drop to your knees and crawl in.

Rule number two.  Your name for now will be cunt, slut, whore, bitch, or anything else I decide to call you.  When you hear your names, you will respond with your full attention.  You will call me Sir or Master and say it with every statement you must make. 

Rule number three.  You will do what I tell you to do without question.  If you fail in any task I give you, you will be punished.  You will thank me after every stroke you receive during punishment.

Rule number four.  You will not be allowed to cum unless you beg first and I give you permission.  If you are denied, you will stop before you orgasm and you will thank me for the denial. 

And finally rule number five.  You will surrender your life and your soul to me until you find a real Master who can tolerate you.

More rules will be made as we go along.

Can you handle all these rules, cunt?

I could see his evil smile in my head as I nodded silently.

“When do we start?”

You have already earned yourself a punishment.  Don’t you remember rule number 2?  GOD, your stupid!

“Sorry, Sir, When do we start?”  My voice was shaking.

Why not right now?  Would you like to start with some humiliation whore?

“Yes, Sir.”  I whispered quietly and shyly.  My heart started pounding as I could feel my face turning red.

Strip down to your panties and bra and kneel in front of that long mirror in the corner.

Nobody was in my room, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was constantly being watched.  I slowly began to take off my baggy tee shirt. 

Come On!  Hurry up.  When I give you a command, you obey immediately and you do it as quickly as you possibly can.  Now, hurry your lazy and shy ass up and strip down to your bra and panties.

It took a total of 5 seconds for me to strip completely down as the baggy clothes easily dropped to the ground at my feet.  Instinctively, I began to cover my bare skin.  I walked over to the mirror…

God, you stupid cunt.  Why are you walking in the dungeon?  Don’t you remember rule number One?  That’s two infractions.  Why do I waste my time with you?

I dropped to my knees and made my way to the mirror in the far corner of my room.  I knelt down and rested my butt on the backs of my heels with my toes pointed forward.  My hands explored all around trying to hide myself subtly. 

Point your toes back, rest on your heels and put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers.  I want to see your elbows out far at your sides.  This is your exposure position.  I can see your entire body in this position and you cannot hide anything.

First of all, in order for you to become a true slut, you must have some confidence in that body you have.  Three times a day, you will kneel in front of this mirror naked and praise your own body.  First look at your hair.  Look how soft and shiny the fine strands hang down to the small of your back.  The light brown color is enticing and fresh.  Your arms are firm and thin and extremely feminine.  You have a beautiful and seductive neck and your collarbone is well defined.  You have small 32b cup breasts that have a lot of potential.  But at least they are real and still firm.  You don’t have much for curves at your waist, but your flat belly and small naval make up for the lack.  You don’t have single blotch on your soft skin.  Very nice.  Your legs are soft and shapely with no flab on them whatsoever, probably from walking home from school every day.  And finally, your face is extremely feminine and has youth smeared all over it.  Your cheekbones are well defined and you require very little, if any, makeup.  Your big green eyes shimmer in the light and scream desire and those long, dark eyelashes scream “fuck me”.  Your full lips are perfect and make men drewl with desire.

Never in my life had I ever seen myself as a sexual being.  But after hearing all those compliments, I couldn’t help but see myself as a real pretty girl.  It had been years since I had smiled at myself in the mirror.  I felt good inside and the sight of myself was actually turning me on a little, especially in the submissive position I was in.

Was this really happening to me?  Could I be so twisted and so insane that I actually fell off the edge? 

Trust me, girl, you are not crazy.  This is part of who you are.  You were born with these desires and these needs that satisfy you sexually.  Trust me, there are worse things that people do other than this.  Don’t let others tell you what to like and what not to like.  You are who you are and if being a slut and a whore is what you desire in your heart, then become what you desire.  You will live with no regrets if you give in to them.

I had to admit, the voice was right.  These were more than simple desires.  They were passions.  I wanted this so badly that it made my whole body tingle.  This was all I wanted.  And if I have to do it with the voice in my head, then so be it.  I knelt proudly in the mirror proud of myself for the first time in a while.

Ok, I want you to crawl to your door and lie on your back.  Spread your legs and rest a foot at each side of the door.

I crawled as ordered and put myself in the position the voice required of me.

Now I want you to listen to the crowd outside this door.  I want you to imagine that all those people are looking at you exposed in your underwear.  Now I want you to close your eyes and rub your clit nice and soft.  Imagine yourself being looked at and noticed as the hot, sexy cunt you are.  I want you to soak those panties so that the goo goes through them.

I started to rub myself instantly feeling pleasure run through my body.  As the images of normal people looking and pointing at me doing such a naughty thing to myself ran through my head, I could feel  waves of desire pass through my entire body.  I began to moan in pleasure and my hips began to sway with the rhythm of my fingers as they rubbed so gently. 

STOP!  The voice said firmly and directly.

I immediately stopped but kept my hand cupped over my soaking mound.

Remove your hand and spread the goo that’s on them around your neck like its perfume.

I heard the like smack as my hand left my panties.  I quickly rubbed the goo all around my neck and throat.  I immediately smelt my own pleasure fill my nostrils.  I didn’t really like the smell all that much.

Now we really start your humiliation.  First I want you to kneel down like before.  Good girl.  Now I want you to unlock your door.

“But… But…”

Shut the fuck up and do what I tell you?  Do you really want to deny yourself the pleasure you are about to receive?  I unlocked my door.

Good.  Now open your door and follow my instructions perfectly.  You will open the door and crawl out.  Kneel just outside your door.

I started shaking.  I don’t know if it was from excitement or nervousness.  My hands grew colder by the second as I reached up and slowly opened the door.   I took a deep breath and crawled out and knelt just outside.  The music grew much louder and the voices became much clearer.  I wanted to jump back into my room and hide the rest of the night.  I almost did.

Now stand up and put your hands behind your back.  Interlock your fingers so that you may not hide any part of your body.  Remember, you are a hot little girl.  You have seen it, you know it.  You love it.  There are girls at the pool wearing less than you, so don’t stress out about how much you are showing.  I want you to walk to the kitchen now.  You will walk at a nice steady pace.  You will not run, you will not hide.  You will walk with your head up like you are confident.  Now go.

I hesitated a second when I heard the voice grumble in its impatience.  I put my hands behind me as ordered and began to walk.  I could feel the wetness between my legs with every step I took.  My breathing became shallow and I could feel my face burning red as I walked down the hallway and into the den where about 20 people were standing around socializing.  I took a deep breath and lifted my head as I made my way past the den, up the two steps and into the kitchen.  I could feel all the eyes on me as I made my way.  I even heard a few voices saying. “Is that Laura?”

Now, I want you to open the fridge and retrieve two hot dogs, two carrots, and a soda. 

I was shaking so badly I could barely get the items.  I pulled them out and placed them on the counter.

It was then that Jeff, my brothers best friend snuck up behind me.

“Hey, Laura, what’s up?”  He was drunk.

“Just getting something to eat, Jeff.”  I said flatly.

“Hey, why are you in your underwear?  I’ve never seen you like this before.  You look nice for a little girl.”  He scaled me up and down and took a second glance at my pubic mound.

“Did you pee yourself?”  He looked at me strangely.

“No, I didn’t pee myself.” I was trying to ignore him.  I turned around to grab the food and leave.

Wait!  You are not done just yet, slut.  Grab two pieces of bread and put a slice in the front of your panties right over your soaking clit.  The other one will go between your asscheeks.  Do it now and in front of that pervert looking at you.  I don’t care what you or he thinks, you will do it!

I almost started crying as I reached into the bread basket and grabbed two slices of bread.  Glancing over my shoulder I noticed Jeff staring at my butt and licking his lips.  I wanted to hide myself so badly, but I was already in too deep.  I was in the wide open with nowhere to go.  All those people had already seen me like this.  I pulled out the front of my panties and quickly slid the bread inside and over my soaking wet clitoris.  Without turning around, I reached behind me and pulled back the panties and shoved the other slice deep between my butt cheeks.

“Damn, girl, you look nice.”  Jeff said staring me up and down.  “Is that pussy juice between your legs?”  He giggled. 

I ignored him and grabbed my food.

Put the hot dogs in your mouth and carry them to your room like that.  Put the carrots under each of your armpits, and carry the coke back to your room, now.
       

I did as told, and immediately realized just how sexual the situation was.  Hot dogs in my mouth, bread in my panties, and carrots in my armpits.  I turned around and made my way back to my room as Jeff reached out and pinched my butt as I made my way passed him.  My instinct was to turn around and slap him, but the voice stopped me.

NO!  You will turn and look at him over your shoulder and smile as you keep walking back to your room.  When you get inside your room, you will kneel and shut and lock the door.

I did as I was told and walked confidently back to my room.  Several people stood and stared at me.  Most had confused looks on their faces as some gave simple glances.  Either way, I was noticed and humiliated and that made my pussy even more wet.

I made it to my room and knelt down before shutting the door and locking it.  I was able to breathe again.  I felt the blood flowing back to my head and a sudden dizziness  overcame me for a few seconds.  Sweat beaded my forhead.

Put the food in your corner in front of your mirror.  Good girl.

The bread was soaking wet from my pussy and smashed from my ass cheeks.

Ok, now strip.  I took off all my clothes and knelt there in front of the mirror.  My nakedness before me.  My pussy was shiny. 

Now put a hotdog inside your pussy and leave it in there.  I know you have never had anything other than your fingers inside that pussy, but trust me, you will like the feeling of food being in there.  Rub it on your clit first to soak it with your dressing.

I took the hot dog and by this time, I was so horny and hot that I would do just about anything no matter how extreme.  I rubbed my clit with the hot dogs until it was almost completely shiny with my juice.  I then held my breath as I slowly slit the dog inside of my hole.  Tingles traveled throughout my entire body.  I pushed it all the way in until just the very end was sticking out.  I could see my hole filled as I knelt there in the mirror.  I was a slut.  I craved this.  I wanted this all the time.  I was getting it.

Good slut.  Now I want you to open that ice cold coke and chug it all down.  This is so that you can train your throat to take punishment.  If  you are going to be a good cocksucker, you will have to learn how to take the pain in the back of your throat.  If you fail you will be punished.  Do it now.

I opened the coke and quickly started pouring it down my throat.  It wasn’t long before I felt the burn of the carbonation eat away at the walls of my esophagus.  Tears started running down my cheeks as I couldn’t take it anymore. 

Only half, girl?  Damn, you have a long way to go.  You will be punished for that later.  For now, pull out that hotdog.  Now wrap it with that wet piece of bread you had over your cunt.  Before you eat that, you will rub your clit with the other hot dog and put that in your cunt.  Let it cook in your pussy as you eat your hot dog.

I did as I was told.  I rubbed my wet clit with the hot dog and slowly slid it inside my pussy hole.  I took the wrapped hot dog and proceeded to take a bite out of it…

No, no.  You will shove the entire thing inside your mouth.  You will leave it in your mouth for a minute so you can taste your sexuality before you bite it and swallow your food.

I shoved the entire thing in my mouth feeling the dog hit the back of my throat making me gag a little.  My cheeks filled up.  I waited patiently as I could taste the sweet, tangy, bitter flavor of my own sexual fluids.  It wasn’t really that good, but I had no choice in the matter.

That’s right, your likes and dislikes are of no consequence.  What really matters is that you satisfy me and my desires.  Your job is to please in every and any way.  It is part of being a true slut slave.

I started to chew and swallow large pieces to make room in my mouth to actually enjoy soiled meal.  When I was finished, I could still taste my pussy juice.  I reached down and pulled out the dog from my pussy and wrapped it with the bread that was between my ass cheeks. 

Before you eat that, put one carrot in your asshole, and another in your pussy hole.  Skinny side up will do.  I know you have never had anything in your ass hole, but if you do this, you will take that one step toward becoming a true slut. 

I grabbed the first carrot and reached behind me and found my butt hole.  I pressed the point of the carrot into the hole and very slowly started pushing it further inside me.  It felt like I was taking a big shit and my ass hole was being stretched.  It didn’t really hurt.  In fact it actually felt nice and sexual in a way.  I did the same with the other carrot in my pussy.  Looking at myself in the mirror like this made me feel hot and horny and wanting to cum really bad.

Good girl, now eat your hot dog like you did the other one.  Taste that ass of yours on the bread mixed with your pussy juice.  Appreciate your sexuality. 

I did the same thing, only the taste wasn’t quite as bad this time.  As soon as I swallowed the last bit, the voice ordered me to eat the carrot from my pussy.  When that was done, he had me take the carrot out of my ass and look at it a moment.

See those little pieces of shit that smear that carrot?  That is your own fault for not eating right.  As punishment, you will eat this carrot just like it is.  I don’t care if its disgusting.  I don’t care if you think its gross.  I don’t care if you gag or throw up.  You will eat this carrot.  Many times, you will have to suck your own shit off a man’s dick after he fucks your ass.  It’s part of being a real whore.  If you fail or give up on this, you will be punished.

I closed my eyes and held my breath as I opened my mouth and gagged before I even put it in my mouth.  I paused a moment and without thinking about it, I shoved the carrot into my mouth and took a huge bite and without breathing, I chewed and swallowed it down.  When I was finished, I could taste the shit on my breath.  I wanted to throw up so badly, but I held it in.

Now you may finish the coke before we get you ready for bed.

I took the coke and chugged the rest of it down.  It was a bit of relief as it somewhat killed the flavor of shit in my mouth.

Ok, new rule cunt, you will no longer be allowed to sleep on your bed at night.  You are a slave now and your place is close to the floor.  You will sleep on the floor with no padding on that wood floor and only a sheet to cover you.  Today, you did not earn the right to have a pillow.  So you will sleep with no pillow tonight.  Furthermore, because of your failures today, you are not allowed to cum and you will sleep in the closet.  It’s 1am now cunt.  Tomorrow will be a long day for you, so lets get you to bed.

I crawled into my closet and shut the door behind me.  Pitch black darkness all around me as I found my spot and curled up for the night.  All night, I hardly slept.  I kept thinking about what was in store for me.  What would tomorrow bring?  What was I getting myself into?  Would I be able to go through with it?

To be continued…

       All night long I could hear the party going on outside my room.  I was hoping and praying that my brothers wouldn’t try to come inside my room and find me naked in my closet.  Luckily, they didn’t.  I didn’t sleep much as my closet was a bit cold and I wasn’t really used to sleeping on the floor with no pillow.  Eventually, I got sleepy enough to fall into sleep.  All I could dream about was being a slut and changing my image.  What would the kids at school think of me?  Maybe I would become popular finally.

       I woke up a few hours later and I was able to see the sunlight beneath the door in my closet.  I looked around the room looking for the voice to return as if it was a true being that existed outside of my head.  It was nowhere to be found.  I was too scared to do anything on my own but lying there was getting difficult.  I could feel the wetness between my legs as my belly tickled in my horniness. 

       Good morning slut.

       “Good morning, Master.”  I responded to nothing.

       Are you ready for your second day of training to be a sex slut slave?

       “Yes, Master, I am excited.”  The truth was that I was nervous and excited at the same time.

       Good.  Now you know your brothers are off at work now and the house is all yours, right?  You will be able to be a whore all day in the house until they come back.  So let’s get started.  First thing I want you to do is rub your pussy until you are ready to cum.  You will beg to cum.

       I started rubbing my clit slowly.  It didn’t take long for me to get close to orgasm.  I started breathing heavier as I asked permission to finish.  “Master, May I cum now?”

       NO!  Now stop fucking yourself.  I just wanted you excited sexually because it will allow me to order you to do more things you normally wouldn’t do.  Now, first thing I want you to do is grab a belt. 

       I fumbled around the dark closet until I found one of my leather belts.

       Now, every morning you will start your day like this.  You will rub yourself until you are ready to orgasm and stop.  Then spank yourself to remind you of your place as a slave in training.  Today is your first so I will take it easy on you as long as you do as I say.  First you will give yourself ten hard spankings to the backs of your thighs.  You will do this as hard as you can handle.  I want ten on each leg.  When you are finished you will thank me and give yourself ten on each butt cheek. 

       I knelt down and found the position I would need to be in to reach back and spank myself.  The entire house was completely silent except for the loud slap of the belt as it hit the back of my thighs.  It stung, but it didn’t cause a whole lot of pain.  The pain in my thighs was gone by the time I started on my butt.  Again it stung, but it didn’t hurt.  It was enough to wake me up and put me back in the mood for submitting.

       Very good, in time you will be able to do it harder.  Now I want you to kneel back on your heels with your toes pointing back and get your thighs in the front.  When you are done with that, you will get each breast ten times also.  Now hurry because we have a lot to do today.  We are turning this innocent little girl into a real slut slave today.

       I repeated the spankings on the front of my thighs.  I thanked my Master and moved to my breasts.  My nipples were sticking out because it was a little chilly and I was a little excited too.  Spanking my breasts proved to be a little harder than I thought it would be.  I wanted to do it hard, but my budding breasts were sensitive.  So every strike caused a shooting pain to each of my shoulders and my upper back.  Eventually, I was able to finish my morning spanking.  I made it.

       Good girl.  Tomorrow we will add a pussy spanking to your morning routine.  Now because nobody is home, you will crawl around the house all morning until you start dressing for our shopping trip.  First I want you go make your way to the bathroom.  I want you to take a shower.  I know you don’t have any girly soaps or shampoos, we will work on that today.  But you will use some of your mother’s perfume before we leave.  First get in the shower and make yourself clean.  A real slut smells and looks clean all the time.  You must be pleasant to all the senses.  You will be shaved smooth at all times.  So that pussy, your armpits and your legs will be smooth at all times.  You will shave them consistently.  You will douche your pussy so it always smells pretty.  You will smell nice at all times, you will look nice at all times.  And finally, you will taste nice with some of your lipstick you will buy today.  Now get started.

       Crawling around the house was surprisingly more exciting than I though.  I could feel the open air brushing against my naked skin as nothing of me was hidden from view.  I got in the shower and washed my entire body.  I made sure not to miss a single inch of myself.  I had never shaved my sex before but I managed to use my razor to shave off the thin hair I had down there.  I then shaved my legs and my armpits.  When I stepped out of the shower, I dropped to my knees without being told to do so because I really liked being close to the ground.  It reminded me of my status as a slave slut. 

       After drying myself, I went to my mom’s room and found some perfume that smelt nice and fruity.  I sprayed it around my neck and my belly and each of my wrists.

       Don’t you forget to spray your armpits, your titties, your ass and your pussy, slut.

       I sprayed where the voice was telling me to.  It burned like hell when I sprayed my sex.  I forgot that it would do that  after a shave.  I fanned it while the pain faded.

       Good girl, now you look hot with no hair.  You look clean and totally fuckable.  Now crawl back into your room and lets get dressed for our trip.  We need to hurry so we can catch the bus to the mall.

       I went to my room.  The voice had me searching my closet and my drawers for an outfit that suited my new status as a whore.  He picked out a summer dress that was pretty thin but long.  It went down just below my knees.  I put it one and then was told to put on some short socks and a pair of keds.  I had to find a small purse from my moms closet and put my cash and my credit card into it.

       I stood in the mirror and adored myself for a few minutes before leaving to catch the bus.  Every time I did this, I realized just how pretty I really was.  I liked my long dark hair.  It was healthy and shiny and straight.  My body was thin and shapeless, but it looked pleasing to the eye.  For the first time in my life, I found myself comparable to the pretty girls in school who got all the boyfriends.

       Ok, hottie, let’s make that bus.

       I walked outside and immediately felt the warm sun on my skin.  The dress wasn’t see through, thank god, but it was thin enough to allow the breeze to remind me that I was naked under it.  I had never left the house without wearing underwear and the thought alone was getting me excited.  I shut the door behind me and locked it shut.  I was actually going to do this.  I walked down the street and around the corner where the bus stop was.  There was an old man sitting on the bench waiting.

       Sit down next the old man, smile at him.  Do not cross your legs, but keep your knees touching.  Old men like good, innocent girls.

       I walked over to the man.  He looked up from his book and smiled at me.  I smiled back and sat myself on the other side of the bench.  The man lowered his book.

       “I bet I know where you’re going.”  He said dryly.

       I simply looked at him blankly with a subtle smile on my face.

       “You must be going to the mall.  Meeting friends?”

       Speak honestly, slut.  Tell him that you have no friends.

       “I…I don’t really have any friends.  I’m going to shop for some things.”

       “No friends?  That’s odd.  A nice girl like you should have a ton of friends.  My granddaughter is about your age.  All she ever wants to do is go to the mall and be with her friends.”  He looked concerned about my social abilities.

       “Well, at school, I’m sort of like the nerd girl.  I read a lot and spend most of my time alone.  I talk to other kids, but I can’t call them friends.”  It was hard looking at him while I spoke.

       Look at you, all naked under that thin fabric talking to an old man.  See, sluts are appealing to everyone. 

       That thought caused the butterflies to dance in my belly and made me feel a little hot and bothered.  I could picture the voice smiling as I smiled back at the man.

       “Well, you seem like a nice girl.  It’s their loss.”

       Just then, the bus arrived.  I reached into my purse for the dollar to ride it.  The man softly grasped my wrist.  “No, my lady, a nice girl like you doesn’t pay for a simple bus ride.  I’ll get you.” 

       You better thank the man for his generosity. 

       “Why thank you, sir.  That is very nice of you.”  I gave him a warm smile as I followed him on the bus.

       See, slut, pretty whores pay for nothing.  You are well on your way to being a good slut.

       There were only a few people on the bus as I made my way toward the back.  I sat right behind the man who so kindly paid for my bus ride. 

       Good girl.  Now scoot yourself to the window in the far corner where nobody could see you.

       I scooted over to the side so my shoulder was brushing up against the window.

       Now reach up under your skirt and start rubbing that sweet virgin pussy of yours.  You will stop again right before you cum.

       In silence I complained to the voice in my head.  “I can’t do that.  What if he turns around and sees me.  It would be embarrassing.  I can’t.”

       He is too much into his book to notice you doing anything slut.  And keep yourself aware.  If you see his head move like he is planning on turning around, you simply stop and adjust your dress.  If you get caught, it will be your own fault for not paying attention.  You can do it, and you will do it, and I guarantee, you will like it.

       I slowly lifted my skirt.  I watched the man on the bus in front of me like a hawk.  I was able to get my fingers under the dress as I started rubbing my damp sex up and down.  My hands were shaking as my nerves were going berserk.  Before long, I was feeling the pulsating sensation of pure heaven fill my belly.  I heard myself gasp for air as I masturbated on the bus.  I couldn’t believe I was enjoying this so much and that I was actually doing it.  Just as I gasped for air I saw the man move quickly to turn around and see me.  I didn’t know I could move so fast as I quickly pulled down my dress and adjusted myself on the seat. 

       “Are you ok back there?”  The man asked.  He seemed so nice.

       Suck that wet finger clean, whore while you talk to that man.

       I put my finger in my mouth and nervously looked at the man.  I nodded my head to let him know I was fine.

       “You seem a little flushed, are you feeling ok?”

       Better think of a good lie, whore.

       “I’m ok, I just lost my breath for a second.  I get nervous on the bus.”  I blushed as I told the lie.

       “Well, don’t worry little girl.  We will be there soon.”  He turned back around to read his book.

       He seems like a very nice man.  You better get his name before you get off.

       Just then, the bus made the stop at the main entrance of the mall.  I stood up and adjusted my dress.  I grabbed my purse and stepped to the aisle.  As I passed the man I turned and faced him.

       “I’m sorry, sir, you have been so nice to me and I don’t even know your name.”  I smiled as I reached out to shake his hand.

       The man smiled happily and he took my hand.  He took a soft hold of my fingers so that my knuckles were fully exposed.  He pulled on my hand and kissed the top.  I wanted to pull away and panic, but the voice kept me calm.  “My name, young lady, is Brian.  It has been a pleasure.”

       “My name is Laura.  The pleasure has been all mine.  Thanks again, sir.”  I smiled and bowed and walked off the bus.

       I will bet you left that old fucker with the biggest hard on he’s had without Viagra.  You played that perfectly.  Like a real slut.  See, old men love young girls with the respect and dignity you showed him.  Where in the hell did you learn that?

       “My mom taught me to be ladylike when I was little.  She taught me how to speak to people with respect and be kind.”

       Awesome job, cunt, now let’s get started on some shopping.  This is going to be so much fun.

       My first stop was at the shoe store. 

       Sluts and tramps and bimbos like you wear heels all the time.  You will buy yourself a bunch of pairs today.  Wearing heels will give you more shapely legs and ass.  It will also improve your feminine posture.  If you start wearing heels now, by the time you’re 20, you will have the sexiest legs and finest ass in town.  Trust me.  The higher the heel, the better.  I know you don’t know how to walk in them yet.  We will practice later.

       I walked inside the store and was immediately greeted by an older woman.

       “Hello, what can I help you with today?”  She had a huge fake smile on her wrinkled face.

       “I want to buy some high heels.”  I said nervously.

       The woman showed me to the section of the store where there were several styles of heels.  I picked out several different heights and different colors.  I bought some sandals of all colors also. 

       Since you’re here, you might as well buy some hose.  Get all kinds.  Regular, thigh highs, fishnet, and tights of all different colors.  Sexy bitches like you wear hose because it gives you a more professional look which is pleasing to some men’s eyes.

       I added the hose to my bill and paid cash for my shoes.  It was a bit pricey, but I had plenty of money that I had saved up for so long.

       Next stop was a small cheap jewelry shop.  Here I purchased several different pairs of jewelry.  I bought big ring earrings of different styles and colors.  I bought some little girly rings, anklets and bracelets and some cheap necklaces and chokers.  The voice had me purchase a big make-up kit and several different colors of lipstick.  I also bought about five bottles of perfume and some body washes and deodorant.   Some eyeliner and mascara of different colors ended my trip to this store.

       My next stop was a department store.

       This is my favorite stop.  Here we will buy you clothes to match your dirty slut personality.

       I made my way to the juniors section and realized exactly how many slutty clothes were available.  I picked out several short skirts.  I found some really short, pleated, cotton skirts that showed half my thighs when I tried them on.  I bought several different colors of that style.  I bought some short denim skirts that were really tight and rode up on me when I walked and sat down.  The voice really liked those.  I then picked out some knee high stockings to go with some of the skirts.  I found some really tight belly shirts and tank tops to match also.  I picked out several tight spandex skirts and some really sexy mini dresses.  I even found some wrap around skirts and short schoolgirl skirts.  The voice in my head made me buy some sexy lacy thongs and some matching bras.  This proved to be my biggest bill.  I had enough in cash so I wouldn’t have to use my prepaid credit card. 

       I then had too many bags to be carrying around with me so I walked all my bags to the front of the mall where I would be able to leave my bags for pick up later.  The security guard simply took my bags and gave me a tag so I could claim the bags later.

       Now I believe you have everything you need to start off as a teenage slut.  Does it feel nice walking around with no undies and only a thin piece of cloth covering that hot body of yours?

       I had to agree.  The entire time I was shopping, I would get a sudden feeling in my sex.  Something like a tingling.  It was triggered by the thought that I was completely naked under my dress.  The dampness of my sex was at that time was smeared on my inner thighs.  Was I actually dripping in my pleasure?

       Last stop will be the groomers, slut.  You will get yourself a slut haircut first.  You will ask for a trim of that long hair.  You will ask for a tight perm.  Curly hair gives you a more whorish look.  It gives guys the impression that you take a lot of time to make yourself beautiful.  Trust me, men appreciate the look of a well groomed girl.  You will buy hair products to maintain your perm.

       The haircut and the perm took a long time to finish, but I was amazed at how different I looked in a perm.  I looked like a totally different girl.  I had to admit.  I looked even prettier than I ever thought I would. 

       Now you will have them give you a pedicure and a manicure.  You will have them paint your nails pink, both the toes and the fingers.  You will get fake nails ½ inch long, also.

       It felt nice getting my nails done.  They looked really nice when they were finished.  The lady told me that they would wear after a couple of weeks and I should return to keep them maintained.  I agreed and left the salon happy with my new look.  It was about 3pm when I was finally ready to leave the mall.  I claimed my bags and walked out to the bus stop.  On my way there, I noticed that boys and men were looking at me and checking me out.  It was a nice feeling to know that I was being noticed.  I felt pretty and my confidence level skyrocketed.  I sat on the bench with a big smile and desire dancing in my sex.

       Once the bus arrived, I made my way to the back of the bus with all my bags.  They were pretty heavy.  I was able to find an empty seat at the back of the bus.  My bags buried me in the corner against the window.

       You really need me to tell you what to do, slut?  You’re not that stupid.

       The bus was a little more full on my way back toward my house.  There was an older woman sitting across the aisle from me, but she couldn’t see me hiding behind my bags.  I slowly lifted my dress up so I would be able to reach my sex easier.  I started to gently rub my throbbing and soaked clit up and down and in little circles.  I could hear the mucus splat from time to time as I rubbed.  It excited me knowing that I was debasing myself in a public bus.  Before too long, I could feel the pulsating pleasure fill my sex and my belly.  I started holding my breath.  I didn’t think I could stop.  I wanted to cum so badly.

       You better stop before you finish yourself, little girl.  If you cum, I will leave and never return and you will never get to live out those twisted fantasies of yours.

       I stopped rubbing myself.  I was so close that I felt a huge lump in the back of my throat which caused me to start crying a little.

       You must learn that your pleasure comes last.  If you are going to become a real sex slave, you will have to learn to give more than you receive.  If your Master finishes before you, you will stop and if you don’t cum in that time, too fuckin’ bad.  You must learn that your pleasure comes from serving and sacrifice.

       “It’s like I have no rights as a human being, then?”  I said to myself in my head.

       Your purpose is to please.  Consider yourself an object of pure pleasure.  You do have rights.  You have the right to quit right now and never go through with this.  But I know deep inside you want this.  You have the right to choose who your Master is.  After that, your Master will decide what rights you are entitled to.  For now, I will be that Master.

       The bus stopped at my corner.  I quickly stood up, adjusted my dress, grabbed my bags, and exited the bus.  My sex juice was dripping down the inner part of my thighs.  Every step I took caused a cool breeze through my dress and it was obvious in my head that I was wet down there.

       I struggled to haul my bags up the hill to my house.  I stopped to rest a second as my arms were getting tired.

       God, you stupid girl.  Don’t stop.  A slave’s work is never done and she deserves no rest.  You have a job to do, no do it and don’t stop you lazy whore!

       I picked up the bags and hauled them all the way to my house.  Nobody was home yet.  My arms were tired from carrying all the bags.

       Since nobody is home, you will strip right here outside the front door before you unlock it and walk in.  Once inside, you will carry your bags to your room.  You will then drop to your hands and knees and crawl back outside to fetch your dress, socks and shoes.

       My nerves started shaking my entire body.  What if someone saw me naked and told my brother that I was outside naked? 

       You ARE a slut.  So your image will be changing.  If someone sees you, good.  You’re a hot little teenage slut.

       I dropped the bags as I approached the door.  My entire body was shaking as I quickly unbuttoned my dress and let it drop to the concrete floor on the front porch.  I then kicked off each of my shoes.  I lifted each foot and took off my socks and immediately found the keys and unlocked the door.  I quickly grabbed my bags and ran inside the house to my room.  I dropped the bags and dropped to my knees.  The front door was wide open.  I could see the house across the street from the end of the hallway as I crawled toward the door. 

Just as I got to the opening, my neighbor across the street stepped outside and sat on a chair on his porch.  I panicked and shut the door.  I took a deep breath hoping and praying that he didn’t see me naked and crawling.

What the fuck do you think you’re doing, cunt?  Are you deliberately disobeying me?  I said, crawl outside and get your dirty fucking clothes.  I don’t give a shit if anybody sees your naked ass.  You want them to see you.  You know you want them to see your naked body.  It turns you on doesn’t it?  This fear you have is more about getting in trouble than being seen.  If you are approached about it, tell them that it’s your house and they should mind their own business.

The voice was right.  I had to push myself to do this.  I really did want them to see me naked.  I couldn’t really explain why I wanted it.  I just did.  I took a deep breath and held it in as I opened the door and crawled outside.  I didn’t even look to see if John was looking at me or not.  I crawled to my clothes, quickly picked them all up and jumped back inside. 

Once inside, I had to find out if I was seen.  I was curious.  I crawled to the window and peeped out the bottom corner.  John was leaning forward in his chair.  His mouth was wide open as he stared at my front door.  Maybe he didn’t recognize me with my new perm and look, but I was sure he saw me naked and crawling.

To be continued.

       I was starting to get a little hungry.  The tension in my excited womb and belly started to ache.  I looked in the fridge and noticed there was nothing I really wanted.

       I have an awesome idea.  The voice said happily.  You can order a pizza and show your naked body to the pizza guy. 

       “No way, I can’t do that.  Not naked in front of a stranger.  That’s too much.”

       Ok, then, let’s work on something.  How about you dress in some of the lingerie you bought.  The red one that hides only your nipples and has the lacy panties would be perfect.

       A huge smile spread across my face as I imagined the situation.  My stomach growled.

       I made a call to Domino’s Pizza and ordered two large pizzas and a coke in case my brothers would want some when they got home from work.  I quickly ran into my room and dressed in the red lingerie I had bought earlier in the day.  I admired myself for a short time while kneeling in front of the mirror.  The feel of the soft nylon fabric made my nipples hard and gave me a feeling of pure sexual bliss.  I loved the way the negligee softly dropped down to just below my pubic mound.  The breasts were lacy just enough to hide my hardened nipples.  The lacy thong gave a subtle glimpse at the shape of my sex but hid just enough to keep me feeling comfortable.  The top of the thong barely covered my sex.  Most of all, I loved the feel of the sheer thigh highs with the rubber tops to hold them up.  They also had lace on the top.  I felt so feminine with my new look.  It was something I had never felt before.  Finally I had to put the heels on.  The ones that matched this outfit were a pair of 4 ½ inch red heels.  They were open toed with shiny leather straps across the toes and a buckle around the ankle to keep them on.

       Walking in them at first was a bit of a challenge since the heel was so thin.  I kept losing my balance and twisting my ankles.  But the voice kept me trying until I was at least walking in them clumsily.  As I passed the bathroom mirror I got a good glimpse of myself.  I really looked sexy in that outfit.  My butt was half exposed but shaped in a way I had never seen before and my already shapely legs looked even better.  I gave the credit to the heels.  I was starting to get used to complimenting my body and my beauty.

       Keep walking around the house until the pizza man arrives.  It will give you practice while you wait.

       I kept making laps around my house until finally the doorbell rang.  An immediate flow of pussy juice started to flow from my sex.  My womb was tingling with desire.  My nerves started shaking and my hands clammed up.  I nervously went to the front door and took a deep breath.

       Come on, you want this.  Don’t fight it.  You won’t regret it.  You are a slut and you are about to show off that sexy body to your first patron.

       With frozen hands I opened the door and swung it wide out.  At first I couldn’t look at the man in the eyes.  I kept my eyes fixated on his sneakers.

       “Um,  Uh, did you order a pizza?”  It was a voice of a young guy.  I looked up to notice it was Vince, a popular senior at my high school.  He recognized my face as I stood there shaking with nervousness.

       “Laura?  Oh my god, I didn’t recognize you.”  His eyes scaled me up and down as his jaw opened wide.  “Holy shit, I like the new look.  Oh my god!”

       All I could do was stand there and blush.  I smiled softly back at him and asked in a shaky voice.  “H…h…how much?”

       “Oh, uh, that’ll be $24.47.”  His eyes never left my body and I could feel the warmth of his glare on my body as I turned around and got the money from the kitchen counter.  I couldn’t believe that I was actually exposing my naked butt to Vince.  It felt warm in his glance though.  I gave him $30 and told him to keep the change.

       “Damn, I should be tipping you, girl.  I think you just made my day.  A tip and a show?”

       That’s enough, time to say goodbye.  You want to give him something to think about every time he sees you.  Just a quick tease to let him know you are a slut now.  Invite him back for your next order.

       I smiled nervously at him and I could feel my nerves start to settle.   Now that the hard part was over, I was actually feeling more comfortable in my new look and attitude. 

       “Ok, thank you so much.  Maybe you can deliver my next order too.”  I said with a smile.

       “For this, hell yeah.  Have a good one.”

       I shut the door and took a deep breath.  It felt like the first breath I had taken during the entire ordeal.  I turned around and placed the pizzas on the counter next to the sink which had a huge window so I could see Vince walk away.  I grabbed a slice of pizza and the coke and sat myself down at the kitchen table. 

       I felt so sexy and so hot wearing that outfit.  Every movement I made reminded me of my slutty attire.  The smile would never leave my face.  That is until the front door swung open and Derek, my oldest brother walked in.  I didn’t have any time to react.  All I could do was freeze and stiffen up.  It felt like my whole body was drained of blood and I got a little dizzy.  He turned and walked straight into the kitchen.  He took a quick glance at me in my new sexy outfit and quickly froze.

       “What the hell?”  The look of surprise was on his face.  “What the hell have you done with yourself?”  His eyes kept scaling me up and down.  His face grew more concerned and almost sad.

       I didn’t know what to say.  He had caught me.  Derek walked over to my side.  I quickly covered myself as best I could.  He took a hold of my hair and gently let it fall.  My arms were tight across my chest.  I could feel my face turning red.

       “Your hair, makeup, nails?”  He took a step back.  “And the clothes too…  What did you do today?”

       You shouldn’t have to take this.  You are a growing girl and you are finding yourself.  You have the right to do this if you want to.

       “I…  I guess I just felt like I needed a new look.”  I couldn’t look at him in the eyes.

       “Laura.”  His voice was a bit more calm and gentle.  “If you are looking for attention, this isn’t the way to get it.  I mean your hair looks nice and it’s fine to wear makeup.  I mean, you should wear makeup at your age.  But those clothes are like…”  He took a long pause to swallow.  “It’s, like, something you wear when you want to have sex with someone.”

       That’s when I got mad.  Maybe it was for show or to get out of trouble.  I stood up and stomped my foot and looked him straight in the eyes.  My meanest look was on my face.

       “Well, I’m tired of looking like a dumpy emo loner.  I can dress like this if I want to.  I feel sexy when I dress like this.  I feel confident when I dress like this.  I don’t feel like the ugly little girl I used to be.”  Tears started to well up in my eyes as I raged on.  “It’s not like I’m going out to parties dressed like this.  It’s not like I’m fucking some guy while you’re gone.  I’m alone, dammit!  I can think for myself!  Leave me the fuck alone!”  And with that said I stomped back to my bedroom and slammed the door. 

       I curled up in the corner by the mirror and cried.  It was hard to say those things to my brother, but I guess it was something I had to do to get through this.  I was bound to get caught eventually.

       Derek knocked softly on my door after a few minutes had passed.

       “What?”  I said stiffly.

       “Can we talk, Laura.  I promise I won’t judge you.”

       “Whatever.”

       Derek walked inside and sat on the corner of my bed facing me.

       “Look, I’m sorry I jumped all over you back there.  It’s just that I never thought you would grow up.  I guess I never wanted you to.  You were so innocent and sweet.  And to see you dressed in lingerie made me freak out because it made me realize that you were actually a pretty young woman.”  He took a deep sigh.  “The only thing that bothers me is the fact that someday, a guy will get you to sleep with him.  God knows I’ve done it to girls in my time.  In fact, I was about your age for my first time.”

       “Then who are you to talk?”

       “Well, when I dumped her, she was totally destroyed and I don’t want that to happen to you.”

       “I think you should let me make my own mistakes.”  I still couldn’t look him in the eye.

       “Well, it’s your life.  And I promise that I’ll never judge you again.  You are growing up and I’m glad that you feel confident and good no matter what it is you do to get there.  Just promise me you won’t become one of those sluts.”

       He doesn’t have a clue about your goals does he?  The voice laughed in my head.

       “I can’t promise you anything.  Like you said, it’s my life and I can do with it what I want.  All I can promise you is that I will be careful.”

       “Just take care about getting bad rep too.  Kids are cruel in high school and I don’t want you hurt by them.”

       “Don’t worry about me.”  I smiled.  “I can handle rejection.  Trust me.”

       Derek stood up and looked down at me like he wanted a hug.  Then he thought twice and walked out of my room closing the door quietly.

       Holy shit!  I can’t believe you actually got out of that. 

       I couldn’t believe it myself.  I know he looked sort of disappointed at me but I was right in a way.  He had no clue where I was headed in life.  I couldn’t face him so I pretty much spent the rest of the night in my room.

       I lied there for several hours thinking about myself and where I was headed.  Was I really going to mess my life up if I become this “slut”?  I was smart.  I got straight A’s.  And next semester I was going to start high school. 

       After thinking about it for quite some time, I came to the conclusion that I liked being submissive.  I liked the idea of being controlled and used for sex.  I like the thought of being humiliated and called names.  But I had no idea why I felt that way.

       The voices left me alone in my own thoughts for several hours that night before returning to me after I was feeling randy again.

       So you aren’t worried about what your brother said?  You haven’t changed your mind yet?

       “No, I like these feelings and I want to continue.”

       Very well then.  Strip and let’s go online shopping.  This is going to be fun.

       I took off my lingerie and crawled over to my computer and turned it on.  My pussy was starting to flow once again.  I started searching for things that caught my interest and came across so many websites with BDSM pictures.  The women were in pain.  Giving blow jobs while hanging upside down.  Tied up and exposed completely.  I had no idea there were so many people who enjoyed this kind of play.  I got so excited.  My stomach tied up in knots and the rest of the night seemed like a blur.

       I read information on how to practice safely.  I printed out a checklist with activities.  I read stories about BDSM.  I saw pictures.  There were so many pictures and every one of them turned me on.  It was more the thought of giving myself up like those ladies did that turned me on more than anything.  Thoughts of giving myself up to the pain and pleasure of being a slave was super amazing to me.

       Finally, I decided to look at some of the toys that were offered online for me to buy.  My card had $3,000 on it so I knew I had plenty to spend.  So that night I went crazy.  I bought so many BDSM toys and sex toys. 

       That night I spent $1,200 on just toys and equipment.  I started with three collars.  I bought a thin choker with studs, a thicker leather collar, and a posture collar that was about 4” wide with loops.  I bought leather cuffs and ankle cuffs.  I bought a ball gag that wrapped around my face.  I bought a dildo gag and a ring gag.  I also bought three sets of nipple clamps, some adjustable and some not.  I got a tailed butt plug, a regular butt plug, three dildos of different sizes, a vibrating butt plug, a vibrator, vibrating thong, toe cuffs, rope, a crop and a cat o nine whip, and my favorite piece was a leather chastity belt where dildos and plugs could be used in them.  With every purchase I made, I got more and more turned on by my own thoughts of how I will be using them and how much fun I am going to have with them.

       It was 3am and I was falling asleep at the computer looking at BDSM pictures when I felt it was time to go to sleep.

       Ok, turn off the computer and you have one last task before bedtime.  I want for you to open your shades and your curtains completely so that anybody could look inside your room and see you naked tonight.  Then you will sleep on the floor like a good little whore and masturbate for the world to see until you cum.  Today you have earned the right to cum.

       With nervous hands, I raised my blinds and opened the curtains on both windows.  I opened first the one that overlooked my back yard and then the one that overlooked the street.  I lied down next to my bed on the cold wood floor.  I spread my legs so that the street window would have a clear view of my sopping wet pussy.  I started rubbing like a hungry whore who hadn’t eaten in a year and a half.  I moaned like I never had before because it was so easy for me to cum. 

       Hold it in, whore, hold it in.  I want you hold your orgasm as long as you possibly can.  Imagine yourself like those real slave sluts in the pictures.  You would have no rights.  You would have no freedom.  Your only purpose in life would be to please your Master.  You are like a piece of meat.

       With that said, I couldn’t hold it any longer as visions of being dominated filled my brain and pleasure filled my entire soul.  Wave after wave of pure pleasure filled my body as I rubbed myself to pure ecstasy.  I had no pillow.  I had no blankets.  My body went limp as I passed out from pure pleasure.  I wouldn’t wake up until 10am the next day.  Wonder what was in store for me?

       This would prove to be a long hard week for my training.  My toys were all sent overnight, but I wouldn’t get them for about two or three days.  So I had to do with what I had.  

       I woke up as the warm sun was touching my feet through the window to my back yard.  My hand was cupped over my sticky sex.  I was a little cold. 

       Look at you all pathetic like.  You couldn’t take your hand off your pussy all night.  It must have been one hell of an orgasm you had.  I hope you enjoyed it, cuz that will be the last one you have for quite a while.  Now get up, you have the house to yourself again and we are starting late today.  So you will crawl to your closet and spank yourself twenty times on each ass cheek for oversleeping.

       I got up on my hands and knees and I could immediately feel tingles in my sex as I crawled to my closet to punish myself.  I grabbed my belt and with no hesitation struck my left butt cheek.

       When I finished spanking both cheeks I remained on my hands and knees thinking about what to do next.  My butt was sore and red.

       That wasn’t nearly hard enough.  I waited for you to finish before telling you so.  You will learn to punish yourself the right way.  Now you will start all over again and this time, I want tears. 

       The voice was right, I had spanked myself half-assed.  My butt was a little raw, but it wasn’t hard enough to even excite me.  So I started all over again.  This time, I struck myself full force with every strike.  I brought myself to tears by the time I was finished and I knew that my ass would be bruised.  When I was finished, I remained on my hands and knees pouting and waiting.  Had I actually hit myself that hard?  Could I possibly be that twisted?

       Much better, cunt, now I want you to crawl around the house and take a shower.  But you will take it the way I tell you to take it.  Now crawl out of this closet and get into the shower.  I want my slut to look and smell nice like she’s supposed to look.  Remember?  A real slut is pleasing to all senses.  She looks, smells, feels, tastes, sounds pleasing and sexual at all times.  Even though your toys have a couple days yet to arrive, we can still have fun with your clothes.  So let’s get going, cunt.

       I crawled to my door and opened it.  I caught a quick whiff of my dirty vagina as the air rushed inside my room.  It was a bit exciting to me to know that my windows were wide open to all who wanted to see me.  I then made my way to the shower and bathed myself.  I made sure to scrub my dirtiest parts and use the scented girly soap I had purchased the day before.  As soon as I got out, I rubbed some perfumed lotion all over my body.  I put some deodorant on.  I over sprayed my body with perfume.  I brushed my super curly hair out.  I then applied some light make up, pink eye shadow and blush, pink lipstick, brown eyeliner and black mascara.  I stared at myself for some time admiring my own beauty.

       Don’t get too overconfident, whore.  A humble slut is a healthy slut.  Sure you are gorgeous and you will flaunt that beauty, but never forget that you are a slave.  You are a humble, submissive slave.  It’s sort of like the girls you saw on the internet last night.

       I went back into my room to pick an outfit to wear.  The voice chose a schoolgirl outfit for me to wear.  We chose a pair of pink stockings, a short pleated and plaid skirt that was pink and white.  I picked out a white tank top with lace at the bottom of it that showed my flat belly.  My hard nipples protruded out.  I could only wish I had bigger boobies.  A pair of black 4” heels finished off my outfit.  I thought about wearing panties but remembered the voice telling me that a real slut is ready for sex at all times and panties just get in the way.

       The question was whether I really wanted to have sex.  I was a little scared when it came to actually doing it.  I didn’t know if I could go through with it.

       Don’t worry little slut.  You will have plenty of fucking.  We will ease you into it slowly.  For now, you are just a tease.  You want attention and you want men and boys and maybe even some women and girls to want to fuck you.  You want them to chase you.  You will like the attention.  Trust me.

       I checked myself out in the mirror in my outfit and make up.  Wow, if I were a boy, I would want me.  I looked so sweet and so innocent with a look like I wanted sex.  I admired myself for some time still amazed at my transformation from total geek girl to this.

       Are you ready to show off in public?  Today, I want you to stay in the neighborhood.  Today you will learn to walk like a slut, talk like a slut, and act like a teasing slut.  You will start your new public image as a sexy teenage slut right here in your own neighborhood. 

       “But what if my brothers find out about what I’m doing and give me a hard time?”  I worried about getting in trouble.

       Don’t you worry about it.  It’s your life.  You will live it your own way.  Sure you’re young but you will do this whether they like it or not.  It’s who you are.  You were born this way.  It’s in your blood.  Don’t you like this treatment?

       I smiled.  “Yes, totally.”

       Well, then, don’t give up on yourself.  It satisfies you.  It makes you feel good inside.  It excites you.  Don’t ever deny what pleases you in life.  You have a chance to live a life of bliss.  Don’t give it up because of what other people think.

       The voice was right.  I had to do what made me happy.  I had to keep up with my own desires and wants. 

       Good, now I will teach you how to walk like a slut.  A slut walks quietly in her heels.  I don’t expect you to do it right away since you are still learning to walk in them.  But you will try.  You will walk with your head held high like you are proud of your body.  A sexy smile will remain on your face at all times.  Your eyes are looking forward and not down at your feet.  Your hands sway gracefully at your sides.  You never hide a single part of your hot body with your arms or hands.  Even if your nipples poke through that thin fabric in your shirt, you will show them off proudly.  When you walk, you will walk with one foot directly in front of the other.  This allows your ass to sway in a sexual and sensual way.  Keep your toes pointed directly in front of you.  You will try your hardest to float as you walk.  Try not to bounce or pause. 

       Most importantly, you will feel your sexiness with every step you take.  Feel the breeze under your skirt. Feel the sexy stockings with every movement.  Feel the binding of your high heels and be proud of who you are.  Make sure that your legs are not spread apart at any time.  Remember, you are here to get attention and to tease, not to fuck.  Your legs will be spread many times in the future.  Be patient.  Are you ready, slut?

       With some confidence, I stared at myself once again in the mirror and smiled.  “Yes, I’m ready.  Let’s do this.”  I immediately felt tingling in my sex from the desire to show my new sexy look off.  Butterflies danced in my belly as I stood in the mirror and knowing that other people will see me like this.  I was a bit nervous but excited at the same time.

       First, let’s practice your walk so you don’t look like a stupid, drunk whore out there.  That’s just a turn off.  Walk around the house until you feel comfortable in your heels and your walk.  Don’t fail, slut cuz you will be punished if you fail.

       I stumbled for the first few laps around my house.  It was really hard not to make any noise on the hard wood floor wearing those heels but the voice told me that it was good for a beginner.  It was also hard to keep my balance on the heels when I step one foot in front of the other and keep my toes pointed forward.  I worked hard, I tried my best.  Finally after close to six laps around the house, I felt comfortable in my walk.

       You will have to get used to walking this way, whore.  You will have to walk this way at all times.  You need work on your gracefulness.  You bounce a little but with work, you will have it down.  Are you ready to show the world the new you?

       I took a deep breath as I stood at the front door and let the nerves settle.  “I… I think so.”

       Ok, let’s go, slut.  Don’t be ashamed of who you are.  You like this image and this lifestyle and you are proud to live your life the way you want to live it.  Who cares what people think about you?  Let’s go show the world what a true slut you are.

       I put on my smile and opened the door.  Immediately I felt the warm sun touch my skin.  The heat cut through the thin fabric of my blouse making me feel completely topless.  A soft breeze brushed against the naked skin on my thighs and travelled up to my pussy.  My nerves started to tense up. 

       “I don’t think I can do this.”

       We JUST talked about it.  You will do this and you will like it too.  Get your sorry, pathetic ass out there and show the world what a fucking dirty whore you are.  If you fail, you will not be allowed to cum for six weeks and you will get spanked three times a day for the six weeks.  On top of that, you will still be made to dress up and walk.  Now GO!!!  Stop caring and go!

       “Ok, ok, here we go.”  I lifted my head up and smiled.  My sex grew damp as I felt my nakedness.  Just knowing I was so naked under this outfit got me excited.  I started to walk down my driveway and by the time I got to the sidewalk, I had calmed down.

       See, it’s not so bad now, is it?

       “No, it’s not.  I’m enjoying it.”  I held my smile as the voice continually reminded me how to walk seductively.  One foot in front of the other, toes pointed forward.  I didn’t make too much noise and I bounced as little as I possibly could.  My hands remained on my side only to move my hair out of my face from time to time. 

       With every step I took, I felt a tingle run throughout my body.  The stockings were soft and sexual.  The breeze beneath my skirt was cool and refreshing.  The sun on skin was warm.  The voice was right.  Every step was sexual.  I could feel my hips sway as I walked as I had been instructed.  I had never felt so feminine in all my life.

       I walked half a block before I began to notice my surroundings.  I was in a different state of mind.  My brain was in outer space.  I was in a dungeon.  I was in a cage.  I was tied up.  The truth was that I was exposed and I loved every second of it.  I just had to see who might be looking at me.  I wanted to be looked at.  I wanted them to snicker or check me out.  I wanted them to see me dressed like the slut I was because I was proud of it.

       I had walked about half a block around the corner and up the next street from mine.  Alan was mowing his lawn about four houses from the corner.  Alan was a boy about two years ahead of me in school.  He was sixteen and sort of popular in his own way.  He wasn’t a nerd or an outcast, but he had friends that partied a lot.  He wasn’t a bad looking guy.  Skinny and pale skinned with a clean cut look and mesmerizing green eyes.  I started to get a little nervous at that point.

       This is perfect!  Now you will finally get your image changed in the eyes of kids that go to your school.  Walk on his side of the street and if he talks to you, you will flirt with him.  I will walk you through it.  Keep smiling and keep that head up with confidence.  Remember, you are proud to be a slut.

       My knees started getting weaker as I started getting nervous as I made my way toward Alan’s house.  He stopped the mower as I got on his property and looked my way.  I could see him through the corner of my eye.  He scaled me up and down and adjusted his dirty shirt and brushed his hand across his hair.

       “Daaamn, girl.”  He called out.

       Keep walking, look over your shoulder, flip your hair and smile at him like you’re shy.

       I turned my head toward him and smiled as he kept his eyes focused on my legs and my belly.  I smiled shyly and flipped my hair over my shoulder.

       “Holy shit.  Is that you Laura?”

       Stop walking, turn toward him so he could see that sexy body of yours and answer him.

       I simply nodded but kept my smile.

       “Damn, you look sweet!  I hardly recognized you.”

       Ask him if he likes what he sees.

       “Do you like it?  I decided it was time for a change.  Time to grow up.”

       “You’re fuckin’ hot.  Shit I’d love to hook up with that body.”  He said while biting his knuckle.

       Fix your hair again.  Remember, you are a tease.  Just smile and say thank you and walk along your way.

       I pulled my hair back and gave him another smile.  “Well, thanks.” 

I turned my body back in the direction I was headed and started walking again.  I could feel Alan’s eyes burning my ass as I made sure to sway them as I walked along.  The feelings I had were hard to explain.  I was ecstatic.  It was the first time I ever remember being checked out.  I was actually sexy.  I was wanted.  My confidence level rose by at least a hundred.

Don’t look back.  If he really wants you, he will follow you.

The voice was right.  Alan came running behind me and stepped in front of me to stop me from continuing. 

“So, you wanna’ hook up?”  He had a huge smile on his face as he glared down to my small breasts.  I wanted to cover them up instinctively, but I thought twice.  I liked the warmth of his eyes on my nipples.

“I don’t know.  We’ll see.  Don’t worry, you’ll be seeing a lot more of me around.  Maybe.”

Alan stood there in amazement still.  He didn’t want to leave me.

“Can I walk with you at least?”

No.  This walk is for you alone.  Don’t want an image that you have a boyfriend.

“You know what?  How about you walk with me another day.”  I smiled.  “Today I want to be alone.  Is that ok?  Besides, it looks like you have some work to do.”

After a few seconds and a look of disappointment, he nodded and stepped aside. 

I walked just past him.  I whipped my head back over my shoulder and smiled at him one last time.  “Thank you.  See you later.”

Alan stood there as I walked off.  Again I could feel his gaze on my entire body.  I felt sexy and tingly all over with every step I took.  I was actually seen in my slutty look.  My image was starting.  I was in love with myself.

At the far corner of the street was an old man sitting on his porch.  His wife was sitting next to him.  As I passed by, I could see them glaring at me.  I knew they were talking but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.  I had too much respect for older folks to look their way.

Turn your face and smile at the old man.  You are a slut to everybody.  You are eye candy for him.  Give him a boner.  Make him smile.

It took a lot for me to turn and face them sitting there staring at me.  The lady was scaling me up and down with disgust on her face which made me feel a little ashamed.  The man’s eyes were wide and glaring at me.  As I passed by I could hear them talking a little bit.

“She looks like a little whore.”  The old lady said with a snort of disgust.

“Kids these days.  What can you do?  They dress like that.”  The old man responded.  He kept his eyes on me as I smiled and passed by.  He smiled back and bowed his head as the woman stood up and walked inside.

I made my way around the corner to the busy street that led me back to my house.  I could see the corner of the house where my room was.  A car was coming in the distance.  I got a bit nervous but I was getting more comfortable in my look as I kept my pace.  I noticed the car slowing down as it approached me.

It was a cheap looking Nissan with a car full of guys that must have been in college.  The car pulled up to me walking along the sidewalk.  The guy on the passenger side opened his window.

“Hey.”  He called to me.  This was the most attention I had ever gotten in my entire life.

I turned and face him with a smile keeping my pace.

“I like your outfit.”  He said as the other guys laughed.

“Thank you.”  I said as I continued on my way.

“How much?”

“What do you mean, how much?”  I knew what he was talking about.

“What would you do to me for twenty bucks?”  All the guys laughed out loud.  I could feel every eye scanning me up and down.

You are not for sale.  You are a slut.  Eventually, you will give it up for free.  Haha.  Tell them thanks but no thanks.

I slowed down my pace and looked inside the car.  I didn’t recognize any of them.  My pussy was soaking by now with thoughts of being wanted and needed for sex.

“Thanks but no thanks.”

Tell them maybe some other time.  That’ll keep them coming by.

“Come on.  We’ll make it worth your time.”  The guy looked at the driver and turned back at me.

“At least I will make it worth your time.”

I smiled happily and faced him.  “Well…  Maybe some other time.”

“Can I at least see you naked?  Come on, don’t be a tease!”

Not today.  Next time they come by you will show them your tiny little titties.

I shook my head and continued my walk.  “Thank you, but not today.”

“Fucking tramp.  Dressed all sexy and doesn’t put out.  You don’t got no tits anyway.  I bet you’re a dude.  Let’s go guys.  We’ll be back, slut.”  With that said the car sped away.  It felt like I took my first breath since the encounter.  I felt blood rush back to my face.  My whole body was dancing with joy.

The truth was that I actually wanted to have sex with them.  I craved it.  I wanted it.  My body was tickling me in my most sensitive parts.  My brain kept telling me that I was too young and I shouldn’t be like this.

You have been brainwashed all your life to wait for sex.  The truth is that once you have your period, you are ready for sex.  That’s what puberty is all about.  If you fight it, you will be denying yourself pleasure.  It is pointless to deny yourself things you crave.  It’s a sin.

I made my way up my driveway and inside the quiet house.  I had failed to do my chores so I would have to make sure I did them before my brothers got home.

First, go to your dungeon and strip.  Then you will wear only the 6” heels while you clean and you will keep all the windows open.  Doing this will help you get used to walking in heels and get you used to being exposed to the world.

I did as I was told.  I went to my dungeon/room and stripped off the clothes.  I was even turned on as I stripped with the windows open.  I folded my clothes neatly and put on a pair of 6” red heels.

Check your make up and hair.  You must look sexy even when you are cleaning. 

I went to the bathroom and primped my hair and checked my makeup.  I loved being naked and beautiful.  My sex was shiny with my own juices.

After adjusting myself, I started with my daily chores.  I was responsible for cleaning the house every day.  I wasn’t working or anything so I was the one responsible for it.  I had never done them naked before but I actually enjoyed it more.  Living with boys was hard when it came to keeping a clean house.  They were total slobs.  It took close to an hour to finish cleaning up the whole house.  Every few seconds, I was reminded that I was naked and anybody who came over could see me cleaning the house this way.

Very nice, see, you do everything like a real slut now.  This isn’t going to be hard at all.  Hopefully, tomorrow you will get your new toys.  Your brother will be home soon, so time to go to your dungeon for most of the night.

I surfed the net while I waited for my brothers to come home.  John showed up first.  He and I didn’t always get along.  I hadn’t seen in a few days so I figured I should make an appearance.  But I couldn’t dress like a total slut in front of him.  At the same time, I had to keep myself in my new state of mind.

Put on one of your baggy, long sweaters.  Keep the heels on but put nothing else on.  The sweater almost goes down to your knees anyway.

I pulled on my huge sweater and made my way out of my room.  John was in the kitchen looking for something to eat.

“Hey brother.”  I said happily.

John looked over at me and made a double take.

“Laura?”  He looked surprised.  “I see you changed your look.  Derek told me you looked different.  I think you look nice for a skinny girl.”  He laughed out loud.

“Shut up, jerk.”  I responded playfully as I hit his arm.

“No, but seriously, any dude you bring home is in for it.”  John said firmly.

“So you’re saying I can’t date anyone?”

“I’ll have to check him out first.  No one’s gonna take advantage of my little sis.” 

“Whatever.”  I said.  “I’m hungry.  I buy, you fly?”

“Sure, what do you want?”

“I don’t care.  I’ll give you money, and whatever you feel like getting, get me the same.”

“Cool with me.”  John was being extra nice today.

I gave him thirty bucks and he left right away.

Derek came home just as John left.  We talked shortly but didn’t mention anything about the day before.

I hung out in the den and watched some TV so I wouldn’t seem depressed or anti-social to Derek.  He sat with me as we watched TV and talked as if nothing had happened.  It was nice.

John came back with some KFC which I didn’t care for too much, but I did tell him to get what he wanted so I couldn’t complain.  After we ate, it was back to my room for more exploration.

I looked at pictures for a couple of hours.  A few that caught my attention were the slaves that were treated like dogs.  They were led around on leashes.  They were made to suck their masters.  And they were locked in cages.  I was imagining myself in their positions.  Sleeping and living in a cage, only let out to please my master.  I would get pain while he got pleasure.  I wouldn’t be allowed to talk or complain.  I would only be allowed to pee outside.  My pussy was soaking wet by the time I quit looking.

I then came across some BDSM chat lines.  I decided to check them out.  One of the rooms was named “Teenage Sex Slaves”.  I logged in with the nick, “newslut”, and entered the room.  It didn’t take long for me to get IM’s.  I chatted with an older man that night that had plenty of experience.

DaddyDom:  ASL

Newslut:  14, f, Here  (I didn’t want to give him my location)

daddyDom:  How long have you been a slut?

Newslut:  I just started a few days ago.

DaddyDom:  42/m/Nebraska here  Is that too old for you?

Slut to all ages remember?

Newslut:  Not at all.  I like men of all ages

Flirting on the chat lines was much easier than in person.

DaddyDom:  Have a webcam?

Newslut:  Yeah.

DaddyDom:  Wanna do this face to face?

Newslut:  I don’t know.

DaddyDom:  what are you wearing?

Newslut:  just a pair of heels

DaddyDom:  Your naked?

Newslut:  Yup

DaddyDom:  Sure would like to see you.

He’s a thousand miles away.  Let him see you.  Don’t worry about it.  Time to show people how slutty you are.

Newslut:  Ok,

He found me and I turned on my webcam.  I was nervous cuz I was about to show off my naked body to a stranger.  It was exciting at the same time.

For close to three hours, we chatted on webcam.  I became comfortable with him after a while.  He was full of compliments.  He made me show him my virgin pussy, my asshole, and he made me pinch my nipples hard until they hurt.  I could see his penis and his naked body through my computer.  He was hairy as hell and he was much older but I didn’t care.  I was enjoying the showing of my body.  For the first time, I was naked in front of a man and I was obeying his commands. 

He made me spank my breasts, slap my pussy, and spank my own ass.  I had to call him Sir.  After a couple of hours of talking about sex, he said he had to go.  But first he wanted me to cum for him.  He had me spread my legs in front of the camera and masturbate.  I had to beg him to allow me to cum when I got close.  It didn’t take long for me to get there.  When I finally came, I had to thank him for allowing me to cum and showing him my body.  He didn’t masturbate to me though.  Just before we said bye, he told me that I wouldn’t be allowed to cum again until we met again the next night.  He showed me his hard penis which made me happy cuz I had actually turned him on.  We said our goodbyes and I turned off the computer.

Looks like you found an online master, slut.  Good job.  Tonight you will sleep bound and on the floor.

I used socks to tie my ankles and knees together.  I blindfolded myself with another sock.  I lied on the floor next to my bed and with a huge smile, I fell asleep.

       As I lied there in my binds, all I could think about was the fact that I had actually shown my naked body to a stranger.  I had actually masturbated in front of him.  This made me a true whore.  I sacrificed my privacy for the entertainment of an older man.  I was very happy as I thought about it.  It made me feel like I was on top of the world just knowing that I pleased a man for my first time.  The other thing that made me happy was the thought that my toys would be in the next day.  My life was changing.  I was living out my fantasies.  I was tired.  I fell asleep.

       I had a hard time sleeping that night.  Every time I would fall asleep, I would wake up shortly after because I was bound and on the hard floor.  I wanted blankets, I wanted my bed. 

       I’ll make you a deal.  I will allow you to sleep on your bed tonight.  But you must remain bound and tomorrow, your morning spanking will be doubled.  You are a lowly slave slut and you don’t deserve to sleep in a comfy bed.  Also, if you sleep in your bed, you will have to completely expose yourself to the UPS guy when he delivers your toys tomorrow.  Think about what a large step that would be in your training.

       I thought about it for some time.  For one, I really really wanted to sleep in my bed.  But at the same time, I knew I didn’t have the right to do so.  I knew I had to get used to sleeping on the floor like an animal with no privacy.  I fell asleep on the floor thinking about it. 

       The sun wasn’t even up when I woke.  My body was stiff from my binds.  I had a mild headache from what little sleep I had.  But I was so anxious to get the day started, I was up for good.

       Start with your spanking, slut.  Use the belt.  I want ten on each ass cheek, ten on each of your nipples, and ten on your starving pussy.  Look at you!  Wet already?  The slut has come out full force.  I bet you don’t even care who fucks you.  You are a true slut.

       The words alone made me feel excited about the constant sexual state of mind I had been in for almost a week straight now.  This couldn’t possibly be normal.  There was definitely something wrong with me.  I was not one of those abused girls that turn into whores I used to see on talk shows and T.V.  I was a normal girl.  I almost started crying from these thoughts.

       No, no, it’s ok.  That’s just part of your growing up.  The only thing that makes you different is that you don’t hide what you want deep inside.  You have the ability to be who and what you want.  Don’t start backing down now.

       I wasn’t about to back down.  It was just a transition and maybe I was taking it too fast.  But I didn’t want it to go slower.  I wanted it to go faster.  I wanted to be the slut now!  I wanted more action.  The truth was that I was confused.  These feelings I had deep inside were causing strange emotions.  I just had to deal with them.

       I grabbed my belt and crawled into my closet to give myself my morning spanking.  This time I was sure to spank myself hard so I wouldn’t have to repeat it.  My butt, pussy and breasts were red and sore by the time I crawled out.  The voice allowed me to chat and surf the net until my brothers left to work for the day.

       I logged into the teen slave chat line I had gotten into the night before.  I talked to a bunch of men that only asked for pics and stuff.  I got bored and decided to surf the net for a while.  A website caught my attention.  Sex slaves that were collared and leashed and acting like dogs in public.  They were all Asian women.  The idea made me so hot that I instantly became hypnotized by the site.  The women had tails coming out of their butts and nose hooks to make them look like pigs.  They were so totally dehumanized.  I wanted to be in their shoes.

       You are so easily amused, slut.  Just the way it should be.

       After I heard my brothers leave for the day.  I turned off my computer.  I took a shower and made myself up again.  This time, I made sure I did my chores before I went for a walk.  The entire time I cleaned, I thought about what I would wear this time as I went out for my walk.

       Once I was done cleaning, I went back to my room to pick out an outfit for my morning walk.  I wondered if the guys in the convertible would come by again and if Alan would talk to me again.  This time I picked out a pair of black thigh highs and a short black lace skirt that was nearly see through.  I put on a black lacy top that was also nearly see through.  It had spaghetti straps and lace that was thick enough to only hide my tiny breasts.  My belly and back were completely visible.  The skirt was short enough to hide the dark tops of my thigh highs, but whenever I took a step, I some bare thigh would be exposed.  I liked that.  I put on a pair of 4” black heels to finish off my morning outfit.

       This time, it was much easier to open the door and walk out.  Once again the day was warm and I felt nearly naked in the outfit I was in.  But this time, I was hardly nervous at all.  I kept reminding myself that this was just me showing the world that I was a slut.  I was doing what I craved.

       Every second that I spent in public made me feel sexier and more confident in myself.  I walked the same path as the day before.  I started up Alan’s street and didn’t see him outside.  I was a bit disappointed because I really liked the way he looked at me.  I liked the way he wanted me.  I don’t know if I wanted him or not.  I didn’t know if I felt like that because he wanted me and gave me the attention I wanted, or because I thought he was cute.  I made sure I passed right in front of his house. 

       He didn’t disappoint after all.  Just as I passed by, he walked outside and came directly toward me.

       Stop and flirt with the poor drooling boy. 

       I stopped and smiled as he approached me.

       “Hey Laura.”  He scaled me up and down while licking his lips.  This made my pussy dance with joy.  “What’s up?”  He seemed a little more shy that day.

       “Just going for my morning walk.  What’s up with you?”

       “Well, actually, I was just hanging around hoping you’d come by.”

       I smiled at him happily.  “Really?For me?”  I gently placed my hand on my chest to show I was flattered.

       He simply nodded.

       “Why?”  I asked him curiously.

       “I was sort of hoping you’d want to go to a party with me Friday night.”

       Oh my God!  He was asking me out.  I had never been asked out before.  I didn’t know what to say.

       Are you stupid?  A real slut never ever, ever turns down a date.  It’s a rule.

       “Ok, sure.”  I got goosebumps as I accepted.

       “Really?  Cool… so what are up to later?”

       “Nothing really, I was thinking of going to the mall, but I don’t know.”  I said.

       “Think we can hang out a little?”  His face was red.

       Oh, shit, this is fucking perfect!

       “Ok.  Like what time, so I know to be ready.”

       “Give me like two hours, cuz I gotta do the dishes.”  He had a huge smile on his face.  This was a different guy than the one that was oogling over me the day before like an idiot.

       “Ok.  I’ll be home.  But you have to leave before 4 cuz my brothers will be home from work and I don’t want to get in trouble for having a boy in my house without them.”

       “yeah, sure.”  He ran back into his house with that same cute smile of his.

       I continued walking and the smile on my own face never left.  I didn’t see anybody else that morning except for a couple of cars that passed by.  The boys in the convertible didn’t show up which was a sort of relief because I didn’t know if I would have been able to show them my bare breasts.  Then I would have been punished for it.

       I went back inside the house and back to my room to pick out an outfit for Alan to see me in.

       I want you to look like a total whore.  Pick out your shortest skirt, the white tie bottom shirt, and your 6” heels.  Wear nothing else.  Right before he gets here, you will check your make up and hair.  You are going to drive him so insane that he will go home and jack off to your sexy ass.  Maybe you can do it yourself.

       The thought of me doing anything sexual with Alan made me feel even more in the mood to do it.  But deep down inside, I felt like I really wasn’t ready for full blown sex.

       You do know, you don’t have to actually fuck him to please him, right?  You can touch him, jack him off, hell, you can even suck his dick.  Your pussy is safe at least for now.

       I quickly dressed in my new outfit and immediately felt like a total whore.  The skirt went just below the curves of my butt and was only about three inches below my pussy.  The shirt was loose and button down and showed what little cleavage I actually had.  Honestly, I didn’t have any cleavage.  It simply showed the skin between my small breasts.  Walking in the 6” heels was a little rough at first but I got used to them.  I did like the way it make my legs shapely and my butt stick out.  I looked even sexier.  I was proud of my new look. 

       I was a bit nervous thinking about Alan coming over.  I had just changed my image two days ago and I was about to have my first date.  I couldn’t believe it.  Looks really were everything.  I was excited and nervous at the same time.

       I was restless.  My mind was racing.  I had to calm myself down.  I turned on the TV and sat on the couch.  I immediately felt the desire to cross my legs. I did and it felt good.  I felt like a grown woman with long sexy legs.  Then the doorbell rang.  Could he be early?

       I looked through the side window and saw the UPS guy standing outside my door.  Oh my god, I had forgotten about that.  How could I forget about my toys?  I adjusted my skirt and my shirt and opened the door.

       “Hi, I need a signature for these?”  He wasn’t looking at me until he handed me his pad to sign.

       “Sure.”  I responded and reached for the pad and signed it.

       “Thank you.  Have a good day.”  He smiled at me and looked a bit confused as he ran back to his truck and drove off.  I didn’t get the reaction I was hoping for, but at least I was seen like the whore I was.  Virgin whore.  What a strange statement that was.

       I happily took the two small boxes to my room.  This couldn’t possibly be the whole order.  I was surprised to find out that it was.  They fit all my toys into two small boxes.  I didn’t spend a lot of time looking through them.  I just glanced and hid them in the far corner of my closet.  I returned back to the den and waited patiently for Alan to show up.

       Time was crawling.  Finally I heard the doorbell ring again.  There was Alan standing just outside.  His hair was slicked back and he was dressed in a tee shirt and jeans.  He looked nice.  I started shaking as I reached for the door and opened it wide so he would be able to see all of me in my whorish outfit.  I felt ashamed and sexy at the same time.

       Alan just stood there with his eyes wide and scaling me up and down.  His mouth was open and his tongue was out a little.  Then it turned into a look of confusion.

       “Come in.  I was just watching TV.  Sit down anywhere you want.”  He walked into the den and sat down on the couch.  I walked behind him and headed into the kitchen.

       “Want something to drink?” 

       Alan turned around and faced me.  “Sure, what do you have?”

       “We have, coke, water, grape juice, and milk.”

       “I’ll take a coke.”

       It felt really nice serving him his drink.  It made me feel like I was already submitting to him.  It felt like I was serving him already.  I was already his eye candy.  I served him his drink and sat down on the chair beside the couch and crossed my legs.  I saw his eyes cast down under my skirt to see that I had no panties.  I know he couldn’t see my pussy though.

       We sat in silence for a minute before he finally spoke.

       “I have to ask you a question, but I don’t want you to get all hurt with me.”  Alan said.

       “I won’t get hurt with you.  Ask.”

       “Well, why the big change?  I mean, you never used to dress and look like this before.  What changed?”

       “I got tired of being an ugly depressed girl all the time.  I wanted to be sexy and pretty.  Is it really bad?”

       “No, no, it’s not bad.  It’s just that… Damn, you are a really hot girl.”

       I smiled at him warmly.  “Thank you.”

       It was the first time in my life I had ever been called pretty by anyone other than my family.  I was flushed with delight.

       “So what do you wanna do?”  I asked him with a smile.

       He scaled me up and down and raised one eyebrow.  “I don’t know.  What do you have in mind?”

       I didn’t know what to say.  Was he going to make me make the first move?  I wanted to touch him and him me.  I wanted to do something, but I didn’t know what. 

       Show him your room.  Show him you keep your curtains open all the time.

       “Wanna come see my room?”

       “Yeah, sure.”  I think he was expecting more than just to see my room as he smiled as he stood up.

       I stood up and adjusted my skirt.  It was making me feel very sexy as my skin was exposed.  As soon as I gave the invite, though, I realized what I might have implied to Alan.  I didn’t know if I was ready for actual sex.  I didn’t actually want that, but I wanted something.

       Take him by the hand and lead him to your room.  Don’t worry, you don’t have to fuck him today.

       I reached out my hand as he stood up.  He took a soft hold and I felt good all over from his touch alone.  I had never held hands with a boy before.  I took him to my room. 

       He looked around.  “Nice room. It’s huge.  You even have your own computer?”

       “Yeah, you can sit on my bed.”  Dammit, what was THAT implying?

       He smiled as he sat down.  He didn’t seem like the aggressive boy that was commenting on my body the day before.  He was more kind and soft spoken.

       Ask him to help you pick an outfit for Friday night. 

       “So, are we going to still go out Friday?”  I asked timidly.

       “Of course.”  His eyes were fixated on my shapely legs.

       “Wanna help me pick something to wear?”

       “Sure, I guess…  You have something like what you wore today on your walk?”

       That made me smile and look over my shoulder at him.  “I have a bunch of new clothes you might like.”

       After pulling out and laying out several outfits, he picked out his favorite.  It was a short white mini dress.  It was a halter top dress that was backless down to my waist.  The skirt went just above mid-thigh.  No pantyhose, and he seemed to like my 6” white heels.

       “Looks like I have an outfit for Friday now.  Yay!”  I clapped my hands cheerily.

       Alan just sat there smiling.  He didn’t take his eyes off me the entire time.

       Tell him about your windows being open all the time.

       “I like how bright it is in here with my shades open all the time.”  I said as I walked toward a window.  I could feel his eyes burning my butt.

       “Yeah, its cool.”

       “You know, I never, ever close my shades.  I like to keep them open all the time.”

       “Even at night when you sleep?”

       “Yup.”

       “Aren’t you afraid someone will look inside and see you sleeping?” 

       Here is your chance to tell him that you want them to see you sleep naked and on the floor.

       “Then they will get a free show.  I sleep naked.”  I felt my face turning red as I said it.  I actually said it.

       “Whoah.  You mean you don’t care if someone sees you naked?”

       “Well…  I think I’m pretty and if people like it, I think they should see it if they want to.”

       Oh my god!  I couldn’t believe I was talking like that.  I couldn’t believe I was acting so slutty.  I felt dizzy from my own amazement.  I wanted to hide away but I was trapped with this boy in my room.  I had already implied that I wanted to act like a total slut.  I invited him to see me naked.  What was I doing?

       I started shaking a little bit.  I had to redeem myself.  I had this overwhelming thought that I needed to get a better image for myself back.  I was scared that I might scare him away.

       “I… I didn’t mean that I was… like… a …”

       Alan laughed.  “Don’t worry.  It’s ok…  Can I ask you a personal question?  You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to.”

       “Yeah, you can ask.”  My entire body was burning with the pleasure of embarrassment.  I was turned on and ashamed at the same time.  I didn’t know what direction to go in.

       “Well… have you ever done anything?  I mean, like, with a guy?”

       “You mean sex?”  I said aggressively.

       “Yeah.”  He couldn’t look at me as he asked.

       “Honestly, no.  I’ve never had sex before.  I don’t know if I’m ready for it or not.”  That was the best way I could tell him I didn’t want sex that day.

       “The way you are dressed right now, though.  I… I.”

       “I know its like all whorish.  I’m kinda experimenting with my look.  Does it look stupid?”

       “No, not at all.  You look totally hot.  But it looks like you sleep around… no offence!”

       “it’s ok.  I know I look like a total slut.  But it got your attention didn’t it?”

       Alan smiled shyly.  “Yeah it did.  I’d never seen you like this before.  I like it.  But aren’t you scared about what other people will say?”

       “Not really.  This is who I am and who I like to be.  I know I’m a virgin and I don’t sleep around and if people see me like a total slut, oh well.  That’s their problem.  I am comfortable with who I am.”

       “That’s cool.”

       We sat by each other on the bed in silence for what seemed like forever.  I wanted to touch him so bad.  I wanted him to touch me.  I wanted to feel his lips on mine.  I wanted so much.  We both waited for the other to make the first move.

       Finally, I had to speak up.

       “Want to listen to some music?”

       Alan seemed to be awakened from a dream.  “Yeah, sure.”

       I turned on my computer and started playing some music I had stored on it.

       I sat back down next to him and this time I put my hand on his leg.  He reached over and took my hand in his which sent shivers throughout my body.  He turned his body and faced me.  Our faces were a few inches apart.

       Don’t back away.  Let it happen, let it happen.

       I looked straight into his eyes and melted when I saw how he longed for me deep inside. 

       He whispered.  “You are a beautiful girl.  I really want to kiss you now.” 

       My mind drifted into the clouds.  I felt numb all over, I was floating in my happy place.  We slowly leaned closer to each other and our lips met.  I closed my eyes and just let it happen.  I felt his hands touch my bare waist and pull me closer.  I couldn’t believe I was kissing a boy for my very first time!

       It was nice.  His lips were soft and it sent a tingle from my mouth down to each of my nipples.  Then he slowly snuck his tongue into my mouth which, at first, made me feel grossed out.  But I allowed it because it was what he wanted.  I had to quickly figure out a way to respond.  So I started playing with his tongue using my own.  It was so totally amazing and erotic.  It was soft and sensual.  I didn’t want it to end.  Finally, he pulled back and took a hold of my hand gently.

       With a smile he looked in my eyes.  “I wanted to do that since a couple days ago.”

       I blushed.  “I can say now that you are the first boy I’ve ever kissed.”

       “Really, first?”

       I nodded.  “I bet you think I’m pathetic.”

       “No way.  You kiss really good.”  He was looking a little more comfortable around me.

       I just smiled.

       “So, since you let anybody see you naked through your window…  I was wondering…  Uh… If you would…”

       “What?  You want to see me naked?”  Oh my god!  Was I actually going to do this?  Could I possibly be able to go through with being totally naked in front of a boy?  My pussy was calling out for me to do it, but my brain was telling me “Hell no.” 

       Nice.  Do it!  But make it clear to him that there will be nothing else.  Just you naked.  No sex.

       “If… if you don’t wanna, it’s cool… It doesn’t hurt to ask.”  His face was turning pink.

       “If I do it, promise not to tell my brothers?”

       “I promise with all my heart.”  He smiled and put his hand on his heart.

       “Ok, but nothing else, ok?  I’ll get naked so you can see me, but that’s all.  You know what I mean?”

       Alan nodded anxiously.

       I was scared and excited at the same time.  I was gonna show this boy my naked body.  I was gonna be like a stripper.  But most of all, I was going to make him happy.  And that’s what it was all about.  If I did this, I would be taking that one step closer to becoming the total slut I wanted to be.  Only I wouldn’t be a fuck slut, just a tease.

       I untied my shirt and let it dangle down.  My small breasts were still hidden from view.  Alan kept staring at my chest like it was a steak dinner.  I was shaking really bad by now but I continued.  I took hold of the cloth and opened my shirt and let it slide off my shoulders to the floor.  I immediately crossed my arms across my chest to hide what I had up there.

       “I know they aren’t that big.”  I felt a little ashamed.

       “Let me be the judge of that, girl.”  He leaned back on my bed.  I slowly let my hands fall to my sides to expose my bare chest to him.  “I think they’re fine.”  He smiled at me.

       I reached down and started to slide my skirt off.  I had second thoughts about forty times as I very slowly lowered it.  But it was as if I didn’t have control of my body as I slid the tight skirt off and to the floor.  I took my legs out of it and hid my wet sex with the palm of my hand.  I really didn’t want to let him see how excited I was doing this.

       “I already saw it, Laura.  It’s ok, can I please see it?”  His eyes never left my hand as I moved it aside and stood there completely naked except for my shoes in front of him.  I felt like I was dreaming a wet dream.  I couldn’t just stand there, it was awkward.

       I started walking toward him in my sexy walk I had learned.  I opened my legs and put my knees on my bed on each side of his body and sat in his lap.  He was breathing hard.  I wrapped my arms around him and started kissing him again.  I couldn’t believe I was making out naked with this boy!  I was totally ashamed and turned on by it.

       We made out like this for close to an hour.  I loved how his hands explored my body.  He didn’t touch my breasts or my sex, but he gently rubbed my back and squeezed my butt several times.  I finally had enough.  My lips were tingling and completely numb from all the kissing.  I stood up and put my skirt back on.  I found my shirt and tied it back on.  Alan lied on my bed gasping for air.  He had a tent growing in his pants.  I wanted to touch it, but I held back.

       “Holy shit, that was the best make-out session I have ever had in my entire LIFE!  You are one awesome chick.”  He sat up with a dazed look on his face.

       “My brothers will be home soon.  You should probably go home.”  Actually, I didn’t want him to go home.  I wanted him to hide in my room all night so we could kiss forever.  The feelings were overwhelming.  I felt warm and tingly all over. 

       “Um, yeah, sure.  Can we hang out again tomorrow?”  He said happily as he gathered himself.

       “Sure, why not?”  I said like it didn’t matter to me.  But it really did matter to me.  I wanted him there all the time.  I think I wanted to have sex with him just because he didn’t push it.  I was very proud of myself and felt sexier and prettier than any girl in the whole world.  I was finally in love with myself!

       “Cool, what time?”  He asked as he stood up and headed out the door.

       “You’ll find me walking in the morning.  Catch me then.  K?”

       “Nice!  Can I call you later?”  He was acting so cool with me, how could I deny him anything?  He was my first kiss.

       “Yeah, you can call me tonight.”

       “Cool, then illtalk to you later.”  He scaled me up and down before he stepped off my front porch.  “Oh, and thank you for everything.”  His eyes went up and down my entire body.  “I’ll be thinking about you all fuckin’ day.  Damn, girl.”  I gave him a simple smile and closed the door.

       I dropped to my knees and gasped for air and it felt like the first time in hours I was able to breathe.  I melted with a smile to the ground and felt like I was on top of the world.  Now I had to change back into something a little more decent so my brothers wouldn’t see me looking so trampy.

       I crawled back into my room and dressed in a pair of short shorts and tennis shoes and a tank top.  I made sure I put on a bra also.  I kept the panties off just to keep me reminded of my sexual state.  I called in an order for some chinese food for dinner.  I could hardly wait for night time to come so I could play with my new toys.  It couldn’t come too soon.

       The food came shortly before John and Derek showed up.  We all ate together, which rarely happened. 

       After dinner, we sat together in the den to watch some TV. 

       “Derek, you think I can go to a party Friday night?”  I asked.

       “What party?”

       “One of the guys from my school invited me to his friends for a party Friday.  I said yes, but I thought I should ask.”
       “If it were up to me, I would say, hell no.  But you’ll have to ask mom and dad when they come home tomorrow.”

       “Mom and dad are coming home tomorrow?”

       “Yup, they called me today.  They said they’ll be home around 4 tomorrow.”

       I had missed them.  They had been gone for two weeks on something for my dad’s work.  I hated that they were gone so much.  But at the same time, I knew I would have to be a good girl while they were home.  And who knew how long they would be here?  I was disappointed and happy at the same time.

       “Are they gonna stay a while this time?”

       “They didn’t say.”  He looked at me with concern.

       “Who invited you to this party?”

       “You know Alan?  He lives on the next street?”

       “Oh, yeah, he’s pretty cool.”

       “I really hope they let me go.”

       “You know mom and dad.  They will give you a talk, and then let you go.”

       “Yeah, I know.  Well, goodnight brother.”

       “Goodnight, sis.”

       I went in my room and stripped off my clothes.  It was time to meet my online Master and play with my ne w toys.  It was going to be an intense night…

       I quickly sat at my computer and logged on to the teen sex slave chat line to meet my online Master.  He was already there waiting for me.  The first thing he asked was if I was naked.  I answered yes with a smile.  He then ordered me to turn on my webcam, meet him in a private room, and turn on my microphone.  He was sitting with his shirt off to show off his hairy chest and pale complexion.

       “Are you sitting down little girl?”  He asked firmly.

       I nodded.

       “When you meet me online, I want you on your knees before me like a good slave girl.  Ok?”

       I quickly dropped down to my knees and looked up at the camera.

       “I don’t have a lot of time tonight, so we will make it quick.  Did you finish completing your BDSM checklist?”

       “No, Sir, I haven’t finished it yet.”

       “For that, I want you to get your belt and return to me.”

       “Yes, Sir.”  I crawled to my closet and returned with my belt.  I lifted it to show him I had gotten it.

       “Good girl.  Now adjust your camera so I can see your sexy ass.”

       I adjusted the camera.

       “Now, I want 20 on each ass cheek.  If it’s not hard enough, you will start over from one again.  Count them out and thank me for each one.”

       Without saying a word I turned to my side and swung the belt hard down on my backside.  I could see the look of amazement on Masters face as I continued to strike myself over and over for him.  I made sure I counted each one out loud and thank him for my correction.

       “One.  Thank you Sir… Two, thank you Sir.”  And so on until I reached 20.  He could easily see my discomfort by the time I had finished with both cheeks.  My butt was bright red at the end of it all.

       “Good, girl!  You really are a total submissive whore, aren’t you?”  he sounded pleased which was my ultimate goal.

       “Yes, Sir, I am.”

       “You like it when I call you bitch, whore, cunt, slut, and tramp while you give me the respect of calling me Sir?”

       “Yes, Sir, I do like that.”

       “That means you are a humilislut.  You crave humiliation and degradation.”

       He had to explain the concept of humiliation and degradation to me.  He explained that I get off by being humiliated and treated like less than a human being.  He then went into a little more detail about it.  It was at that time that I realized my biggest and most powerful fetish that I still carry with me today.  I loved the idea of lowering myself and my standards and being seen as a lower human being.

       “Did you get your toys in?”  he asked

       “Yes Sir, they all came in today.”

       “I don’t have time to see  you use them all today, but let me see what you got so that tomorrow we can use them.”

       I crawled to my closet and stayed on my knees as I carried the boxes back to the computer.  I then started showing him every toy one by one. 

       “Very nice, little girl.  How do you sleep at night?”

       “I sleep naked and on the floor.”

       “Very good.  That’s how a slave should sleep.  Low to the ground.”  Holy crap, that’s exactly what the voice in my head had told me from the beginning.

       “Tonight, sleep with your dog collar on.  Tie your leash to the foot of your bed.  Wear your leather cuffs on both your ankles and your wrists and link the wrists together.  I have to go.  I have a date tonight…  Does it make you a little jealous that I will be fucking another girl tonight, slut?”

       It didn’t really.  I never felt like this was any real commitment.

       “No Sir.”

       “Good, cuz as a sex slave, you better get used to being chastised and allowed to watch your Master fuck and please other women while you kneel and watch… A whore like you doesn’t deserve the pleasure that your Master will be giving her.  Does that idea turn you on at all?”

       I sure as hell did.  That would probably drive me crazy, but I would have to have some self control.

       “Yeah, totally.”  I responded honestly.

       “Good.  Now, you will not cum tonight, but before you go to sleep, I want you to play with yourself until you almost cum.  Use the dildo to rub your virgin clit until you almost cum and then you will stop and go to sleep.  Make sure the dildo stays right by you all night.  Tomorrow, you will wake up and do it again.  You will do it every 4 hours until we meet at this time again tomorrow.  Is that understood, cunt?”

       The thought of controlling my orgasms was the most intense thing I could imagine.  It was the idea of wanting sex all the time with no satisfaction in sight that drove me insane with ideas.  Thinking like that made me feel like I could do anything.  Giving up my own orgasms would be hard but would put me in another world.

       “Yes Sir, I understand.”  I responded gaily.

       “Good.  I gotta go now. If you lie tomorrow, you will be punished.  Bye now.”

       Before I could say bye, he turned off his cam.  I felt abandoned.  I felt low.  I felt like I was discarded and not important to him.  But for some reason, that made me feel very bothered and horny at the same time.  Did I actually like that worthless feeling?  Being second to another woman was an actual turn on?

       That’s the way to be whore.  That’s part of being a true and real slut.  You are used and re-used.  You are then discarded like a piece of trash to be used again later.  And you like that idea don’t you?

       The truth was that I was turned on by the idea of being used and abused for pleasure while receiving nothing in return.

       I wanted to play with my toys.  I wanted to use the dildos on me until I came like a real whore.  I wanted to do a lot of things with my new stuff.  But if I was gonna be a good slut, then I was gonna have to control myself.  I put the collar and leash on and pulled out the dildo.  I had seen a picture on the internet where a dildo was tied to the wall and a slave girl was on her knees with her hands behind her back sucking it.  I thought it would make perfect practice.

       Just then, my phone rang.  It was Alan.  I had forgotten about him calling me in my submissive state of mind.  I couldn’t believe I was actually naked in front of him and now he’s calling.

       “Hello?”  I answered softly.

       “Hi, Laura?”  It was Alan on the other line.

       “Alan?”

       “Yeah, it’s me.  What’s up?”

       “Nothing, just sitting here in my room surfing the net.”  I didn’t want to tell him I was horny and getting ready to masturbate.

       “Cool.  Can I ask you a question?”

       “Sure, go ahead.”

       “Did I bore you or make you feel weird at all today?”

       “Not at all why?”

       “It’s just that… I’ve never made out like that before and I guess I was just wondering how it was for you.”   His voice was timid.

       “Honestly?  You were my first kiss.  I loved it.”  It was easier to talk to him on the phone than in person.

       “Cool.  So hey…  What are you wearing?”

       I laughed quietly into the phone.  “What do you picture me in?”

       “I can’t get the picture of you naked out of my head.”  That comment made me feel so totally happy.

       “Well, you guessed right.”  I felt my face turn red even though he wasn’t actually there to see me like this.

       “You’re naked right now?”

       “Yup.”  I said shyly.

       “I wish I could get the hell out of here so I could go see you.”  I loved his voice.

       “Really?  I don’t think I’m that hot”  I was praying for a compliment.

       “Are you kiddin’ me?”  He said.  “You’re, like, perfect.”  That was exactly what I was looking for. 

       I smiled and stayed silent.

       “Are we gonna’ hang again tomorrow?”

       “Sure, but I gotta go to the mall.  My mom and dad are coming home and I need to buy some decent clothes to wear while they’re here.”  I said sort of disappointed.

       “Mind if I go with you?”

       “I would go anywhere with you.”  Was that flirting? 

       “Cool, what time will you be walking tomorrow?”

       “Probably early, like around 8 I think.”

       “I’ll be looking for you.”  He said happily.

       “Me too.”

       “Well, I cant stay on the phone too long.  I hope you sleep good.”

       “I will, and you too.”

       “I’ll be dreaming about you all night, girl.”  It made me blush.  “Goodnight.”

       “Goodnight.”

       We hung up and I took in a deep sigh.  I think I had a boyfriend, an actual boyfriend.  I felt warm all over.  I felt wanted and appreciated.  I felt pretty and complete as a young woman.  I was extremely happy.

       Enough of that shit.  Time to get busy.  You have orders, so you better get busy, cunt.

       I snapped out of my daydream and returned back to my toys.  I put on the leather cuffs on my ankles and my wrists.  I grabbed my dildo and turned off my lights.  I crawled to the foot of my bed and tied the leash to my collar to the foot board.  I lied down on my back and spread my legs open.

       Remember, you can only rub your clit with it.  You can’t fuck yourself with it and you better not cum you pathetic cunt.  Picture your boyfriend here watching you through your window being a horny slut.  Picture his reaction when he realizes that you are dirty sex starved whore.

       The thought alone got my juices flowing.  I pictured him standing at my window watching me as I rubbed that huge dildo up and down my soaking clit.  It felt like heaven was running in my veins.  I didn’t know if this dildo was actually supposed to feel like the real thing, but the thought of it being a real penis turned me on something severe. 

       Remember, whore, you are not worthy of cumming.  You better not finish yourself, slut.

       I noticed myself rubbing harder and harder, the sounds were getting louder.  My moans were getting more consistent.  It was only a couple of minutes before I started feeling the intense tickle of orgasm shoot through me.  I didn’t want to stop.  I wanted to finish myself.  I kept rubbing as my body started to tremble and I started holding my breath.

       STOP, cunt, STOP!!!

       I pulled the dildo away from myself and let it fall hard to the floor beside me.  I had tears in my eyes and it took me about a minute or two to catch my breath and recover from the constant pulsing my pussy was putting out.  I had a lump in my throat from my denial.  It took almost everything I had to stop myself from reaching down and finishing my orgasm.  I simply curled up in the fetal position and cried myself to sleep. 

       I woke up shortly after, the tingle in my stomach was still there.  I wanted sex and I wanted it now.  I didn’t care what it took for me to get it.

       Would you climb out your window and run around the block naked for it?

       The truth was that I was so desperate to cum, I felt like I could do anything to get it. 

       The house was silent so I knew my brothers were asleep in bed. 

       Come on now.  Climb out and show the world how desperate you are for their sex.

       I had forgotten I was tied to the bed with my leash and it pulled me back when I tried to get up to climb out my window. 

       Ohhh, the poor little cunt can’t leave her bed. 

       I wanted to untie my leash and run around outside until someone saw me naked and horny.  But the voice inside my head kept telling me to stay where I was.  It was a direct order from a man and I better obey if I was going to be a real sex slave.  I didn’t get much sleep that night.

       I found out that night how hard it was to go to sleep without being sexually satisfied.  Every time I closed my eyes I would think about sex.  I thought about the pictures I had seen online.  I thought about being in those girls situations.  I thought about how it would feel if I was naked in front of the entire city.  It was then that I had my very first sexual fantasy.

       My first sexual fantasy is something I will never forget as long as I live.  I pictured myself naked in front of my Master.  He was an older man, but was muscular and tanned with a short haircut and a smile that would make me melt in seconds.   He was the kind of man that had the body of LL Cool J but the face of The Rock.  To me, that was the perfect man. 

Anyway, I was kneeling down facing him with my hands behind my back.  He walked over to me and stood right in front of me so that his crotch was in my face.

“Please me.” It was all he had to say to get me going.  The sound of his voice alone sent shivers throughout my body. 

I unzipped his pants and his penis stuck out right away.  It looked like the big dildo I had just used on myself.  I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around it.  Then, just like in the videos I had seen online, I started pumping my head up and down his shaft.  He was moaning and groaning and every time I looked up at him all I could see was pleasure in his downcast eyes.  I felt good being looked down upon like that.  Then he came in my mouth and his cum tasted like a thick creamy milk (I didn’t really know what cum tasted like back then, boy was I wrong.). 

As soon as he finished his final, long moan, he grabbed me by my hair and lifted me off the ground with one hand.  He smiled at me and tossed me on the bed like I was a rag doll.  He then slowly climbed on top of me and held my face tight against his hard chest.  Then I felt it.  I felt his penis enter me.  It was like I was riding down a rainbow.  It felt like an instant orgasm that lasted for hours.  He never let me go from his grasp as he continually pounded my waiting and wanting hole.  Just as I climax, I could feel his cum fill up my insides deep into my belly.  I felt complete and satisfied.

These thoughts put me in a deep sleep until I finally woke up early the next morning.  The sun wasn’t out yet, but I could tell it would be out soon.  The clock on my night stand said 5am.  I had slept a whole 6 hours. 

The tickle inside my pussy was still running full force.  It was the first time I had woken up so horny.  I then had a brilliant idea.

First things, first cunt.  Did you forget your orders already?  Rub that dirty, stinky cunt again until you are ready to cum.  You made a promise and you will keep it like a good whore.

I took a deep breath and lied back down on my back on the floor.  Like the night before, I spread my legs and used the dildo once again to rub myself.  This time it only took a couple of minutes to get me right to the edge of climax.  I kept remembering my fantasy which made it much easier to get there.

STOP!!!

Once again it took a lot of energy and will power to stop myself from finishing what I started.  I wanted to cry again.

If you are going to be a good slut, you need to get used to being selfless.  You will have to learn to fuck guys until THEY cum.  The men come first, you come dead last.  It’s your purpose in life, it’s your desire in life.  It’s your destiny.  Let’s do this right.  I know you want to.  I know you crave it.  But think about how awesome it’s going to feel when you are finally allowed to cum.  It’s going to be better than anything you would ever imagine.

The voice convinced me to stop with the hopes that something ten times better would come my way.  It was hard.  I didn’t think I would be able to handle doing this.  Thoughts of sex were littering my mind and no matter how hard I tried to think about something else, sex always came into the picture.

Get up.  Untie yourself and tape that dildo to your bedpost at mouth level.  From now on, you will get to use a real dildo to practice your blowjobs. 

“But that was my idea.”  I said to myself.

Of course it was you horny tramp.  I’m not the one who comes up with this shit, you are.  Remember, you created me little girl.

I grabbed the black bondage tape I had bought from the box.  I knelt down at my bedpost and rested my butt down on my heels.  I was about to start taping the dildo when the voice made me realize something.

It would have to a pretty short fucker for his dick to be that low.  Stay on your knees but kneel up and tape the dildo at that level.

It made sense.  So I quickly knelt up so my body was flush against the bedpost.  I used the tape to attach the dildo securely to the post.  I shook it to make sure that it wouldn’t fall off.

OK. Every single morning, you will practice your dick sucking like this for a whole ten minutes.  After you are done with your ten minutes, you will go online and read about how to give a good blowjob.  For now, you will simply pump your head up and down that shaft.  Make sure that it hits the back of your throat every single time.  You are going to have to get used to using that tight throat of yours to please men like a real slut slave.

I knelt there for a few seconds until I saw my clock turn 5:11.  As soon as it changed, I opened my mouth and closed my eyes and took the dildo into my mouth.  I wrapped my lips around it and I could taste my dry pussy juice all over it.  I then held my cuffed hands behind my back and started sucking on it while I pumped my head back and forth on the dildo.  I didn’t think ten minutes was that long, but I was proven wrong.  After just one minute of pumping my mouth with that dildo, I started gagging on it. 

Don’t you dare stop, you dirty cunt.  Don’t you ever stop sucking a dick until he tells you to stop or hecums down your throat. 

I kept gagging and dry heaving.  Bugers started running down my nose.

I don’t care how stupid and sloppy you look.  I don’t care if you taste your own bugers.  You will keep on sucking until your ten minutes is up!!!

My eyes welled with tears as I continued to pump my head on the long, hard, fake shaft.  The gagging turned into choking.  That’s when I felt the pain in my back.  My back was getting tired of kneeling in that position on top of being used for pumping my head back and forth.  Then I started feeling pain in my hamstrings and my knees.  I continued as long as I possibly could.  My threshold had finally gotten to me.  I needed to rest my back and my knees.  I had only sucked it for 5 minutes.

What a damn disappointment you are.  What kind of slut gives up after just five minutes of pleasing her Master?  Take that riding crop from the box. 

I crawled over to the box and pulled out the riding crop.

Sit on your lazy fuckin’ ass and spread your legs.  For your failure, you will spank that dirty cunt of yours twenty times.  Better make it hurt with every strike or you will have to do it again.

I sat against my bedpost, just below the dildo and spread my legs.  I then rubbed the leather pad on my sticky sex.  I pulled it back and held my breath as I swung it down with a loud WHACK!  The pain was shocking, but didn’t hurt too much.  It made me want to close my legs.

I continued to strike my pussy harder with every strike.  It really started hurting after about the seventh hit.  I liked the splat sound it made every time I hit myself.  I loved the sting of the crop and how quickly the pain would leave.  Finally, I gave myself one final, hard, relentless strike.  PLATTT!!!

I gasped for air and curled over from the pain of that last hit.  I had really hurt myself that time.  I felt like I had just been kicked full force up my pussy and into my belly.  It took a minute to get back to reality from that pain.

Good girl.  Now you still owe me five minutes.  Get back on those dirty knees and finish your task.  If you fail again, you will get another twenty, but this time every hit will be that hard.

I slowly got back to my knees and looked at the clock again.  It read 5:19.  At 5:20, I started back on the dildo.  I tried to control my breathing to help with the pain in my back and my knees.  I tried so hard to ignore the pain.  I had found that I wasn’t gagging as bad as before, but my throat was starting to feel sore from the constant hits it was receiving.

I was sweating by the time the clock finally turned 5:25.  I flopped to the floor and rubbed my sore knees.

I guess that’s all I’m gonna get out of you today.  But tell me, how does it feel to receive pain in your pleasure hole while you give only pleasure to a fake dick?

“Honestly, it feels horrible and awesome at the same time.  I like that I pleased the dildo.  I don’t like that I didn’t get to cum.  But I also liked that I wasn’t allowed to get pleasure either.”   I had no choice but to be honest.

Good.  That’s good progress.  You are going to end up becoming the best sex slave the world has ever seen. 

I even loved the name, sex slave.  I was going to become a sex slave.  My whole purpose was going to be to please men.  I would have the self-control to keep myself from receiving pleasure unless I was given permission.  I would have to obey every command.  I wanted to be at that place right then and there.

I was awarded the pleasure of using my computer chair to sit on while I surfed the net to find out how to give the best blowjob.  I was able to get a few tips and ideas on how the man’s penis works.  Where he is most sensitive and what most men like when they are given a blowjob.  I also found several videos and pictures that showed me some positions and tricks.  The question was, however, was I actually ready to give a real blowjob to a real man?

Practice makes perfect, cunt.  Tomorrow you might be expected to do something to or for Alan.  You’ve teased him and flirted with him enough.  It’s about time you do something to prove your status as a slut.  I promise you, even if you’re sloppy and messy with it, he will love you for it.

I stayed on the computer for a while longer until I heard my brothers drive off to work.  I didn’t waste any time.  I quickly jumped in the shower and washed myself like I had never done before.  I felt so dirty.  I smelt like roses by the time I got out. 

I went back to my room and took the dildo off the bedpost.  I put my toys back in the box and back in the far corner of my closet.  I then picked out an outfit for my morning walk.  I picked out a short denim skirt that went just above my thighs, a tight tee shirt that hugged my body, some ankle socks and this time I picked out my tennis shoes. 

I went back to the bathroom and crimped my hair so it would look nice.  I put on some light make-up.  And I sprayed myself with some perfume and body spray so I would smell nice.  I checked myself out in the mirror before I went back to my room to dress.

You should never leave the bathroom until you feel like you would fuck yourself if you were someone else.

I scaled myself up and down and admired my body and my now pretty face and hair.  Truth was, if I was a boy, I would totally want to fuck me.  With a smile I returned back to my room to dress.

I put on the clothes quickly.  I had gotten used to wearing no bra or panties and didn’t even think about putting any on.  I loved how the cool breeze brushed against my naked pussy when I was outside.  I liked the fact that there was nothing between my pussy and the ground below and anyone looking up my skirt would be able to see my sex.

After dressing, I went out for my walk.  I didn’t feel nervous in any way on that day.  I think that the clothes were a little more decent and that helped a little.  I wanted to run all the way to Alan’s house so I could flirt and kiss him again.  I was a happy girl.  So I walked quickly.

Once I approached Alan’s house, I could see him sitting out on his porch looking for me.  It made me feel all warm inside knowing that a boy wanted me so much.

That is why you will award him tomorrow.  Or today, we’ll see.

As soon as he saw me walking, he came running my way.  He was dressed nice and combed.  He looked really good that day.  He approached me and I was able to smell his cologne which made me even happier.  He was trying to impress me, like I needed it.

“Hey Laura.”  He had such a sexy smile.  I wanted to jump on him and kiss him right then and there.

“Hi, Alan.”  I responded with a blush.

He leaned into me and wrapped his arms around my waist.  He pulled me close and pressed his lips firmly against mine.  I loved feeling his body pressed up against mine.  The kiss was soft and lasted a couple of seconds.  He pulled back against my will and hugged me.

“You smell nice.”  He told me.

“Thanks, you too.”  I replied.

“I dreamt about you all night last night.”

“Really?  What was it about?”

“It’s too nasty to talk about.  Sweety, I can’t get my mind off you.”  That comment made me feel so warm inside.  I blushed.

“Can I walk with you today?”

“Sure, let’s go.  Maybe we can go to the mall together later.  I need to pick out some new clothes cuz my mom and dad are coming home today and my dad will freak out if he sees me dressed like I’ve been dressing lately.”

“Sounds cool with me.  I did all my chores last night so I could hang with you all day.”  He had such an awesome smile that made me melt.

“Would you freak out if I peeked in your room some night?”

I laughed. “I won’t, but my brothers will destroy you if they catch you.”

“It might be worth it.”  He said with a giggle.

He was charming me and sweeping me off my feet.

We walked back to my house so I could get my money and card to go shopping.  Alan walked back to his house to get his car.

We drove to the mall and laughed most of the way.  He was teasing me about the way I used to look.  I was enjoying the attention.

We held hands almost the entire time at the mall.  I bought myself some jeans, tee shirts, tennis shoes, shorts and some cheap jewelry.  I had also needed a razor for my legs and my pussy and my armpits.  Alan even carried some of my bags for me like a real gentleman.

I bought him lunch even though he really didn’t want me to.  I told him that it was my thank you to him for making me feel so pretty all the time.

As we ate our lunch in the food court, he asked me that one question I had never been asked before.

“Laura, will you be my girlfriend?”  His face turned red and he couldn’t look at me as he asked.

My eyes got wide and I was shocked that I had been asked to be his girlfriend.  I had never been one before.

With a huge smile and a warmth that filled my soul, I answered, “Yeah, I want to be your girlfriend.”

He gently took my hand and kissed the back of my palm.  “You won’t be disappointed.”

I was in total bliss the rest of the day.  I belonged to someone.  I was like his property.  I had a boyfriend.  Oh my god!  I was pretty enough to have a boyfriend!!

We drove back to my house and we went into my room.  We were alone in a private place and we were together like a couple.  It was close to 3 pm when my parents called me to ruin the mood.  They had just landed and they would be home in about 2 hours.

“We don’t have a whole lotta time.  My mom and dad are on their way home.”  I said sadly.

“It’s cool.  Should I leave now?”

I looked at him and smiled an evil grin.  “We are boyfriend and girlfriend now.”  I stepped toward him.  “We have about an hour.  How ‘bout we continue from yesterday.”   I stood right in front of him as he sat with his legs spread sitting on my bed.  I reached down and took hold of my shirt.  I lifted it just below my breasts.  “Care to see more?”  I raised my eyebrows at him seductively.

Alan nodded with a smile.

I took off my shirt and draped it over his shoulder.  I rubbed my fingers through his soft hair and kissed him deeply with a tease of my tongue.  I stepped back and kicked off my shoes and took off my socks.  I turned around and showed him a little butt cleavage.  “Wanna’ see me naked again?”

Alan’s smile grew bigger as he nodded again. 

I reached down and pulled down the jean skirt and let it fall to the ground at my feet.  I was comfortable being naked for my boyfriend.  I was pleasing him, even if it was just a tease.  Like the day before, I mounted his lap and hugged him tightly.  I whispered in his ear.

“I wanna be the best girlfriend for you.”

He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight before sliding them down to my butt.

He whispered back in my ear.  “You already are the best girlfriend ever.”  I couldn’t help myself.  I pushed him on his back on my bed and I kissed him as passionately as I knew how.  He responded well with a soft massage of my tongue.  His hands explored my body as we made out.  He rubbed me up and down my sides and waist, squeezed my butt and came back up.  I loved how sensual that felt.

I knelt up and looked down on him as I sat on his belly.  I could tell my pussy was getting wetter by the second so I lifted his shirt and rested my hot pussy on his bare belly.  Oh, my God.  It was so totally freakin’ hot feeling his skin on my most private part.  I took his hand in mine and guided it up to my breast.  He felt it and squeezed it gently.  Pleasure filled my body with his touch.

He took a firm hold of my waist and rolled me over to my back.  I was missionary and his body was up against mine.  I wanted him so bad.  I wanted him to take me right then and there.  But at the same time I was scared.

He leaned down to my ear and whispered, “Are you ready to do this?”

Panic set in and tears filled my eyes for almost no reason at all.  I think it was the confusion of my emotions that got to me.  “I… I can’t… Not… Not now…  Please.”  He leaned down and kissed me long and soft and wet. 

“That’s ok…  I will wait as long as you need.”  I could see a bit of frustration in his eyes as he rolled over and sat back down on the edge of my bed and took a deep breath.

I couldn’t just leave him like that.  I felt like I was torturing him.  I felt like a bitch.

Do it!  You know what I’m talking about.  He wont care.  Just do it.  Please him.

I stood up and pressed my leg against his crotch.  I was actually touching his balls with my thigh.  I kissed him softly on his neck and whispered in his ear.  “I’m not ready for THAT.  But I will do something for you.”  I could see the change of look in his soft green eyes.  He was happy again. 

I reached down and rubbed his crotch and I was able to feel his penis actually grow hard in my hands as I rubbed.  He started breathing heavier. 

“Mind if I take it out?” I said as I knelt between his legs.  He nodded silently looking down on me.  I liked him looking down on me like that.

“No, not at all.”  He said out of breath.

I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.  He helped me pull his pants and underwear down to his ankles.  It was the first real penis I had ever seen.  It wasn’t as big as the dildo I had practiced on that morning.  It wasn’t as thick either.  But I fell in love with the penis on that day.  I loved the shape of the head, the shaft, I loved how the balls drooped down lazily.  I loved the smell it gave off.  I would worship the penis if I had to.

“I… I’ve never done this before.  So, stop me if I’m doing it wrong.”  I told him as I took a soft hold of his balls in my hand.

Alan nodded anxiously waiting for me to do what I was about to do.  I remembered what I had read on the internet about giving a good blowjob.  I licked the tip with my tongue, tasting his manhood.  I even loved how it tasted.  I then wrapped my lips around the tip and massaged his tip with my tongue.  He started tensing up as I rubbed it.  I kept my hands massaging his balls as I very slowly took his length into my mouth.  He gently caressed my head as I went down.  I started pumping up and down slowly at first and picked up the speed as I went along.  I made sure my mouth never left his shaft and I was sure to keep my tongue rubbing the bottom.

After a while, he started pushing his hips toward me.  I allowed his tip to tap the back of my throat with every thrust.  I only gagged once the entire time.  I was pleasing this man with my mouth and I was loving every minute of it.  He started to give a loud strange moan that didn’t sound like it was coming from him.  I thought I might be hurting him, but I continued because I knew I was making him happy.  I felt his shaft get swollen in my mouth and it started to pulsate.  He took a hold of the back of my head and pushed my face down hard into his crotch so that my chin was touching his balls.  He held my head in place and didn’t allow me to move.  I submitted quickly.

“Oh, shit… *gasp*… Oh shit…  Oh my god…  Shit.”  He was gonna cum in my mouth.  I was gonna taste his cum.  Yes!

With a final thrust, he shot his fluid into my mouth.  He held me there until his penis stopped jerking.  He let go of me and fell back limp on the bed.

I took a hard swallow and tasted cum for the very first time.  YUCKY!!!  It was salty.  It tasted like sour milk almost and it left a really weird aftertaste at the back of my throat that stayed with me all day long.  I hated the way it tasted.  It wasn’t at all what I expected.  Some had spilled out of my mouth.  I used my sock to wipe it off.  I didn’t know if I ever wanted to taste cum again in my life.

“Holy shit, girl.  You are so totally fuckin’ awesome at that.  Not like I’ve ever had one to compare it to.”  He was panting.

“Did I do it right?”  I stood up and lied next to him.

“Honey, you were amazing.”  He was glowing.

“Maybe I can do that for you again sometime.”

“I feel so selfish.  Can I do something for you?”  He said looking at me.

“You already did, baby.  I am happy that you are happy.”

“Damn, you are the best.”  He took a deep sigh and jumped up.

He pulled up his pants and dressed himself.  “Wish I could stay here with you all day.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“I don’t wanna get you in trouble.  I should go.”

I walked him to the front door.  “I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’m gonna miss you too.”  We kissed gently and he walked away.

“I’ll call you later, babygirl.”  He said with a smile.

“I’ll be waiting for it.”  I smiled back.  I shut the door and loved myself.

I went back to my room and cleaned up.  I dressed in a new pair of jeans and a white tee shirt.  I used the same socks even though one had some cum on it.  I kept it to remind me of my submission.  I put on my tennis shoes and fixed my make-up and hair.  Mom and dad would be home soon.

       I cleaned the house up a little so my mom and dad wouldn’t have to come home to a dirty house.  It didn’t take long at all.  The rest of the time, I sat on the couch and watched TV.  Visions of what I had done with Alan kept dancing through my head.  The taste of cum remained in my mouth.  It was foul but I endured it to remind me of my status as a sex slave. 

The jeans I was wearing were a bit tight and the crotch area scuffed hard against my pussy.  Worried about how it might look, I decided to put a pair of silk panties on and a bra.  As soon as I was finished dressing, I heard my mom and dad drive up.

I had missed them so much.  I hated the fact that they were hardly home.  I loved having them there.  I quickly jumped up from the couch and ran outside to greet them.  The first one I saw was my mom.

“MOM!!!”  I ran to her and noticed the shocked look she had in her eyes.  I grabbed her and squeezed her hard.  “I missed you so much!” 

My dad then jumped out of the driver’s seat.  I immediately released my mom and ran hard to my dad who also looked shocked at my new look.

“DADDY!!”  I Jumped up and hugged him with everything I had.

“Hi, hita!  We missed you too.”  My dad said in a tired voice.

“How was your trip?”  I asked.

“Help us with the bags.  We’re going to take you guys out to dinner and tell you all about it.”

I was happy helping them with the bags.  I noticed my mom and dad looking at each other with disbelief at the way I looked.  It made me feel a little nervous about what they might have to say about it. 

After helping them, they excused me from their room so they could change.  I was able to hear some of what they were talking about as I stood just outside their door.

“Oh my god, is that the same Laura?”  My dad said.

My mom giggled.  “Frank, she’s a young woman now.”

“Bullshit, she’s only fourteen.”

“I know, I know, but she can’t be your little girl forever.”

“Guys are going to be all over her, and I won’t have it.  She better not be dating.”

“Calm down hunny.  She’s a smart girl.  She won’t do anything stupid.”

“You need to talk to her.  Seriously.  She’s too pretty now.  I want to lock her up.”

“She’s always been pretty.  She’s just finding herself.  Leave her alone.  If you are too strict with her, she’s going to rebel.”

“Fine.”  Dad sounded a little upset and that made me nervous about asking about my date the next night.  “You’re the expert.”  He was referring to my mom’s profession as a psychologist. 

“I’ll talk to her now.  Don’t do anything that’ll upset her.”

I quietly made my way to my room and sat at the foot of my bed waiting for my mom to come in.

“Hi, hita.”  She said concerning.

“Hi mom.”  I said happily as if I didn’t know what the visit was about?

She shut the door quietly behind her and sat on my computer chair.  “Let’s talk…  So what have you been up to these past couple of weeks we were gone?”

“Nothing really, I’ve just been doing my chores and hanging around the house.”  I responded as if I didn’t know what the next question would be.

“I wanted to talk to you about a few things.”

“Ok?”

“Your dad and I noticed your new look.  What brought that on?”

“I guess I just needed to feel more girly.  I got tired of being ignored by boys and feeling so depressed all the time.”  I slumped over.

“Hita, you have always been pretty.  I guess it was your time to grow up and make a change.  I understand that.  Do you think about boys all the time?”  Oh my God.  She was going to give me the talk.

“Yeah, I guess so.”  I didn’t want to give her all the details.

“Do you ever think about sex?”  I was always open and honest with my mom.  She never judged me no matter what the problem was.

“Yeah, sometimes, I guess.”  I was getting more nervous.

“That’s natural.  Don’t worry about it.  I was your age when I had sex for my first time.”

“Really?”

“Wait, wait, I’m not finished…  I’m not giving you the ok to go ahead and do it.  But at the same time, when the time comes, I also won’t be able to stop you from doing it.  I regretted it when I did it.  I felt dirty and used.  And when he broke up with me, I wanted to die.”

“Don’t worry, mom, I’m not planning on having sex anytime soon.”  I said timidly.

“I know.  But please be careful if you do.  Tomorrow I’m gonna take you to the clinic to get some birth control pills and condoms.”

“Why?  I’m not having sex.  I already told you…”  She cut me off.

“I know, I know.  But it’s better to be prepared in case you do.  Believe me, when it happens, it’s not planned.  It just happens and it feels wonderful.”  She took a deep sigh.  “Well, at first it actually hurts, but you learn to love it.”

“it hurts?”  I looked concerned.

“Yes, you might not like sex the first time you try it.  It really hurts.  But for me, it was only the first time that it hurt.  Then it got easier.”
       “So you slept with a bunch of guys?”  Eww.

“No…  Well, I wasn’t a slut, if that’s what you mean.  I slept with some boys I thought I was in love with when I was in high school.  I didn’t know what love was until I met your daddy.”

“So are you saying that it’s ok for me to have sex?”  I asked.

“Well..”  She seemed at a loss for words.  “I don’t WANT you to, but I can’t stop you either.”

I couldn’t believe she was so open with it.  I wasn’t planning on doing it anytime soon, but I knew I would eventually.  I stayed silent.

“Just remember that boys will say anything to get in your pants.  Just be careful and have some dignity and self-control.  You are a smart girl.”

Just then, I heard my brothers came home.  They were talking to my dad and welcoming him home.  Just when they asked about mom, she stood up.

“Ready to go to dinner?”  She asked

“Yeah, sure, and thanks mom, you’re awesome.”  I paused.  “Oh, mom, I have to ask a favor.”

“Sure.”  She said.

“I sorta’ got asked out on a date tomorrow. Think I could go?”  I was so worried about her response.

She took a deep sigh.  “Who asked you out?”

“Alan from the next street over.”

“Oh, he’s a good kid. He’s very respectful.”  She smiled warmly at me.  “Let me try to get your dad to say yes.  Don’t worry.”

“Thanks mom.”

She just smiled and walked out to meet my brothers.  Dinner was good as they had taken us to a New Mexican restaurant because they missed the green chili from being gone so long.  They discussed the trip and how the conferences went and the people they met.  It was pretty boring stuff.  My mind kept wandering off to my other life nobody knew about.

You know it’s been eight hours since you last played with your pussy.  You’re going to be in trouble tonight with your Master little girl.  You disobeyed a direct order.  I can hardly wait.

With all that had been going on, I had forgotten about my orders.  What was I going to say to my online Master?  Maybe I would be able to explain.  I was supposed to meet him in about an hour and I knew I wouldn’t make it in time to meet him.  My mom and dad were going to take my time up tonight.

I had noticed how strange and different my dad was looking at me.  He wasn’t rude or anything, he just looked like he was sad a little.  After dinner I stood up and hugged him tight.

“I love you dad.”  I said sincerely.

He wrapped his strong arms around me and patted my back.  “I love you too, hita.”

I grabbed his arm and held it all the way out to the car to let him know that I was still his little girl.  I didn’t want to make him feel like he was losing me.  I was a total daddy’s girl.

On the way home, Alan called me.  I ignored it and decided to call him back when I got home.  I didn’t want to flirt in front of my parents.

Once home, my mom and dad went into their bedroom.  My brothers and I waited in the den and watched some TV.  I knew my mom was talking to him about my date and I got butterflies in my stomach worried about him saying no.  Shortly after, mom walked out.

“Laura, dad wants to talk to you.”  She smiled as I passed by so I wouldn’t be so nervous.  I had a feeling that he would let me after a lecture.

I shut the door and sat on a chair against the wall.  Dad was sitting on the bed with his head down.

“So Alan asked you out?”  He wasn’t looking at me.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Where is he taking you?”

I didn’t want to tell him that I was going to a party so I made something up.  “Dinner and a movie I think.”

“Ok, I’m going to let you go.  But… I want to talk to him first.  I want him to understand the rules.”

I jumped up and hugged him.  “Thank you dad.  Thank you. Thank you.  Thank you!!”

“I’m going to want you back home by midnight and I want a call from you after dinner, before the movie and after the movie.  I might call you during the night and you better answer.”

“Ok.  Thank you so much.  You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“Yeah, I know.  Thank you mom.”

I walked out of his room and hugged my mom without saying a word. 

I spent about another half hour in the den talking with my family before I told them that I was tired and I was going to bed.  I needed to call Alan back and meet my Master online.  It was 8:45 and I wasn’t even sure he would wait for me that long.  I called Alan and told him I could go with him but that I had to be home by midnight.  He was very happy to hear about it.

After talking to him for a short time, I logged in to the private chat room that my online Master created for us.  He was still there waiting for me.  His cam was on and he ordered me to turn mine on immediately.

“You’re late, cunt.”

“Sorry, my mom and dad came home and I had to spend time with them.”

“Why aren’t you naked?  You are really fucking up.  I don’t think you are taking this seriously.  You are not a real slave when you fail your Master.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.  But if they found out, it would be over between us.”

“I don’t care, it would be your fault.  Strip.  NOW!”

I took off my clothes and knelt in front of the computer.

“Did you do what you were told?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did you play with that pussy every 4 hours without cumming?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Give me a close-up of your pussy.”

I took my webcam and gave him a close-up of my pussy.

“You are lying to me, cunt.  If you had done what I asked, your pussy would be soaked and swollen by now.  Do you really think I’m stupid?”

“No, Sir, I don’t.  I’m sorry.”

“Go get your toys.  Tonight, you are going to be punished like you’ve never been punished before.  You were disrespectful.  You disobeyed.  You lied.  And you were late.”  He continued to scold me while I crawled to my closet and brought my toys.

“First, I want you to use that dildo to rub your pussy.  You must ask me permission to cum.  Now start.”

I started rubbing my clit with the dildo slowly and immediately felt my juices flowing.  I started breathing heavier as the tickle in my vagina grew stronger.  He was able to tell by the look in my eyes that I was getting close.  I wanted to shove that thing up my pussy hole and have my orgasm, but I just kept rubbing harder and faster.

“Can I cum, Sir?  Please let me cum.”

“Hold it in, slut.  Keep it in.  Let the feeling travel through your body.”

“Oh God!  Please, Sir, I need to cum.  I can’t hold it anymore.”  I was starting to cry.

“Stop NOW!!”

With tears welling up in my eyes, I quickly pulled the dildo away from my sopping wet sex.  I was getting desperate to cum.  I needed it so bad.

“Get your panties and wipe that gooey shit off your dirty pussy.  I want it dry and sticky.”

“Yes, Sir” I said almost crying.  I grabbed my silk panties and wiped my sex until it was dry again even though it was still getting wet.

“Get a pair of clamps and attach one on each pussy lip.”  He was smiling.

I got a pair of clamps and reached down and pinched one of my pussy lips and opened the clamp on each side of it.  I slowly released the clamp and let it pinch down hard on my lip.  Holy shit that hurt!  How the hell do the women on the internet endure it?  I cried out in pain and wanted to release it immediately.

“Leave it there!  You will get used to it.  Trust me.  Just breathe and leave it.”

I started breathing and it helped a little.  The pain quickly changed to a major discomfort.  It was time to put on the other side.  This time I knew what to expect and it wasn’t quite as bad as my breathing helped a little.

“This is your punishment for your failure to play with yourself as I had ordered you to.”  He said smiling an evil smile.

“Now I want the other set on those hard nipples of yours.”

“Yes, Sir.”I said as I grabbed the clamps from the box.  It felt weird as the chain dangled down between my legs with every move I made.

The nipple clamps were even harder to put on than the clit clamps.  My nipples were sensitive to the pinch and I had to release the clamp very slowly until I got used to each progressing pressure.  Eventually, I was able to get them on.

“In time, you will be able to put those on with no struggle at all like the real slaves do.  How do you feel right now cunt?”

“I… I feel very uncomfortable and pretty humiliated being like this in front of you.”

“But that doesn’t matter now does it?”

“No Sir.”  I responded in shame.  “I… I deserve it.”

“Your comfort is never important.  My pleasure is your main priority.”

“Yes Sir.”  I felt ashamed and so totally turned on by it.

“Ok, now I want you to get your butt plug and lube it up with your pussy before you put it in your nasty ass.”

I took out the small tailed butt plug from the box.  I rubbed it up and down my soaking wet and painful pussy turning me on even more.  Once it was covered in my goo, I reached down between my legs and started putting it in.  It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be.  Stretching my asshole would prove to be pretty hard that first time.  It felt like I needed to poop it out as I was now filled in my asshole.  Sir knew my discomfort and smiled.

“Who does that ass belong to, cunt?”

“You, Sir.”

“Wrong, you are not my slave because you are not with me in person.  Try again. Whore.”

I didn’t know what to say.  “I… I don’t know, Sir.”

“God, your stupid.  Do you want to be slut or not?”

“Yes Sir”

“Then your ass belongs to anybody who wants to use it.  Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“So who does that plugged ass belong to?”  He looked serious.

“Anyone who wants to use it, Sir.”

“Say it.”

I gulped.  “My ass belongs to anybody who wants to use it, Sir.”

“Be proud of that, slut.  Now pull on those nipple chains.”

I pulled as the pain returned to my nipples.  I gasped.

“Whose tits are those, tramp?”

“They belong to anybody who wants to use them, Sir.”

“Say it, are you fucking dumb?  You know I want you say it and believe it. Do it!”

“My tits belong to anybody who wants to use them, Sir.”

“Good girl.  Now pull those clit chains, cunt.”

I pulled on the clit chains and got a little dizzy from the pain mixed with pleasure mixed with the realization that I was actually doing this.

“Tell me.  Whose cunt hole is that? Fuckin whore.”

“My cunt belongs to anybody who wants to use it, Sir.”

“That’s right.  From now on, every night I want you to meet me like this.  I want you clamped and your ass plugged and kneeling naked.  Before I do anything with you, you will do this ritual.  Think your tiny mind can remember that?”

“Yes Sir.”  I was happy with the control I had given him.  Thoughts of having to give myself to the world and have no bodily possessions gave me a shiver of pure delight.

“Yeah, we’ll see.  Dirty cunts like you almost never learn on the first try.”  He paused for a second and got closer to the screen.  “You do know that I think you are totally fucking hot and you aren’t really stupid, right, it’s just me role playing.”

I laughed out loud and nodded.

“Good, time for a little reward.  Are the clamps starting to hurt you yet?”

“Not really, Sir.”  They were uncomfortable, but not painful like before.

“Ok then, I want you to do a few things before I give you a reward…  First, I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl around the perimeter of your room.  Then I want you to stand up before me and spread your legs.”

“Yes Sir.”  This made me feel like the girls in the pictures who were acting like pets and dogs.  Less than human.  I dropped down to my hands and knees and I could see the tail was dragging on the floor.  I started crawling around the room feeling the chains swing and sway back and forth with every step.  This caused me to feel the pain in my nipples and pussy lips really quickly.  They felt sore and almost like they were bruising.  It’s hard to explain the pain I was in.  It wasn’t too severe, it was just a constant pain.

I returned to the computer and stood up and spread my legs for Sir. 

“Good, how do they feel now, cunt?”

“They are feeling sore and painful a little, Sir.”

“Since you are still being punished, I want you to do it again, only this time, I want you to do it as fast as you can.  Go, Now!”

I quickly dropped back down and the pain started coming harder by the minute.  I crawled around my big room as fast as I could which made the chains sway even more causing even more pain in my sensitive areas.  I quickly returned to him and stood spread again.

“How about now, slut?”

“They hurt now, Sir.”

“Good.  Now I want you to use both hands and sloooowly take the nipple clamps off.  This, you will enjoy, little girl.”

I reached down to my nipple clamps with both hands as I had been ordered.  I slowly pressed down to open each clamp and release my pain.  Then the shock hit me as the blood started flowing back into the nipples.  I looked into the camera and showed my pain.

“Oooooowww!”  I whispered so I wouldn’t alarm anyone in the house.  I really wanted to scream.  Sir just laughed hysterically.

“Hurts more coming off don’t it, cunt?”

I nodded my head and saw the indentions the clamps had made.  I started rubbing them to comfort them.

“Wait a minute.  Did I tell you that you could touch yourself whore?”  He looked pissed.

I simply shook my head no.

“Then why the fuck are you touching everyone elses nipples?  You don’t have that right!”  I loved that!  I loved that I now didn’t have the right to touch my own nipples or cunt or ass unless I asked permission first.  And the fact that he called my nipples everyone elses, turned me on so much I felt a tiny fake orgasm fill my belly.

“Sorry Sir.”  I said it with a smile.

“Now, take off the clit clamps, tramp.”

I reached down and slowly removed the clamps from my pussy lips causing even more pain than the nipples.  This time, tears started forming in my eyes as I took them off.  A tiny squeal escaped my lips as I looked at Sir with desperation.  I wanted to rub them softly, but I knew they didn’t belong to me anymore.  I had officially given my pussy away that night.  It was no longer mine.  I loved those thoughts with my entire soul. 

“Good girl… Now I want you to kneel down and I want you to put the dildo in your mouth.”

I did as I was told.  The big rubber dildo dangled out of my mouth.

“Use one hand to rub that warm, ready pussy and use the other hand to pump that dildo in your mouth.  I’m going to jack off to seeing you like this.  Does that turn you on?”

I nodded with a full mouth.

“What?  You cant answer with a cock in your mouth?  Answer, don’t take that cock out and answer.”

“Uuhhhffffffuuhh.”

“Lousy, but I’ll accept it.  Now you will not be allowed to cum until AFTER I cum and give you permission to cum.  You also don’t have the right to cum without earning it.  You wont even beg until I finish, understand, dumb whore?”  I loved the name calling, so demeaning.

I nodded.

I started pumping my mouth and rubbing my sopping wet clit while he started jacking off to me.  I kept going without stopping and I soon felt my pussy pulsate with pleasure.  It was getting swollen and wetter by the minute.  My own smell filled the room.  It didn’t take him long at all to cum.  I could see it in his face as he grunted and went sort of limp at his computer.  I never saw his penis.

He looked up at me as I continued to pound my throat and rub my desperate and crying and squishy clit.  He showed me his cum on his hand.

“Is the slut desperate to cum?”  I nodded and looked at him desperately.

“Does she have the right to cum?”  I nodded again as tears started to roll down my cheek.  I hadn’t noticed I was crying.

“WRONG, whore!  You DO NOT have the right to cum.  Let’s try again… Does the slut have the right to cum?”

I shook my head no as I started crying in desperation even harder.

“Does she deserve an orgasm?”  He had a huge smile on his face.

I paused and shook my head no again.

“WRONG again cunt!  Didn’t you work hard tonight to earn your orgasm?”

I nodded crying harder.

“Does the dirty whore deserve to have an orgasm?”

I nodded desperately hoping to cum.  My pussy was gushing practically and I couldn’t hold it anymore.  I wasn’t going to stop  unil I came whether he allowed it or not.

“Ok, cunt, on the count of three I want you to cum hard for me.  When you cum, I want that whole dildo slammed down your throat.  You must learn to please while you receive pleasure.  One… two… THREE.”

I shoved the dildo really hard to the back of my throat cutting off my air as I rubbed myself harder and faster to one of the most intense and satisfying orgasms I had ever had in my entire life.  To this day, I still think that was one of the best masturbations I have ever had.  I choked and convulsed and shook and cried and tensed up until that long hard wave of pure heaven filled my body and my soul.  It had finally come.  And it was spectacular!

I was dizzy and tired.  My pussy was still pulsating with pleasure.  My nipples were sore.  My ass was still full with the tail.  And I was happy.

“How was that, bitch?”  he said with a smile.

“Huh?”  I felt totally retarded.

He laughed really hard.  “Never mind, slut.  Tonight and tomorrow, I want you to rub that pussy like you were instructed and failed to do today.  Every four hours.  Remember, it’s everybody’s pussy and I say for you to play with it every four hours and you better not cum!  Goodnight, cunt.”

I simply nodded forgetting that I had a date and I wouldn’t be meeting him.  He turned off his camera and I turned off the computer.  My knees were weak, my body was weak, my mind was on cloud nine.  I took out the butt plug and curled up on the floor and fell asleep deeper than I had in days.

       That night I had an awesome dream.  I woke up on the floor next to my bed.  I had a posture collar and a ball gag on.  My hands were bound behind me to my ankles.  Above me and on the bed, I could hear someone snoring.  I struggled to see who it was, but my collar was attached a metal ring on the floor.  I had no choice but to lie there and wait for whoever was in the bed to get up and release me.  I lied there for what seemed like hours before I heard the person moving. 

He sat up and looked down on me.  He was wearing a ski mask so I couldn’t see who it was.  He was well-built and tanned just the way I liked.  He stood up on the opposite side of the bed and walked over to me.  Before he said anything, he untied me and leashed my collar.

“Come on, cunt puppy.  Let’s go girl.”  He was talking to me like I was a puppy.  He was the man inside my head.

Then time jumped.  I was clean and made up and I was kneeling at the foot of my bed.  The masked man was in my drawers picking out an outfit for me to wear.

“None of these will do.  Let me see…”  He walked into the bathroom and returned with some medical tape and an ace bandage.  “This is better.”  His voice was deep and strong and demanding.

He ordered me to stand with my arms behind my head and feet together.  He used the tape to wrap around my chest like it was a bra.  It was only thick enough to cover my nipples.  My breasts were much bigger than they were in real life.  He then used the ace bandage to wrap around my waist.  He wrapped it around several times until it covered the curve of my butt, barely.  It was only about an inch or so below my pussy.  He then tossed me a pair of killer high heel shoes and ordered me to put them on.  I did.

He then grabbed a pad with some thick cardstock like paper on it.  He wrote something on it and attached it to a pair of nipple clamps.  I read it as he knelt down and put the clamps with the sign on my pussy lips.  It read, ‘Pussy for sale’.  It hung down just below the bandage/skirt in full view. 

He then grabbed a buttplug and used a small chain to attach another sign.  He had me bend over while he inserted the plug into my asshole and allowed the sign to dangle down behind my thighs.  It read, ‘Ass for sale’.  He then put me a thick leather collar around my neck with the words ‘Cheap Whore’ engraved on it in pink.  He attached a leash to the collar and we drove to the city.

We went to the mall.  He handed me a small purse with some business cards on it.  I read one of them.  It said, “My name is Cunt.  I am a teenage whore.  Interested?  Call me.  555-7588 or 555-SLUT.”  On the back of the card were the prices.  “BJ-$5, Sex-$10, Anal-$20, All access, $40, Free BJ’s for the first 5 people who call.”

I was taken out of the car wearing tape across my breasts as an actual top and an ace bandage as my skirt with signs on my pussy and my ass advertising my body for sale.  As we entered the mall, I was ordered to hand out all 150 business cards to every person I saw.  I had to smile at each and every one of them and act friendly.  It was strange to me that nobody seemed to care too much about my near nudity.  I got looks of disgust and looks of lust.  It didn’t matter to me, every one of them turned me on.

I woke up sweating and my smelly pussy soaked.  It felt so real, I couldn’t believe how sick and twisted I had become even in my dreams.  I wondered if I needed some professional help.  But I was enjoying myself so much, I quickly blew it off.

I checked the clock.  It read 4:45am.  I loved the dream so much, I turned on my lamp and wrote it down.  Then I used my own imagination to finish my dream. 

My mind couldn’t get off the ideas of giving away my own rights.  I couldn’t stop thinking about being property to be controlled and used to please.  So I used my imagination to finish what would be my most extreme, yet impossible, fantasy. 

After I had finished handing out all 150 cards, my Master drove us home.  He let me in and sat me down.  He handed me a cell phone that was turned off at the moment.  He began to explain my place.

“You are my whore.  I will be your pimp.  You enjoy fucking and sucking and pleasing others don’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”  I said happily.

“You want to give it away to everyone for free anyway, right?”

“Yes Master.”

“Well, if you are gonna live in my house, you will have to earn your keep.  You’re too young to have a real job, so your job will be my whore.  I will supply you with a roof over your head, food to eat, protection, and place to sleep.  You will work by using your hot body to seduce and charge men for your sexual service.  Understand so far?”

“Yes Master, I understand.”

“Ok, here’s how it works.  You will receive ten percent of the full price.  This means you will get .50 cents for each blowjob.  I will get $4.50 for protecting and owning you.  You will get $1.00 for each fuck.  I will get $9.  You will get $2 for anal sex.  I will get $18.  You will get $4 for full service.  I will get 36.  My charges are for your protection and your management.  You will get to do what you love and earn some spending money on the side.  But there is a catch.”  He smiled an evil grin.

He continued.  “Living with me isn’t cheap.  You must pay rent and pay for food and clothes.  Here is what I charge.  If you earn $100 in a month, you will be allowed to sleep inside the house in that little cage over there.”  He pointed to a small 3’ by 3’ by 3’ cage in the corner.  “If you make less than that, you will be chained outside.  If you make $200, you will get to wear clothes.  If you make a penny less than that, you will be forced to do everything naked even if it’s shopping or running errands for me.”  He looked down at me.

“If you make $300 you will be given a bedroll and allowed to sleep on the floor beside your Masters bed.  If you make $400, you will be given an actual bed in your own room.  If you make $500, you will have an entire seven days off with full freedom to do what you please.  Does all this make sense to you, cunt?”

“So if I make you $500, you will give me freedom for a full week?”

“No, YOU have to make $500.  My money you make me is mine.  Your money is to be spent on this.”

It was too much at that point.  I was going too far with my thoughts.  But I just had to do the math in my head.  It came out to a ridiculous amount of sex I would have to endure.  1,000 blowjobs, 500 fucks, 250 anal fucks, or 125 full service acts.  The numbers made me laugh out loud.  Every day I would have to give 33 blowjobs, 17 fucks, 8 anal fucks, or 8 full services a day.

“That’s so stupid.”  I said as I let the dream go as impossibility.  I lied back down on the floor and fell back asleep with a laughing smile about my ridiculous fantasy.

I woke up a several hours later.  The sun was bright and warming my feet as it came through my window.  I had slept until 10am.  Alan was probably looking for me.  I checked my phone and I had a text from him.  I got excited as I opened the message.

“Hey, I guess I missed you this morning.  Did you go for your walk?”  He had sent it an hour earlier.  So I texted him back.

“Sorry, I overslept.  Maybe in a while.”  He responded with:  “Cant wait to see you, sexy.”

I could hear my mom and dad in the kitchen probably making breakfast.  I knew my brothers were at work because it was Friday.  I quickly got up and wrapped myself in my robe to greet them.

“Good morning, hita!”  My mom said happily as she cooked.

“Morning, mom.”  I looked around for my dad but I couldn’t find him.  My mom noticed and answered before I could ask.

“Your dad’s at the store.  He went to buy me some flour and lard for the tortillas.”  My mom was going to make tortillas!  I loved her tortillas fresh off the comal.  Mmmm.

“You’re making tortillas too?”  I said happily.

“Not tonight.  Tomorrow.  I’m going to show you how.”  That made me so happy.  It was sort of a rite of passage in my mom’s family to pass on the cooking skills to all the women.  This meant that I was now considered a woman and no longer a girl.

“Really?”

“Yup.  I think it’s time you learn.”

I hugged her tightly.  “Thank you mom.  I love you so much.”  She hugged me back and smiled.

Hey slut.

I was in a daze.

HEY CUNT!!!  The voice rang out loudly in my head and caught my attention.

Did you like my little visit last night?

Yup that was me.  I know you loved it.

My mind went from being loyal and true to my family roots to becoming a total and true sex starved slut again.  My mind turned and made a complete 180.

Did you forget about poor Alan waiting for you?

“Mom, I’ve been going for walks around the neighborhood every day.  I like the fresh air.  I think I’m gonna get ready and go if that’s alright with you.”

She didn’t seem to care as she kept busy in the kitchen.  “Ok.”

I quickly grabbed some clothes and jumped in the shower.  I scrubbed myself, I shaved my legs, pussy, and pits.  There wasn’t that much hair, but enough to make me realize that those parts were not perfectly smooth and soft.  I styled my hair and put some light make-up on.  I checked myself out in the mirror like the voices had taught me.  “Would I fuck me if I were Alan…  I mean, a boy?”  I laughed.  I looked better every day.

Don’t get too cocky bitch.  Remember, you are a slave to all men.  Stop acting like you are the hottest chic in the world.

I quickly dressed in a pair of short jean shorts that showed off my now shiny and freshly shaved legs that were so shapely and attractive.  I liked my legs a lot and decided that I was going to take care of them because they were my favorite part of my body. 

I put on a tight tank top that hugged what little curves I had, but at least showed that I had a firm and flat belly and small firm breasts.  I didn’t bother to wear panties or a bra.  I was hoping that my parents wouldn’t notice as I made my way out the door.  They didn’t. 

“Bye, mom.”  I yelled as I rushed out the door before she could see me.

“Bye…”  Her voice faded as I headed out the door quickly.

I walked fast that day.  I wanted to get to Alan as fast as possible.  But I didn’t want to make myself sweat while doing it.  That would be just gross.  He would probably break up with me.

A few minutes later I made it to Alan’s house.  He was outside on the porch drinking a glass of juice.  I waved at him cheerily as I approached.  He stood up and waved back and gave me a sexy smile.

“Hey there sexy.”  He said as we got closer to each other.

“Hey handsome.”  I wanted to get there faster so I could kiss him.

“I’ve been waiting to see you all day.”  He said.

“Me too, sorry I woke up so late.”

“So THAT’S why you look so pretty today.”  He was so damn charming.

I just blushed as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me hard against his slim body.  He was a few inches taller than I was so I looked up at him with my sweetest look and smiled as he planted his lips on mine.  He was such a good kisser.  So soft and sensual.  My lips would go numb after kissing for a while.  I loved kissing him.  I loved the idea that I now belonged to him.  His hands wandered up and down my back as mine did the same. 

I had to make this even more exciting.  I didn’t want him to get bored of me so I bent my knee a little so it would rub against his crotch lightly.  Then I reached back and took a soft hold of his wrist and guided his hand down to my butt.  He rubbed it gently before giving it a nice squeeze and a lift.  I could taste his sweet breath on my tongue as we made out for a good five minutes or so non-stop.  His hands never left my butt. 

Finally, we decided to take a break and we sat down on his lawn. 

“So, are you ready for tonight?”  He asked me with a smile.

“Yeah, but…”  He gave me a look of concern and disappointment.

“No, it’s not that bad.  My parents said I can go, but I have to be home by 12 or I will never ever be allowed to go out with you again.”

“Oh, awesome, no problem, girl.”

“But there’s one more thing…”  I paused and bit my lip.  “My dad wants to meet you first.”

“Oh, that’s cool.  Parents love me.”

“So you can fool them good, huh?”  I said teasingly.

“Ha, ha.  They just think I’m respectful.  Don’t worry.”  I loved the way he carried himself with so much confidence.

I couldn’t help it.  I leaned over and kissed him deeply on the lips again for round two.  Only this time, we lied down on the cool grass.  He reached for my hand and guided it down to his crotch this time.  I felt his balls in my hand so soft.  I loved his balls.  I made sure I massaged them nice and gentle.  It wasn’t long before he started getting harder down there until he had a tent in his sweat pants. 

After we finished making out, I never stopped rubbing his balls and his dick.  I didn’t want to stop touching them.  They were my new favorite thing in the whole world.  I wanted to take it in my mouth again so bad, but I knew I couldn’t in front of the entire neighborhood.  I knew at that time I would worship those all my life.

“You know.”  He said while looking into my eyes.  “Most guys dream about having a girl like you.”

I just smiled back and put my head on his shoulder.

“I guess I’m just lucky.”

We lied there for some time with my hands remaining on his crotch rubbing until I knew it was time to go home.

“Well, I gotta get going now.”  I stood up and dusted myself off.

“Mind if I walk you home?”

“Sure, if my dad is there then you guys can get it over with right away.”

“Right on, let’s go.”  He took my hand and we walked side by side all the way back to my house.

My dad was home and I was more nervous than Alan was.  All I could do was hope and pray that my dad wouldn’t scare him away. 

We walked inside.  My mom and dad were sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast.

“Morning dad.”  My voice was shaking.

“Morning, hita.”  He looked my way and made a double take as he noticed my company.

I moved beside Alan.  “This is Alan.  Dad.”

Dad’s face turned serious as he stood up and stepped toward us.  He reached out his hand to shake Alan’s. 

“Good to finally meet you, Alan.”  Alan took his hand and gave it a friendly shake.

“Same here, Mr. Garcia.”  He looked my dad dead in the eyes with a warm comforting smile.

“I’ve heard a little about you from Laura here.”

“Good stuff, I hope.”

“Yeah, mostly.  Come in, are you hungry?”

“Oh, you’re having breakfast?”

“Yup.  Ms. Garcia here cooks a mean breakfast.  Laura, serve Alan a plate.”  Dad motioned for him to sit down.

“Thank you.”  Alan was so polite he even surprised me.

I enjoyed the act of making him a plate and serving him.  I made myself one also and sat down.

“So, where are you planning on taking Laura tonight.”  Dad said suddenly and directly, almost strictly.

“Well, I was thinking of taking her to eat and then maybe a movie if that’s ok with you.”  Alan seemed so calm.  I was so nervous, I could hardly eat anything.

“What time will you be bringing her home.”  Dad was getting testy with his questions.

Alan grinned at me and swallowed his bite.  “What time would you like her home by, Sir?”

Dad smiled.  “No later than midnight.”

“I will bring her home even earlier than that.”  Alan sounded so confident. 

Then came the harder questions.  “You know my hita here…”  he gently rubbed my hand.  “She’s only fourteen.  If anything happens to her…”

Alan quickly stopped eating.  “I will take very good care of her.  I have a lot of respect for Laura.  I won’t let anything bad happen to her.”

Dad just looked at Alan sternly.  Alan didn’t stare back other than to show how serious he was but at the same time displaying his respect for my dad.

“You know she’s my only girl and she has two very protective brothers.”

Alan then said those magic words I would never forget, the words that made my dad silent with trust.  “If you will give me one chance to prove myself to both you and your daughter, sir, I guarantee you, you will not be disappointed.  If I fail, I will consider it my own fault and i’ll consider it my loss.”

Wow!  He really was good with parents.  Where did he learn this stuff?  The words were so well laid, that it made my dad smile.  He simply offered Alan another handshake.  Alan took his hand proudly.

“You have fun tonight.  But not too much fun.”  Dad said with a smile as he continued eating.

The rest of the meal went smoothly as mom and dad asked about Alan’s past.  They asked about his grades, his parents, his hobbies, and other simple things.  Alan took the questions with ease.

After breakfast, Alan dismissed himself announcing that he would be picking me up around 6:30.  With a smile, I took his hand and led him outside the front door.  I knew my mom and dad were watching from the window so I gave him a quick peck on the lips and hugged him tight.

“Can I ask a favor?”  I whispered.

“Anything.”

“Can I give you the dress I’m wearing tonight?  My dad would die if I tried going out in that.”

“Sure no problem, just call me when you want me to come pick it up.”

“Thanks.”  I said as I watched him walk away and down the street.

I went back inside wondering what my parents might have to say about him.

“Looks like a nice kid.”  Mom said first.

Dad just nodded.

“Well, I like him a lot.”  The smile on my face wouldn’t leave.

It’s been four hours, cunt.  Time to go play with that dirty pussy of yours and email your master to tell him you won’t be with him tonight.  You will be with Alan.  Let’s see if he doesn’t dump you after that because slaves aren’t allowed to have other boyfriends, Masters are allowed to have whoever he wants.

Dad then took a soft grip of my hand and looked me in the eyes.  “You be very careful tonight.  I think you know what I mean.”

“Don’t worry dad…”  I looked at mom.  “I won’t do anything stupid.  I promise.”

With that said I practically floated to my bedroom to do my dirty slave duties.  The first thing I did was strip as soon as I was inside my room.  I picked up my clothes and placed them on the bed.  Every time I looked at that bed, it reminded me of the day before. 

Look at that bed, whore.  Don’t you find it exciting that the only time you are allowed to use it is when you are acting like a whore?  You don’t sleep in it, you don’t sit on it.  The only thing that bed is used for now is for pleasing men.  How does that make you feel, cunt?

“Low, it makes me feel lower as a person.”

That’s right.  And you like putting yourself down like that, don’t you?

“Yes, I do.”  The thoughts made me wet.

I took out my toys and strapped the dildo to the bedpost like I did the day before.

This time, cunt, you will rub your clit while you suck that cock.  You will please that cock for ten minutes and you will receive no pleasure because you haven’t earned it yet.

I waited for the clock to turn 11:15 before I knelt up and took it in my mouth.  I rubbed myself at the same pace I was pumping and sucking.  I was proud of myself for lasting a full five minutes non stop before needing a break.  It was a little hard to hold back my orgasm but if I concentrated on my sucking routine, it made it a little easier to forget the pleasure I was going to deny myself.  After a short break, I returned to my morning routine to finish my sucking practice.  My back was tired, but not as bad as the day before and my knees were just as sore, but I endured it much better.

There you go, cunt, much better than yesterday.  And tomorrow you will do even better until you can do a full fucking hour on your knees like an actual whore.

I turned on my computer so that I could e-mail my online Master and tell him I wouldn’t be making our meeting tonight.  Much to my surprise, he had sent me an email.

Dear slut.

I’ve decided to give you a few more projects for tomorrow (today).  On top of playing with your pussy every four hours with that huge dildo you have there, I want you to spank your tits, pussy and ass 20 times after you do it.  This, and only this, will earn you an orgasm tonight.  If you fail, you will not be allowed to cum tonight.  Also, in order for you to earn your orgasm, you must also finish your BDSM list.  If you fail in doing these tasks, you will be punished and teased and sent to bed. 

Have a good day, whore.

Master.

I didn’t know how to let him down.  I didn’t know how to tell him I wouldn’t make it that night.  Just then I got an IM from him.  No cam, just chat.

“Hello whore!  What are you doing online?” 

“I was going to send you an e-mail, Sir.”

“Really?  Did you get my e-mail?

“Yes, Sir, I did.”

“Good, are you going to be a good cunt and do everything your Master tells you?”

“Sir, I have some bad news.”

“OK?”

“I won’t be able to make it tonight.”

“Why?”

“I have a date.”  I got worried as he took a long while to respond.

“So the dirty cunt is planning on cheating on her Master after she promised to be loyal?”

“I’m sorry Sir, please don’t be mad.”

“It’s ok.  What are you planning to do with this boy?”

“Just go to a party.”

“What time will you be back?”

“Around midnight.”

“Planning on fucking him?”

“Not really, Sir.”

“Ok, change of plans.  You WILL finish the list today.  But tonight, I want you to make it your goal to fuck his brains out.”

“I’ve never done it before, Sir.”

“You’ve got to do it sometime.  A whore like you can’t go without sex all her life.  You know you want to.”

He was right.  I did want to have sex.  I wanted to feel the pleasure of a man.

He continued.  “Meet me here at 12:30 and I will want to know all the details.”

“Yes, Master, I promise.”

“Good girl. Have a great day.  Bye.”

The rest of the day went pretty smooth.  I put my toys away and spent more time at home with my mom and dad.  Alan called a few times just to check what was up with me.  Finally it came time for me to get ready for the party.

I had told Alan to drive by so I could take him my dress so he could keep it in his car until he picked me up for the night.  I had to sneak it out which wasn’t really that hard because my mom and dad were watching a movie and were totally into it. 

I put the dress in the car and told Alan that I would see him in a couple of hours.  I showered again, I made myself up so well, that I was proud to be a whore.  I loved the way I had made up my face.  I dressed in a pair of jeans and a loose tee shirt and kissed my mom and dad goodbye.

Alan came to the door and picked me up.  Dad told him once again to take care of me and have a good night.  Alan looked really nice in a new pair of slacks and a flannel shirt with a white tee underneath.

Once I got in his car and he drove away, I jumped into the back seat and started stripping.

“You’re actually gonna do that in here?”

“Yup.  Why not?  Your windows are tinted.”

He kept looking in the rear view mirror to see my nakedness as I stripped and started fitting myself in my slinky black dress.  I slid it over my head easily and adjusted it as best I could in the cramped area.

“Woohoo!”  He called out with a huge smile as I struggled to adjust my dress.

I quickly jumped back into the front seat and fixed myself up a bit.

“Do I look ok?”  I said with concern.

“You are totally fuckin’ hot, girl.  I can hardly wait to show you off.”

“Why me?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Why would you take a chance on me knowing how I used to be.”

“Honestly, I always thought you were much prettier than you used to show.  I just noticed when you changed just how much.  Laura, you are very pretty.  I’m lucky to have you as my girlfriend.”

That made me smile.  Excitement filled my body as we got closer to the party.  For the first time, I would get the chance to show off my new slutty look to a bunch of kids I went to school with, a good start for my new life.

We finally made it across town to a huge house that stood in a cul de sac.  A ton of cars were parked along the sides of the street and kids were walking around.  I instantly felt overdressed.  I got butterflies as we parked and got out of the car.

I adjusted my short dress and quickly grabbed Alan’s arm to lead me in.  As we approached, he stopped to talk to one of his friends.  Zack was an old friend of Alan’s.  He was kind of a real ass hole.  He didn’t recognize me at all as he grabbed Alans hand and shook it.

“What’s up bro?  Come on in.”  He looked at me standing beside Alan.  His eyes scaled me up and down to a point to where I wanted to hide myself.  “Damn, dude, where did you find this ho?”

“This is Laura.  You know, John’s sister.”

“No fucking way.  Damn, you’re bangin’!!”  His eyes settled on my cleavage.  “Well, you guys have fun.  There’s cokes and beer inside.”

As we made our way inside, we had to fight a crowd of what seemed like at least fifty kids from my school.  I could feel everyone’s eyes on me as we passed by.  Many mumbles and gasps about my new look were surrounding me.  Standing in the corner were three girls I knew didn’t like me.  They were popular and probably the most pretty girls in school.  All the guys drooled over them at school.  Tina was the worst of all of them.  I noticed them eyeball me as we passed by. 

“Alan’s going out with THAT?”  She made sure I heard her.  I turned her way and smiled.  She had a look of total disgust on her stuck up face as she looked me up and down.  I let the comment go without incident as we found a place to sit on a couple of stools in the dining room. 

Alan went and got us a couple of cokes and sat down next to me.  “It’s way crowded in here isn’t it?”  He said as he placed his warm hand on my knee sending shivers up my spine.  I nodded. 

It wasn’t long before Tina came up to talk to Alan.  She walked up with a huge smile and stood right between us with her back turned to me.  “Hi Alan.”

He looked up at her and smiled back.  “Oh, hey Tina.”

“It’s good to see you.  You look really really good tonight.”  She gently stroked his shoulder.  Was she actually flirting with him right in front of me?

“Thanks.”  He responded as he took a drink from his can of soda.

“You know me and Jose broke up last week, right?” 

“Yeah, I heard about it.”  He didn’t seem too interested, but what was she trying to do?

He took my hand in his.  “You know Laura, don’t you?”

She looked at me with disappointment and disgust.  “Oh, yeah, nice.”  She had such a bitchy attitude.  I hated her so much.  She turned her back to me again.

“So if you ever wanna get together…”  She looked at me and rolled her eyes.  “You know, just to hang out…”  She gave him a smile.  “Here’s my number.  I’m always available for you, honey.”  That sort of pissed me off as I stood up angrily.  I wanted to fight her, but that was just stupid.  Insulting her would be much more degrading than beating her up.

“What, your too ugly to find your own man?”  It was the first time I gave anyone attitude like that.  It felt good.

She whipped her long hair around and faced me.  I thought she wanted to slap me.  “Who the fuck are you anyway?”  She scaled me up and down.  “You look like a desperate whore with no titties.”

“Better than being a stupid ugly tramp.”

       “Oh, the bitch has an attitude!  I feel sorry for Alan for being with an emo whore who thinks that a dress can change her into something beautiful…”  She got closer to my face.  “You’re still an ugly bitch.”  She said with a  smile.

       “Yeah, it sure says something when Alan would rather be with an ugly emo bitch than a fake ass slut with a wide open pussy.” 

       The crowd that had gathered around us burst out with oohs and aahs.  Alan burst out laughing.  Tina’s face turned a bright red as she stormed off with her friends out of the party.  I think I saw her crying. 

The rest of the nightwent smoothly.  We pretty much relaxed and hung out.  Nothing completely unexpected except the dumb random things that drunk teenagers do.  Just as things started getting out of hand, Alan asked if I was ready to go.  He never left my side the entire night and it made me feel owned and appreciated.  I got more attention and compliments from guys that night than I ever had in my entire life.  I felt sexy, pretty, and complete.

A fight broke out as we were making our way to Alan’s car.  I was happy to be out of there and alone again with Alan.

“Did you have fun tonight?”  He asked as he held me close to him leaning against the car.

“As long as I’m with you, I have fun.”  I looked up into his eyes.

He leaned in and kissed me deeply.  I loved kissing Alan.  His lips were soft and gentle and his tongue did things to my body I never thought possible.  I didn’t even notice his hands on my butt as we finished.  He let me in his car and got in.

“Well, we still have an hour and a half before I have to take you home.  What should we do?”

I wanted to tell him that I wanted to take him right then and there, but how do you go about telling a guy you want him without sounding like a total whore?  I placed my hand on his thigh and rubbed up and down softly.

“I don’t know.  What do you wanna do?”  I gave him my sexiest smile and raised an eyebrow at him which made him smile right back.

“I don’t know, let’s just drive around a bit until we decide.”  He took us to a park near the mountains.  My hand explored his leg the entire time.  I was hoping and praying that he would get the hint.

He parked the car and gave a huge sigh.

“Are you tired?”  I asked.

“No, not really.”

His hand grazed along my inner thigh making me jerk slightly with surprise.  He gently caressed my leg up further until he found my sex with his pinky.  I didn’t move as he started playing with my clit. My hand moved up to his crotch as I cupped his balls and hardening penis in my hand.  I could feel myself getting wetter and more excited by the minute as it was the first time anyone had ever touched me in my most secret and private place.  I was in love with the idea of what was about to happen.  I started breathing heavier as he leaned in and started kissing my neck sending chills of sexual arousal through me. 

I didn’t know what to do next.  I was going crazy with perverted thoughts in my head.  I had never felt like this before.  He took his hand away from my now soaked mound.  I quickly took his hand and sucked his pinky clean of my juices which seemed to drive him nuts.  At least I wasn’t the only one going crazy.   I decided to start kissing his neck to let him feel the same pleasure he had been giving me. 

I nibbled on his earlobe and whispered softly.  “I want you so bad.”  He pulled back in surprise.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”  His hand was cupping my breast.

I smiled and nodded right before I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him as deep and hard and sexual as I knew how.  He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me hard to his side of the car.  He reclined his seat back as I sat on his lap.  I could feel his tool pressing up against my desperate pussy.

“Wait.”  He said.  “Get in the back seat first.” 

I quickly jumped off of him and into the back seat.  He got out of the car and walked around the back side.  He opened the door and dropped his pants.  I immediately lied on my back and spread my legs waiting for it to happen.  He then grabbed a condom and put it on like he was an expert.  I had actually forgotten about protection.  At least someone was still thinking straight.

He leaned in and on top of me.  I loved smelling him and feeling his strong body on top of mine.  I was about to let him take complete control of what happened next.  He put his weight on me and rested his hard shaft against my clit.  I could feel his godly balls resting on my swollen mound.  He then started rubbing my clit slowly with his penis coating it with my own lube.

“Here it comes, baby.”  He whispered in my ear.  I felt the pressure on my tight pussy hole as he slowly started sliding it in.  It felt like my pussy was being totally stretched and like it was going to rip open for him.  I gasped and cried out in both pain and pleasure. 

He stopped pushing and looked down on me.  “Want me to stop?”  I reached down and grabbed him by his hips and pulled him closer while I shook my head no.

He then slowly slid it all the way in.  I could feel his soft balls on me and I knew at that point I had lost my virginity.  The pain of his girth did hurt a little but it was overpowered by the powerful sensation of pleasure that gave me a lump in my throat.  I had never felt so satisfied.  I couldn’t believe I was actually doing it with Alan.  Just a week ago the only pleasure I got was from my own hand and now this boy was filling me with an actual penis.

He then started to pump his shaft inside of me and with every push I would gasp in pain but I showed no pain to him because I wanted to make him happy.  The only look I gave him was a look of pure pleasure.  My emotions were all mixed up.  He started going faster and faster and with speed it hurt even more until it eventually went numb and all I could feel was a constant tingling down there.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”  He looked like he was going to cry as he looked down at me.  His breathing was sporadic and intense and he kept pumping.  I didn’t even feel close to orgasm.  I guess it was because of the thoughts that I was actually doing it and the pain I had felt down there.  Don’t get me wrong, every thrust sent a barrage of pleasure through my body, but I didn’t feel like I was going to cum.

“Oh, GOD, here it comes.” 

“Yeah baby, cum for me.”  It sounded lame, but I didn’t know what else to say.  He gave a hard strike on my pussy causing me to scream in pain.  I think it sounded like I came with him though.  I could feel his length pulsating inside of me.  I had made him cum.  I was good.  I had sex for my first time.  But I didn’t cum and that was a little disappointing.  He left himself inside of my now sore and swollen pussy and lied on top of me, hugging me tight.

“Oh my God, you are totally fuckin’ awesome.”  He said gasping for air.

I just smiled and held him close.

See what I mean, whore?  It’s his pleasure that comes first.  It doesn’t matter if you cum, as long as he’s pleased.  Now you can say that for your first time, you were used as a piece of meat.  Get used to it slut.

Alan pulled out of me and I got a good look at his now limp and swollen penis as he took off the condom and tossed it aside.  He picked up his pants and zipped.

“Was it good for you?”  He looked at me with a glowing face.

“You were fuckin’ awesome.  I’m glad you were my first.”  I didn’t want to tell him I didn’t cum.

He just smiled and helped me out of the car.  He handed me some tissue to wipe my pussy off.  I had a little blood mixed with the sticky mess of my arousal.  I couldn’t tell if my pussy was throbbing in pain or pleasure. 

All the way home, I made sure I didn’t have that just-fucked look.  I fixed my hair and make-up before I jumped in the back seat and dressed back in my shorts and tee shirt so my dad wouldn’t freak out.

Alan got me home just after 11:30.  We sat in his car and talked a while.

“You know if you keep this up, I might end up falling in love with you.”  He said as he took my hand.

I just smiled.  I didn’t want to fall in love because I knew he wouldn’t be the only man I ever have sex with. 

“I hope you had fun tonight.”  He said.

“I had the time of my life, sweety.”

“I’m glad.  Maybe we can do it again sometime.”  His face was glowing.

“I hope you don’t think I’m some easy slut.”

“Never.”

He walked me to the front door. 

“Well, have a good night.”

“I will.  You sleep good.”

He gave a gentle peck on the lips and let me go inside before he left.

Mom and dad were still up watching TV.  Dad jumped up and immediately looked at the clock before he said anything.

“Hey, how was the movie?”  He asked.  Guilt set in right away.  I wasn’t the best liar in the world.

“It was pretty good.  We watched Scooby Doo.”  I had already seen it.

“Did you have fun?”  My mom asked.  She was looking at me with a huge smile like she knew what I really did.

“Yeah, but I’m tired.  I’m going to bed.”  I couldn’t get rid of my smile.  As I closed the door I heard mom and dad talk. 

“She’s glowing, honey.”  Mom said.

“What does that mean?”  Dad answered.

“She’s in love.  I can sense it.  She’s turning into a young woman.”

Dad didn’t say anything as I heard them turn off the TV and go to bed.

I turned on my computer and met my online Master for a full report.  He came on about ten minutes after I logged in.

“Tell me all about your night, whore.”  He was eating a hamburger.

I explained every detail and answered all his questions about my first sexual experience and how I hadn’t cum.  He applauded me for giving it up for Alan’s pleasure.

“I gotta go to bed soon, so here are your instructions for tonight…  First, I want you to dress yourself in your cuffs and collar and leash.  Then I want you to rub your pussy until you almost cum and lick off your hand when you’re done.  After that, I want you to clip your wrists together in front of you and your ankles too.  I want you to get that huge dildo and put it in your mouth.  Blindfold yourself and sleep with that dildo in your mouth all night.  Tomorrow you will turn on your cam and record yourself.  I want you to play with your pussy until you almost cum and then stop.  Then you will take your crop and spank your pussy 20 times.  I want you to count them out loud to the camera and when you are done, lick the crop and thank me.  Then I want you to play with your pussy again and stop again before you cum.  You wont cum until we meet tomorrow night.  Understand all this whore?”

I smiled and nodded happily.  Once again I wouldn’t be allowed to cum, but what other choice did I have?  I wanted to learn properly and that meant I needed to discipline myself and have some self-control.

I got myself situated the way my Master ordered me to.  I was bound and blindfolded with a dildo sticking out of my mouth and lying on the floor naked like always.  I was getting used to sleeping on the floor.  I fell asleep drooling on the dick in my mouth.

When I woke up, I took the blindfold off and noticed how bright it was in my room.  I had actually slept through the night.  The dildo had fallen out and rested beside my cheek.  I sat up to release my ankles when I noticed a shadow coming through my window.  In a sudden state of panic I looked up.

Alan was staring at me with his mouth wide open and eyes wide.  I jumped up and kicked the dildo under the bed and started crying.  Now he’s going to think I’m a total freak.  Now he’s not gonna want anything to do with me.  I just fucked up something bad…

To be continued…

       I crawled as fast as I could around the foot of my bed to hide my shame.  When I peeked over it to look out the window, Alan was gone.  What was I going to tell him?  How was I going to explain myself to him?  I felt so horrible.

The only thing you did was show him that you are a slut and you can’t get enough when it comes to sex.  He needs to understand that you are a sexual being and if you have to, you will have to tell him about your fetishes.  If he dumps you, who cares?  You are a hot chick.  You will have another boyfriend to fuck in no time.  Trust me.

But I didn’t want another boyfriend.  I really liked Alan a lot.  I liked being his girlfriend and his property.  I didn’t want to lose him.  He made me feel all warm inside.  He was my first kiss.  He was my first blowjob and my first for everything.  I had to do something about it.

I totally blew off my morning sex duties and got dressed in a pair of short denim shorts and a tight pink tank top.  I didn’t bother with panties or a bra.  I put on my tennis shoes and stormed out of the house. Everyone was fast asleep.

I practically ran to Alan’s house running through my mind what I was going to tell him.

You are going to be totally honest with him.  You will tell him you didn’t cum last night but you loved it anyway.  Tell him you are a sexual being and then explain your fetish to him.  He might be a little freaked out, but if you make your case, he might understand.  Besides, if he doesn’t like it, you will find another boyfriend that will understand you.

I didn’t want to think about losing him.  I knew we had only been out on one date and we had only been boyfriend and girlfriend for like three days, but I didn’t want it to end.  I was shaking and cold even as the warm sun touched my body.  I just hoped and prayed that he didn’t hate me now.

The shaking got worse as I got to Alan’s house.  I walked up to the front door and knocked.  I took a deep breath as the door opened.  It was his dad.

“Hi, is Alan here?”  My voice was shaking so bad I sounded like I had a vibrator in my throat.

The man looked at me with a smile and checked me out.  My hair was a mess but my makeup was still ok.  “Yeah, he’s here, hold on.”  He turned away from me.  “ALAN, IT’S FOR YOU!!”

He stood there staring at me as we waited for Alan to come out.  It seemed like forever.

Finally he stepped out and shut the door behind him.  He didn’t look very happy.

“What’s up?”  I could tell by his tone he wasn’t happy with me.

“Can we talk?”  The words stuck in my throat.

“Yeah, let’s go to the car.”

He unlocked his doors and we both got inside.  I took his hand in mine and looked him straight in the eyes.

“I don’t know how to explain myself for what you saw.”  I was close to crying.

“Yeah, what was that all about?”

“Ok, I’m gonna be honest.  I like you a lot, Alan.  I love being your girlfriend.  I don’t want to lose you because of this.”

“I asked you if you had slept around and you said ‘no’.”

“I was honest.  You were my first.  Honestly.  I just… I just…”

“What?  Spit it out.”  His voice was firm almost like I was annoying him.

“Ok, I’m gonna tell you, but please don’t judge me.  I would never judge you.  I have always been honest with you.  So here it goes…”  I took a long hard breath of air.  “Last night was totally awesome.  I got to spend it with this handsome boy.  I got to show my love for him by giving him my virginity.  I got to know him so much better.”

The disappointment left his face and turned into a look of interest.

“So are you breaking up with me because I suck in the sack?”  He said with a worried tone.

“I’m the one begging you not to break up with me!  How the hell could I do that to the boy I gave myself to?”  I paused to let him understand.

“My last girlfriend broke up with me because I wouldn’t have sex with her.”  Tears welled in his eyes.  “And all I could think of when I saw you was that I fuckin’ sucked with you last night.”  His heart was hurting.

“Honestly?  I didn’t have an orgasm last night…” 

He cut me off.  “See what I mean?  Even when I get a chance, I can’t do it right.”  He was crying now.

“Wait, let me finish please.”  I gently rubbed his thigh.  “I didn’t cum last night, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t like what we did.” 

He shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes like I was lying to make him feel better.

“No, seriously.  My pleasure came from feeling you so close to me.  I loved it!  And I hope we can do it again… soon.  I was happy because YOU got pleasure from me.  You don’t know what it means to a girl when she can please her man.  I got pleasure from just making you happy.”

He looked at me like I was being ridiculous.  “Yeah, whatever…  I totally sucked and you know it.”

“Look at me.”  He stared straight into my eyes.  “I’m the worst liar in the whole world.  When I lie, I can’t look people in their eyes.  So I’m going to tell you now.  You did not suck last night.  You were awesome.  I didn’t cum because it was my first time and my mind kept going in different directions.  It hurt at first so that stopped me from cumming and then when I started feeling it get closer, I kept thinking about how awesome it was that I was actually doing it.  It had nothing to do with you.  You have to believe me.”

“But why were you all like that this morning if it wasn’t me?”  He stopped crying and was now curious about me.

“This is where I need for you to listen and not judge me.  Promise me you won’t freak out.”

He nodded impatiently.

“I have sort of a fetish.”

“A fetish?”  He looked confused.

“Yeah, I just discovered it the other day.  It has a lot to do with my change.”  I took a deep breath and continued.  “I… sort of like… being tied up.  But there’s a lot more to it than that.”

His face turned back to normal as he seemed like the old Alan I used to know.

“I like showing off my body.  That’s why I sleep with my blinds open.  I like being humiliated like I was this morning by you.”

“You like being humiliated?  Like how?”

“Let me finish.”  I could feel my face turn red as I spilled my guts.  “Have you heard of B&D?”

He shook his head.

“Well, it stands for Bondage and Domination.  Understand it now?”  I smiled at him with my sexy smile.

“So you sort of like being, like, a sex slave?”  He seemed interested.

“Yeah.  I bet you think I’m a total freak now, huh?”

“No, we all have our own fantasies.  I promised I wouldn’t judge you.”

“Ok, so I don’t really have a real Master.”  I didn’t want to mention the online Master.  “So I sort of dominate myself.  I tie myself up.  I like to tease myself with the dildo.  I like to sleep on the floor because it’s, like, sort of humiliating to do that.  I crave to be dominated by a man.  I like to be controlled in almost every way.  That’s why I let you pick out my dress.  I wanted YOU to choose it.  That’s why I never say no to you for anything.”

“So you’re saying that you want me to take control of you?”  He looked a little confused.

“No, I just want to be the perfect girl for you.  Sweetie, I will do anything to make you happy in every way.”

“That actually sounds pretty cool.  But I don’t know.  I grew up respecting women.  How can I disrespect you?”

“Just think that I kind of like it.  And if it becomes too much disrespect, I’ll tell you.”

“I just don’t really know how to do that.”

“Ok, come over to my house today and we’ll get online and I’ll show you what I’ve been looking at.  If you like it, cool, if not, then we can just be a normal couple.  I’m totally cool with that.”  I actually was totally cool with it.  “I just want to make you happy.”

“Ok.  I’ll go over later today and you can show me.”  He was smiling a little.

“So… Are we cool?” 

He looked at me straight in the eyes again.  “Yeah, we’re cool.”

We talked for about an hour longer.  We laughed and shared very private parts of our lives.  I was happy again.  I noticed what time it was and how fast it flew by.

“Shit, I gotta go home.  My mom and dad are probably freaking out right now.”  I quickly stepped out of the car.  “Oh, and by the way.  The only one doing the sucking will be me.”  I winked at him and smiled.

He laughed hard and got out himself.  I started walking away when he stopped me.

“What? No goodbye kiss?”  His poor eyes were a little swollen.

I ran into his arms and squeezed him tight.  I planted a long sensual kiss on his waiting lips before leaving.

“See you in a while.  I promise, I wont look so bad.”  He just laughed and went inside.

When I got home, mom and dad were up drinking coffee and reading the paper.  They didn’t seem concerned about me being gone so long.

“There she is.”  Dad said behind the paper.  “How’d you sleep last night?”

“Pretty good.”  I answered happily as I made my way past them toward my room.

“Hey,”  Mom called out.  I turned around.  “Your dad and I are going to go see your auntie Virginia in a while.  You wanna go with us?”

“Not really.”  I didn’t like my Auntie Virgie.  She was boring and was such a prude. 

“Ok.  But we might stay out late.  So you know the rules right?”

“Yes, nobody comes over, I don’t go anywhere, and I call if anything happens.”

I went into my room thinking about all the things I would be able to do while they were gone.  Of course my brothers would be with me unless they are going out.  God I hope they do.  I sure would like to have the house to myself all night.  I went to my room and shut the door and locked it.  I stripped naked like it was normal.

You have a lot of catching up to do bitch.  This afternoon, you will not only show Alan your toys, you will model them for him.  You better hope and pray that he likes it.  What guy wouldn’t like to have a hot girl like you at their beck and call?  Now, time to practice your sucking and rub that pussy.

The voice immediately wet me.  Thoughts started racing in my head again.  I was back into that damn sexual state of mind that got me in trouble in the first place.  But I couldn’t help myself.  I pulled out my toys and strapped the dildo to the bedpost again and immediately started my sucking exercise.  I was getting better and better every day at this as I could go longer without rest.  I was able to get to seven minutes before my back couldn’t take it anymore.  My throat was getting used to being tapped with every push and my knees didn’t hurt as much.  My fingers never left my wet mound as I worked myself to orgasm before I stopped.

I took down the dildo and stopped rubbing before I was able to finish my orgasm.  I had tears in my eyes even though I didn’t feel like I was sad or crying.  I know my sex was pounding and screaming for the day she might be allowed to release.  They must have been tears of desperation.

I quickly got online and finally finished my BDSM checklist which got me even more excited.  I couldn’t believe all the different activities that were involved with BDSM.  I wanted to try almost all of them.  At least I was able to say I had done some of the things in it like giving oral sex, sex, clamps, rope bondage, orgasm control, forced nudity, and others I had tried.  By the time I finished, Alan showed up knocking at the front door.  I heard my mom and dad welcome him inside.  I quickly dressed and checked to see if my toys were all put away.

I greeted Alan with a big hug.  He talked to my mom and dad for a little bit before I took him into my room.  Mom and dad went into their shower to get ready to go.  I had to keep my door opened.  John and Derek were up also and keeping their eye on me apparently. 

We sat on my bed for a while talking quietly.  We seemed to be back to normal.  I explained to him that I was going to show him what I was into and that I hoped and prayed that he didn’t judge me and think that I was some sort of freak. 

“You DO know that this is my deepest, darkest secret.  Please, please don’t go around telling everyone.”  I said desperately.

“I promise.”  He said with his hand on his heart.

With nervous hands I logged onto my computer and opened my files where I had stored some pictures that had caught my attention online.  Alan sat next to me on the desk.  There were close to a hundred pics I wanted to go through.  So it wouldn’t be obvious, I played some music so it looked like we were listening to music instead of looking at porn.  Plus, I would be able to explain why I liked the ideas without being heard outside of my room.

Alan seemed interested as I opened each picture to show him.  Some of them surprised him.  The pictures of torture seemed to turn him off a little, but he was good at showing me what he did like.

As soon as I went through each picture explaining each one and why I liked the idea, we sat back on the bed as the music played on. 

“So, what do you think about the pictures?”  I nervously asked.

His face turned pink with embarrassment.  “I don’t know.  I guess I liked some of them.  I just don’t know if I’d be able to do all those things to you.”

“You don’t have to do any of those things to me.  I just wanted to show you what I was into.  You probably think I’m some sort of freak.  Huh?”

“No, it probably took a lot of guts to show me those.  I’ll try to do some of them for you.”

“Well, you don’t have to.  Like I said…”

“I know.  I know.  But some of them were really cool.”  He then told me about the pics that he liked.

Soon after, mom and dad called me to say goodbye to them.  They told me to be good as they walked out and drove off.  I asked Alan if he wanted to go do something and he happily agreed.  We decided to go to a park.  He waited in the den with John as I took a shower and made myself up.  I dressed myself in a short denim mini skirt and a pink belly shirt with a bear on it.  Again, I didn’t bother to wear underwear.  I put on my tennis shoes and found Alan.

He and John were watching TV and laughing.  I was glad they were getting along.

I took Alan’s hand and we left for the park.  I made sure I took my BDSM checklist with me to show him.  As soon as we got to the park, I took out the long list and handed it to him to look over.

“This is a list of all the things I’ve done and the things I would like to do.”  I was feeling more comfortable with him as I had finally let him in and wasn’t so secretive anymore.

He looked it over and seemed totally surprised at all the things I was interested in.  He stopped at one part of the list.

“Ok, so let me get this straight.  Yes or no means you have done it, right?”

“Yup.”  I was smiling uncontrollable.

“And the number is how much you enjoy doing it… But what if you haven’t done it?  Like this one.”  He pointed to the list directly at the one that said ‘Prostitution’.  I had put NO but also put a 2 as my interest.

“If I haven’t done it, the number means my willingness to do it.”

“So, you are sort of interested in being a hooker?”  He looked confused.

“I’m willing to try it for my Master.”  I rubbed his leg as I answered his questions.  “I’m willing to do anything sexual before deciding whether I like it or not.”

“No matter what?”

“No matter what.”

Alan got a huge smile on his face.  “So you are saying that you will do anything I ask you to?”

“Pretty much.”  I smiled back at him.  He seemed more and more interested as we talked about my sexual fantasies.

“So if I told you to strip naked right now, you would do it?”  I could see him growing hard in his pants.  I knew then that he liked the idea.

I reached down and rubbed his hardening tool.  “I would do anything to make you happy.”

I looked around and saw that there were no people around since the park we went to was out of the way and was hardly used.  It was surrounded by tall trees and no houses were around.

“Ok, let’s see then.”  Alan said with a smile.  “Strip right here.”

My hands were getting cold as my nerves were going crazy.  I was actually going to be naked in public for my first time.  I couldn’t help but giggle as I stood up and started lifting my shirt.  I took it off and laid it neatly on the park bench.  I then reached down and unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the ground.  My eyes were constantly roaming around for people who might see me naked.  Nobody was in sight.  Alan’s eyes didn’t leave my naked body.  He licked his lips.

“Holy shit…  I can’t believe you actually did it.”  He laughed.

“What else would you like, Sir?”

“Oh, Sir, even.”  His smile got even bigger.  “Sit down right here and let’s see what else you like to do.”  He scanned over the list and stopped on one thing.  “It says here you like to be called names in every situation.  What names?”

I was embarrassed to tell him what I liked to be called, but if I was going to do this, I better do it right.  “I… I don’t know, like, slut, or tramp, or whatever.”

“So I can call you my bitch?”  He was really enjoying this as he said it with a short giggle.

“Call me anything you want.”  I smiled as I responded.

“I think I’m gonna like this kind of thing… Ok bitch… Let’s see here…”  He looked at the list again.  I was getting excited thinking about all the things we could do together.  “There’s so much here I think I’m gonnaneed more time to go over it.”

Just then I heard a car drive up the dirt road.  In a panic, I jumped up and grabbed my clothes and dressed faster than I ever had in my entire life.  It was a car with two city workers.  Alan and I decided it was time to go.  My heart was pounding so loud in my head.  Alan took my hand and walked me back to his car. 

He drove me home and told me he would call me later.  I felt like a huge load had lifted off my shoulders.  Alan knew my deepest darkest secret now and I wasn’t hiding anything from him anymore.  I couldn’t believe that I was actually naked in a public place.  It felt really good.  It felt right.

As soon as I walked in, John came out of his room.

“Hey Laura.”

“Hi.”

“I’ve got a HUGE favor to ask of you.”

“What?”  John and I didn’t get along all the time like Derek and I did.

“I sort of made plans for tonight with my friends.  But I also promised mom and dad that I’d stay with you.  Would you get all pissed if I left you alone tonight?  Mom and dad aren’t coming home tonight anyway.  You know they like to drink whenever they go to Auntie’s house.”

Fuck, this is perfect!  All alone tonight with Alan would be like heaven.

“Yeah, it’s cool.  I don’t mind.”

“Promise you won’t do anything stupid tonight.”  He looked at me wearily.

“Sure, I promise.”  Little did he know.

“You are so awesome.  I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”  He went back in his room happy.

I texted Alan right away.  “Good news, I’m all alone tonight.  What could we do?”

He responded.  “I got a whole list of things right here we could do.  Lol”

I laughed pretty hard at that as I closed my bedroom door and locked it.  It was time for my next session with the dildo.  I was very surprised how short of time it took me to reach that never ending tickle in my sex.  All it took was the thought of being naked in the park ready and available to anyone who wanted to fuck me.  I got there in no time.  The voice stopped me and this time it wasn’t as frustrating either.  I was learning to control my orgasms.  This didn’t take away at all from the fact that I wanted it more and more every minute of every day, though.  I felt so dirty.

I emailed my list to my online Master and did some more ‘research’ on the internet for more ideas on how to get started.  I decided to write a short fantasy down for Alan to read later in case he didn’t really know what to do.  I never expected him to follow it to the word.

John knocked on my door a couple of hours later announcing that he was leaving.  I told him bye and to have fun.

I called Alan as soon as I heard the car drive away.  I told him to give me 20 minutes and to walk right inside and that there would be a letter for him on the floor.  I wanted to make the experience exciting and romantic in its own twisted way.  So I printed my fantasy and folded it neatly and placed it just inside the doorway so it would be the first thing Alan saw when he walked in.  I checked the door to make sure it was unlocked.

I went back to my room and pulled out all my toys in plain view and spread them out on the floor at the foot of my bed.  I dressed myself in my red lingerie and strapped on the leather cuffs to my ankles.  I buckled each ankle to a short chain that I attached to each corner of my foot board.  I then used another small chain and clipped each of my wrist cuffs to the chain.  I put on my blindfold so I wouldn’t be able to see anything coming. Then I threaded the wrist chain through a loop in my headboard and strapped my arms in so they were forced over my head.  I was proud of myself for getting into this position with no help. 

I had forgotten how comfortable my bed was to lie on.  I hadn’t slept in it in a few days and it felt really nice.  Now the only worries I had was that someone else would come in instead of Alan and find me like that.  Alan drove up at exactly 20 minutes.  I heard the front door open up and Alan step inside.  My pussy was throbbing with pure anxiety and adrenaline.  I was feeling warm all over.  I heard him open the paper.  He didn’t continue walking closer until he was finished reading which got me even more excited about what was going to happen.  Either way, I was helpless and available for him.

Finally, I heard him enter my room and stop.  He didn’t say a single word as he got closer to the bed.  I could smell him and feel his warmth as he approached.  He gently touched the lower part of my right leg and gently caressed it up my thigh.  Before he touched my pussy, he rubbed my leg back down and back up again.  Then he cupped my damp sex in his soft hands and rubbed it slowly.  He used his other hand to touch my right breast and softly pinch my nipple which made me squeal like a little mouse.

Then he spoke his first words.  I was glad it was actually him.  “Oh, my bitch doesn’t know how to be quiet.”  He walked to the foot of my bed and picked something up.  The next thing I felt was the ball gag pressed against my lips.  “Open up, bitch.  I want my bitch quiet.”  I quickly opened my mouth wide and allowed him to push the ball gag into my mouth and behind my teeth.  I had never used it before and quickly realized how far open it made my mouth. 

“Lift your head, slut.”  He said nicely and with a grace.  I lifted my head and allowed him to strap the ball gag tightly behind my head.  It didn’t take long for drool to start forming in my mouth. I tried to swallow, but it was impossible with my mouth so wide open.  This was going to be more humiliating than I thought. 

He moved around the bed to my other side.  He gently rubbed my leg like he did the other side.  I felt goose bumps as he caressed me.  He cupped my sex in his hand once again and rubbed it up and down causing my hips to push forward without my control.  He used his other hand to lightly pinch my left nipple this time.  I couldn’t understand why they were so sensitive; maybe they were sore from using them the night before.  Maybe they were sensitive because I was so excited.  Either way, I loved this treatment.

Alan stopped briefly and I heard him read my letter again.  Finally, I felt him reach down between my legs again and slowly put the tip of his finger inside my hole.

“This pussy belongs to me.  You ARE giving me this pussy, right, bitch?”  I nodded and moaned behind my gag.  “Good girl.  He never took his hand off my body as he caressed me up to my nipples.  He climbed on my bed and put a leg on each side of my body.  He lowered my lacy bra to expose each of my hardening nipples.  He pinched both of them a little harder this time making me squeal through my gag.

“These are mine also, right, bitch?”  I nodded again and moaned from the pinching.  He pinched harder.  “Tell me…  Who’s are these?”  I yelled through my gag.  MMFFFss.  “What?  I don’t understand you, it’s like you have something in your mouth.”  I yelled louder.  MMMFFFFSSS.   He pulled my nipples and they felt like he was going to rip them off, I felt a tear fall down my cheek.  “These tits are mine, ok?”  I nodded desperately as he released them and got off of me.  He was totally following my fantasy, oh my god!

He released my ankles and my wrists and picked up my collar from the floor. 

“Sit up.”  I quickly sat up and allowed him to buckle the collar around my neck.  At first he strapped it too tight.  I reached up and grabbed his wrist.  ‘mmmfff, mmmfff.”

“Oh, sorry.”  He said as he loosened it a few notches.  He attached the leash to the collar and ordered me on my knees.  I dropped down as soon as he finished telling me to do so.  He took off the blindfold to allow me to see him standing there above me looking down.  It was one of the best feelings I had ever had to be on my knees, in lingerie, and bound and completely controlled by a man who had all his clothes on and looked down on me like that.  I felt like I didn’t have the right to wear clothes and he had all the rights in the world.

He reached around and took off my ball gag.  I noticed how hard this activity was making him and it made me happy that he was also excited about doing it. 

“Strip, slut.”  He said looking down on me.  It didn’t take me long to undress.  I stood there naked in front of him.

“Did I say you could stand up?”  He said firmly.  He was totally getting into this.  I loved it.  I was in heaven.  I quickly dropped back down to my knees in front of him.

He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor so that his erect penis was pointing straight at my forehead.  I looked it at without thinking.  I adored it.  I loved everything about it.

“Well?  It’s not gonnasuck itself, bitch.” 

I knelt up and put it inside my mouth.  He gently ran his fingers through my hair as I pumped his penis with my mouth.  After a few strokes he held my head so that my mouth was full.  I looked up at him.

“Look at me, slut.”  I loved being on my knees looking up at this controlling man looking down at me in my disgraceful position.  He pressed his shoe firmly on my pussy and rubbed it a little rough.  I grunted in discomfort.

“Tell me whose pussy this is?” 

“Ahhkberronnsahhroo.”

“You still aren’t making any sense.  Let’s see if this helps.”  He pulled his penis out of my mouth but kept his foot on my pussy.  “Now, whose pussy is this?”

“It’s yours, Sir.”

“What’s mine?”

“My pussy, Sir.”  I felt an orgasm of pleasure fill my entire body as I said those words.  Every time I said it, the feeling became more intense.

“Tell me in a complete sentence, slut!”  he said firmly.

“My pussy belongs to you, Sir.”  I gave it to him to have and to hold forever and ever.

He pushed my mouth back on his firm tool and reached down and pinched my hard and sensitive nipples.  “Whose titties are these, slut?”

“Aaars, Thrr.”

“I can’t understand you with your mouth full.  Stop eating like a piggy and tell me whose titties these are.”  He actually sounded impatient.

“My breasts belong to you, Sir.”  I said happily.

He pinched them harder and pulled.

“A little girl like you don’t got no breasts.  Little girls like you have titties.  Try again.”

“My titties belong to you.”  I squealed it out in pain.

“Good, girl.”  He had this evil and happy smile on his face that I would never forget.  He pushed his dick back into my mouth and opened my letter to read more.  He smiled and tossed the paper across the room as if he didn’t need it.   “Get up and bend over with your hands on each side of your foot board.”

I stood up.  It was hard for me to look at him in the eyes and that was strange.  I had no problem doing it on my knees, but being at eye level with him seemed harder.  I felt low.  I felt sort of ashamed of myself.  I felt below him as I submitted completely.  I bend over my foot board and put my palms on the bed.  Alan then grabbed each of my wrist cuffs and secured them where my ankles were earlier so my arms were spread out.

“Pick up your left foot.”  He was really into it as his voice became so demanding.

I lifted my left foot as he reached down and took my riding crop from the floor.

“Whose foot is this?”  He said as he whipped down and struck my foot with a stinging blow.

“Ahh, yours Sir.”

“What’s mine?”  He said it louder and like he was angry.

“My foot is yours Sir.”

He struck my foot again just as hard.  “Whose foot is that?”

“My foot is yours, Sir.”  My voice was starting to shake.

He struck it a third time.  “Say it, bitch.”

“My foot is yours, Sir.”

He had me repeat that sentence ten times before he allowed me to rest.  The sole of my foot felt sore and raw by the end of it.

“Right foot, up.”  He swung and struck my right foot in the same manner.  “Whose foot is THIS?”  He said.

“My foot is yours, Sir.” I gasped.

Again he had me give my foot to him ten times before allowing me to rest it.  He then made me spread my legs as he struck each of my calves ten times and each of my thighs ten times.  Again after each strike he made me give them up to him.  This made me so excited.  I was giving my whole body to someone else to do with as they please.  It was no longer my body.  I didn’t even have that right.

Then he struck my butt which made me squeal in pain and shock.

“My ass belongs to you Sir.”  I said after I caught my breath.

He continued to strike my ass until I had repeated it at least twenty times.  My entire lower body felt sunburned.  I was raw and red and a little welted from the beating, but I had never been more turned on in all my life. 

Alan finally released my hands from the bed and ordered me to kneel in front of him again.  He held the crop to my mouth.

“Kiss your whip, slut.”  He said with a smile as I puckered up with wet eyes and kissed the tool that was used to take my body away from me, the tool that was used to cause me pain.

He reached down and gently rubbed my now soaking pussy with the padded end of the crop.

“So, whose pussy is this again?” He started to lightly tap my pussy with it. 

I gasped as he lightly spanked it.  “My pussy belongs to you, Sir.”  I was breathing heavier with orgasm desperation.

“I want you to rub that pussy and look me in the eyes and tell me that it belongs to me.”

I reached down and felt my wetness.  I was more wet than I thought I was.  I almost came from that first touch.  I looked straight up at him with desperation in my eyes.

“This pussy belongs to you, Sir.”  I didn’t stop looking up at him as he peered down with that gorgeous smile.  I was actually degrading myself in front of him.  I was doing something so private in front of my boyfriend.  I wanted to cum so badly, but I held it in somehow.

“So…  If it’s my pussy.  I can do whatever I want with it, right?”  Those words got me even closer to orgasm as I felt my face burning red and my eyes well up. 

“Yes, Sir, you can do whatever you want with it.”  I didn’t stop looking at him as tears started filling up with my desperation to cum.  He started looking concerned and stepped back.

“Am I doing it wrong?”  He was out of character and it totally made me lose my orgasm as I took my hand off my pulsing pussy.

“No, keep going, PLEASE.  I’m loving it.”

He smiled again.  “Ok, I didn’t want to make you cry.”

“No, seriously, this is awesome.  I promise, look.”  I moved my hand so he could see my shimmering wet pussy and see how excited I was.

He stepped back toward me.  “Keep rubbing my pussy down there.”  He said as he got back into character.  “So, if its my pussy, I can do whatever I want with it, right?”

“Yes, Sir.”  I was getting my orgasm back.

“I can fuck it.  I can suck on it.  I can lick it.  I can spank it.”

“Yes, Sir, whatever you want.”

He could see me getting closer and closer to orgasm.  “Stop touching my pussy.”

I quickly stopped rubbing as the heat from my sex radiated to my thighs.  My pussy was pounding with pleasure.

“Pinch those nipples.”  I reached up and pinched each nipple and looked up at him.

“Whose nipples are THOSE?”

“They are your nipples, Sir.”

“So I can do whatever I want with them if they’re mine, right?”

I nodded.  “Yes, Sir, you can do whatever you want with these nipples.”  For some reason saying that made me pinch them harder and pull.

“In fact, your whole entire body belongs to me, doesn’t it, bitch?”

“Yes, Sir, this body is yours to do what you want with.”

“It dresses the way I tell it to dress.  It poses the way I tell it to pose.  It does whatever I tell it to.  Right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He gently ran his thumb across my lips.  “And finally, whose mouth is this?”

I gasped and then swallowed before answering.  “It’s your mouth, Sir.”

“So you won’t speak unless I give you permission, right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You will suck anything I put into it, right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You will swallow whatever I tell you to, right?”

“Yes, Sir.”  I was going to cum from just talking like that.

“Good, girl.  Now strip.”

I stood up and quickly got out of my lingerie and leather straps.  I knelt down as soon as I finished.

“Put your heels on, let’s go get something to eat.”

“What?”

“I SAID, put on your heels, cuz we are gonna go get something to eat.  Your treat.”

I put on my heels and my hands were getting shaky.  I was getting so nervous.  This wasn’t in the letter, but I loved it. 

As soon as I finished putting them on, he took me by the leash.  “Come on, bitch.  I’m hungry.  Get your money, girl, go get it.”  He was talking to me like I was a dog.  Pussy juice was dripping down my thigh.  I walked toward my dresser to get my cash.

WHACK!  It was the hardest I had ever been hit.  I looked at him angrily and rubbed the spot on my butt.

“Crawl like a bitch.”  He said like he didn’t care about the pain he caused me.  That was a turn on.

I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled to my dresser and got forty bucks.

“Hold it in your mouth until it’s time to pay.”  I put the dirty money in mouth and followed him on my hands and knees to the front door.

“Ready to let the world know you are just a bitch?”  He was really getting into this.  I didn’t really want to crawl out like that, but I gathered all the bravery I had deep inside of me.  My pussy was screaming to do it, my brain was telling me to stop.  I listened to my pussy as I nodded.

He led me outside and closed the door behind him.  He led me to his car and let me sit in the front seat.  I didn’t see anybody so I felt a little better.  We would see when I got home.

Alan drove us to Wendy’s about three blocks away.  He made me spread my legs and sit on my hands as he ordered us food.  The money was still in my mouth.  After he ordered and got the price, he drove up a little behind two cars getting their food.  He took the money from my mouth.  He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard penis.

“I know you don’t want them to recognize you, so instead of just sitting there, bury your face on this and suck on it while I get the food.   My best friend works here and I want to make him jealous.”

I pulled my hands from under my butt and adjusted myself so I would be able to suck him while he paid and got our food.  He made sure my hair was completely covering my face as I sucked on his tool up and down while he drove up to the pay window.  His friend, Paul, was the cashier.

“Holy shit!  Who is that, bro?”

“Just some bitch.”

“No, really, who is it?”  Paul was laughing.

“Don’t worry about it.  It’s just some bitch.”

“Lucky motherfucker.  Is she totally naked?”

“Yup.  Dude, just give me the change so I can eat.  All this shit makes me hungry.”

Alan got his change and drove up to the pick up window.  A girl’s voice this time.

“Oh my god.  Gross.”  She said disgustedly.  I kept sucking harder and faster.  Alan laughed.

I didn’t dare look up and reveal who I was.  I was totally naked and sucking some guys dick.  What if it was one of my brothers friends or something.  Either way, this had to be the most intense thing I had done, ever.

She handed him the food and he drove off.  He pulled my leash to get my mouth off his dick.

“I almost came in your mouth, girl.  That was totally fuckin’ hot.  I love you!”  Holy crap.  He said he loved me.  Maybe he didn’t really mean it.  I looked at him with surprise.

“I mean.  Aw fuck it.  I do love you, girl.”

“I… I think I love you too.”  He was perfect.  He knew what I liked and he was willing to put up with my sexual demands as hard as it was.

“I would kiss you but you have dick breath.”  He teased as we both laughed hard.  He drove us back to my house and made me carry the food in my mouth and crawl back inside.  I don’t think anybody saw us.  I put the food on the kitchen table and knelt there for a second.

Alan tugged on my leash to face him.  I looked up at him.

“I’ve never been more turned on in all my life.  I can’t hold it anymore.”  With that said he stood me up and then carried me to my bedroom and lied me down gently on the bed.  My pussy was throbbing in pure ecstasy.  He pulled down his pants to reveal a swollen, purple head.  He climbed on top of me and kissed me deeply like he knew how.  I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist.

“Wait a sec.”  He reached into his wallet and pulled out a condom and put it on in like two seconds.  Then he rubbed it roughly on my clit making me squirm for him to enter.  He leaned over me and got into position for the penetration.  Then he struck it.  Once again the initial shot was shocking and painful, but a wave of pleasure overpowered the pain and discomfort.  I gasped for air.

He started pumping my pussy slowly at first.  Each thrust was filling me with the pain and the pleasure I craved and every time he pushed inside of me, I felt a new wave of pure joy fill my soul. 

“I want you to cum for me, bitch.  It’s my pussy and I say for you to make it cum.”

It was all I needed to hear.  My pussy muscles tensed up like they never had done before.  I had felt an orgasm before from masturbating, but it never ever ever felt this good.  My orgasms used to be short and sweet.  This was building up to be massive.  I felt my pussy tense and pulse, tense and pulse as heaven shot through me like a tidal wave of emotion.  I held my breath and squeezed his firm body as tight as I possibly could.  The pleasure pushed through me harder and harder and harder and it wasn’t letting up at all.  I started crying hard as I felt my virginity being completely ripped apart.  He started pumping faster and groaning.

“Cum now, bitch.  Cum…Cum…Now!!”  It felt like I was struck by lightning as my first orgasm hit my heart with so much intensity that I thought I was going to have a heart attack.  I cried loud like a baby as he finished.  My pussy never felt so sensitive to the touch as he made his final thrust and yelled out.

I lied there limp.  He went soft inside of me but his body was still a little tense.  He leaned over and kissed me softly on my pouting lips.

“Don’t cry, honey.  I love you.  I really do.”

I was crying too hard to answer him so I just looked away and nodded.  He got off of me and held me tight.  “Did I hurt you too much?”  He was gently rubbing my back.  I shook my head to let him know I was ok.

“Please don’t cry like that, it makes me feel like I raped you.”

I shook my head again and squeezed him tight.  I finally had enough breath to speak.

“It just felt so…so…”  I couldn’t think of the words.

“So you’re crying cuz it felt good?”

I nodded and smiled at him.  I wiped my tears dry and hugged him again tightly.

“Oh my god, I never knew it felt so good.  I’m sorry I started crying.”

“I’m just glad you liked it.”

“I wanna do this all the time now.  Oh my God, you are so fuckin’ awesome.”  That made him smile.

“You’re the one that set it all up.”  I smiled at him.  “Let’s go eat now, I’m hungry.”

To be continued…..

       My knees were weak.  My mind was in a dark shadow.  I was very sleepy.  I was happier than I ever had been in my whole life.  My pussy felt like it was covered in a cool blanket of soft roses.  I felt good all over.  And best of all, Alan looked the same way.  I couldn’t stop smiling.

After a few minutes of recovery, we went back into the kitchen and ate our Wendy’s.  Even the food tasted better after sex.  I was in a total daze and the world seemed to be so far away.  I was lost in my own little rainbow world.  Some people call it cloud nine.

“That was a lot of fun, huh?”  Alan broke the calm silence.  He was glowing and happy.

“That was the best, ever!”  I looked at him and blushed.  It was the total truth.  I had no idea how awesome sex was.

“You are one amazing chick.  You know that?”  Alan’s glow made me feel special because I was the one who put it there.

I simply smiled and blushed.  All the night’s activities were running through my head.  I had given up my entire body to his control.  In fact, I should have asked permission to eat with him at the table.

It’s not even your mouth to eat with, cunt.  What gives your ass the right to sit in a chair like you’re an equal?  You really have a lot to learn, slut.  You need to learn to be submissive even after you get the reward of orgasm.  You will pay for this disrespectful behavior.

The voice was right.  I had received my orgasm and it caused me to go soft core.  I felt somewhat ashamed of myself for failing to remain submissive.  At least I was still naked in front of him while he had all his clothes on.  I guess that was submissive in a sense.  These thoughts slowly brought me back to sexual thoughts of slavery.  My pussy was sore and throbbing with pleasure.  My body felt like it had just received a massage.  I felt really good.

“Well, I don’t want to get in trouble.  So I better head home.”  Alan said as he started cleaning up his mess.

Don’t you EVER let your Master clean.  It’s your duty to let him be lazy.

“Please, don’t clean up.  I’ll do it.”  I stood up and grabbed the bag our food had come in.  I quickly picked up his mess and tossed it into the bag.  I wanted to sit back down and finish my food.

It’s completely disrespectful to eat when your Master is not.  When he finishes eating, it’s your job to stop what you’re doing and serve him.  If you didn’t get enough, that’s too bad.  Where are your priorities, slut?  Selfish whore!

I tossed my own food into the bag when Alan grabbed me around my waist and held my body tightly against his.  I went limp in his arms as I looked at him in the eyes.  He leaned in and gave me a soft, long, passionate kiss.  I melted in his arms as his hands rubbed my back and behind.  He gave my butt a final squeeze.

“Well, I should head out.”

“See you in the morning?”  It was all I could really say.

“Of course, babe.”  He smiled down on me. 

I walked him to the front door and opened it for him.

“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot to tell you.  Next week, my parents are taking us on a cruise.  I just wanted you to know.”

“I’m gonna miss you…  A lot.”  I smiled.

“Yeah, me too;  Well, see you tomorrow, bitch.”  He laughed as he walked away.

The name calling made me get that horny feeling back.  It was light, but it was there.  I shut the door and tossed our food in the trash.

Horny again?  That’s exactly why you are such a good slut.  A slut is a girl who can never seem to get enough sex.  Look at you.  You just got fucked no more than twenty minutes ago and you’re already thinking about it.  You’re on your way, cunt.  You’re on your way.

It was true.  I was getting horny again even though my pussy was sore.  And it seemed like I should have had enough, but it wasn’t I guess.  Was it wrong for a girl my age to want sex so much?  It didn’t sound right.

Girls your age want sex.  Trust me.  But they fight their urges.  You don’t and that’s what the difference is.  You weren’t scared to try it and just give it away. 

I cleaned up any evidence that someone had been over.  I locked the front door and went back into my messy room.  I didn’t clean it up right away.  I turned on the computer to learn more about being a submissive.  I had forgotten about my online Master.  Thank goodness he wasn’t on.  I did get an email from him though.  It read:

Dear whore,

I will not be meeting you tonight.  I have a date.  But I thought I would at least give you the courtesy to tell you that I wouldn’t show up tonight which is more than you did.  I hope you’ve been following your orders like I told you to.  You would only be making it harder on yourself.

Tonight I want you to play with that pussy until you almost cum.  Wait ten minutes and do it again.  You will do this for at least two hours.   I want you to put on that really thick collar. Then I want you to put on that chastity belt with the dildo and butt plug.  Put the dildo gag in your mouth.  Then I want you to put on your nipple clamps and clit clamps.  As soon as you finish that I want you to lie down and try to fall asleep like that.  Remember you will be filled in all holes tonight.  Endure it as long as you can. 

Think about the fact that I’m over here fucking some other woman while you are chastised and made to wait to earn the right to cum.  As soon as you feel like you can’t take it anymore, take everything off.  Spank your pussy with the cat-o-nine tails twenty times.  Spank your ass and breasts the same amount.  Then play with your pussy every ten minutes without cumming until it’s time to go to sleep.  You will sleep under the bed tonight.  Think about how you would be under the bed while your Master fucks other women every night right above you.  Think about how, as a sex slave, you don’t have the right to fuck anybody because you are a lowly person. 

Sleep well and meet me here tomorrow at 11am.  I need to ask you a few questions.  And I want you in your collar, belt and clamps like you were when we meet.  Do not clean your toys before you meet me.

Always,

Sir.

I didn’t know what else to do.  It was already 9pm.

What do you have somewhere to go, slut?  You will follow his fuckin’ orders and you will be happy to do it!

I lied myself on the floor.  I felt dirtier than my floor was.  I had dry sweat on my body, my pussy was wet and sore, my hair was all over the place.  I felt like trash thrown on the floor.

That’s because you ARE trash and you belong on the floor, whore.

I reached down and started playing with my sore pussy.  It was the first time I had touched it since I had sex.  It felt like it had been given one hell of a workout.  It was sore all around the mound and my insides felt tired and were also in a bit of pain.  But somehow I was still lubed and wet.  I continued to rub my clit softly.  The feelings took a long while to come back to me.  It was a little sensitive, but it wasn’t too bad.  The soreness and pain lifted as I eventually got myself closer to orgasm.  It felt as if my pussy went numb to all pain and all I could feel was the tingling tickle of pleasure fill my womb.  I kept rubbing until I felt I was close to orgasm.  This time, I didn’t need the voice to tell me to stop.  I did it on my own.

I started to play with myself every ten minutes.  Every time I did it, I got closer and closer to orgasm and it took less time to get me there.  Finally, the two hours were up.  My pussy was throbbing with delight but the soreness remained and returned after a short while.I was getting really sleepy.  It had been a long day.

I got up and grabbed my chastity belt that had the small dildo and the butt plug attached to it.  I had a difficult time figuring out how it went.  I figured the larger dildo went in front and the smaller plug in the back.  I figured I needed to plug myself first before strapping it in.  It only made sense. 

So I used my pussy lube to get the plugs nice and wet before inserting them into my sexual holes.  It hurt a little putting the plug in my pussy, but it also felt nice at the same time.  The butt plug burned a little but it also felt nice.  I pulled the straps up tight so that the plugs would go in as deep as possible and buckled it around my waist tightly.  Once again, the feeling of being plugged in both holes gave me this feeling of bliss.

It’s the slut inside of you.  A slut feels complete when her holes are filled.  Look at you all plugged up like a true whore.

Every move I made reminded me of those plugs.  I loved this belt more than anything I had tried before.  I then grabbed my posture collar and wrapped it around my neck.  It was much more binding than I had thought.  It stretched my neck to the point that I couldn’t look up or down and turning my head side to side was also difficult.  I had to bend my whole body if I wanted to look down which also made me feel those plugs more than usual. 

I then grabbed my clamps and slowly attached them to my nipples.  With a little whimper I managed to get them on tightly and securely.  I was starting to get used to the pain they caused me.  Don’t get me wrong, they still hurt.  I was just getting used to the pain.  In fact I kind of liked it.  I reached down and found that putting clamps on my pussy lips was going to be really hard.  I first had to adjust the strap of my belt.  I then had to manage to pull out each of my pussy lips to the side of the chastity strap between my legs before finally getting the clamps on.  It took a little longer to put those on because it really hurt quite a bit.  At first it felt like I was getting stung by a bee and the pain travelled inside almost like my pussy was bruised and sore.  Finally, I had them so that I was able to endure the pain, slightly.

Now I had the feelings of my clamp chains and the plugs with every move I made.  It was a perfect mixture of pain and bliss with every step I took.  I reached down and picked up my dildo gag.  I originally thought that the dildo part of the gag would be much bigger like a real dick.  But it wasn’t.  it had the head of a penis on the end of it, but it was no longer than 3 inches.  Oh well, I inserted the dildo gag and strapped it to the back of my head.  It was then that I realized that 3 inches was just long enough to keep me silent and muffled.  Not only that, it also gave me the feeling of having a dick in my mouth against my will and kept there. 

I now had all my holes plugged.  I was constantly being pinched on my pussy lips and nipples.  And I was practically immobile with that damn collar on.  I felt pain with every move I made as it became a struggle to walk correctly.  The chains between my legs caused me to walk bull-legged and the plugs caused me to hunch over a bit.  However the collar was binding enough to keep my back straight and eyes looking forward.  I just had to see how dumb I looked.

I walked over to the mirror and stared at myself in my mess.  I think it was the first time I was able to say that I was in private and felt like a total idiot.  I was a horny mess of a girl. 

Look at you.  You look like a complete and total slut, plugged in every single hole like you should always be.  You can never get enough sex and even if you did, you would still fuck anyone if they wanted to.  Time for bed, you dumb cunt.  You know that no other girl would put herself through this shit for a simple thrill.  Most girls would just fuck a guy and be satisfied with that.  You on the other hand, fuck and still need this kind of shit to get off.  You look pathetic like that.  You want to cum but you can’t because you are chastised.  You want to have sex, but you can’t.  You are forced to receive this pain and stay plugged and stretch those holes of yours instead so that you can become a good sex slave.  Now obey your Master and go to sleep under the bed like a good girl.

I turned out my light and made my way to the side of my bed.  It was a little difficult getting down on the floor in my restricted binds.  I had to kneel down first, then I leaned to the side and lied on my back.  I then scooted myself under my bed to the center.  The bedspread drooped down to give me the feeling of being totally enclosed in darkness.  I couldn’t bend my knees much underneath the bed and I couldn’t turn on my side completely to get comfortable.  So I simply lied there and thought about how I would feel being like this while my Master was on top of the bed having sex with another female.  Those thoughts made me feel like a piece of shit.  I felt like I didn’t deserve anybody’s attention.  I felt lower than a simple female human being.  Almost worthless.  It was then that I had, yet, another fantasy.

I pictured myself in the same predicament I was in.  My collar, chastity, chains, and dildo gag inserted in all my holes.  My hands were cuffed behind my back and I was kneeling beside my bed.  Master had gone out on a date and ordered me to kneel like that and not move until he got home.  After hours of waiting, he finally gets home and he wasn’t alone.  I could hear a female voice with him.

He walked into my room.  The girl is wrapped in his arms in a comforting way and her lips were welded against his.  As soon as he saw me, he released her.

She looked at me with surprise.  “What the fuck is that?”  She was drunk as she said it with a giggle.

“Oh, never mind her.  She’s just my slave.  We’ll use her in a bit.”  He said almost discarding me as a useless tool or machine.

The girl looked at me almost disgusted and shrugged her shoulders like she didn’t care. 

“Look at us, cunt.  Look how much more I love this girl than I do you.”  Master announced just before planting his lips on hers to give her a long wet kiss.  I simply knelt in silence and longed for his sexual attention.

The girl didn’t seem to care.  The two of them stripped right in front of me and tossed their clothes on the floor and continued to kiss.  Master reached down and felt her pussy.  How I longed for his touch.  How I wanted him so bad. 

“Hmm, she’s not wet enough, and I don’t like going down on a stinky pussy…  Hey, cunt!  Get your ass over here.”  He said with a drunken smile.

I crawl to him on my hands and knees, pain and stiffness with every movement.  He took off my dildo gag and tossed it aside.

“Get her nice and wet with that mouth of yours, whore.”  He said as he grabbed me by my hair and shoved my face into her hairy, smelly, pussy.  “Lick it, fuckface.  Fuck her pussy with your face, whore.”

I did as I was told hoping I would get some sexual satisfaction out of it.  I licked her pussy and smelt her nastiness until she started moaning with pleasure.  Her cunt juice was spreading all over my face.  Master rubbed my face hard all around her wet pussy before he pulled my hair back forcing me to look at him.

“Now get me hard and ready for her.  Open up, bitch.”

Not a half second after opening my mouth, he rammed his shaft into my mouth.  I instinctively started to suck and lick it until he got hard.  He pulled my hair to get his dick out.

“Don’t you dare let her get dry, cunt.  Rub her pussy with your hand and keep her wet while I fuck this nasty face you have.”  I reached over and rubbed the girls pussy causing her to moan while I got my throat fucked hard.  Over and over again, he pumped my throat until it felt like I had a cold.

He yanked my hair to pull me off of him and tossed me to the floor while he climbed up on the bed and mounted the girl.  He looked back at me and gave me a thumbs up. 

“Cunt, put that gag back on.  I don’t want to hear you whining.  Holy, fuck, this is the best pussy I’ve ever felt.  So warm.  You are so fuckin’ hot.”  He said, looking at her while he pounded her pussy which I craved so bad.

I was forced to kneel there and watch him fucking another woman and praise her for being better than I was.  I was completely degraded and humiliated.  After a few minutes, she screamed and her legs tightened around Master’s waist.  The noises she made were sincere to the point where I was able to feel a part of her orgasm.  Shortly after, Master moans himself.  He pulled out and jerked himself right on top of the girls hairy pussy.

He lied next to her limp.  “You have GOT to be the hottest chick I’ve ever done it with.  You have to be the best sex I’ve ever had too.”  The comment was meant to make me feel worthless and low.  The girl sat up a bit and looked at me.

“What about her?  Don’t you ever fuck her?”

“Who?”  He looked at me like he didn’t even know I was there, watching.  “Oh, her.  She’s just a piece of meat.  Not a real girl like you.  He leaned over and kissed her.  He then sat up and glared at me.

“Make yourself useful and clean my cum off her pussy, then clean my dick.”

I crawled to the bed and he removed my gag so I would be able to lick his cum off her dirty, stinky pussy.  I managed to lick it all up leaving only beads of saliva on her hair.

“Wipe her pussy dry with your hair, cunt.”  I did as I was told and used my long, shiny hair to wipe her pussy of her thick, smelly liquid.

“Now clean my dick.”  I crawled to Master and wrapped my lips around his long shaft.  “Taste what pleasure feels like, cunt.  Taste the pleasure you will never receive from me.”

“So you never fuck her?”  She asked curiously.

“Not in her pussy.  She’s still a virgin.  Probably will be the rest of her life.  No one wants to fuck a worthless bitch.”  The words stung like a knife.

By then I had finished cleaning his penis and knelt for further instructions.

Master yawned.  “I’m tired.  Ready for bed?”  He asked the girl.

She nodded and crawled under his covers.  He did the same.

“Turn off the lights, cunt, and sleep under the bed.  We might need you again tomorrow morning.”  Master then cuffed my hands behind my back and kicked me hard on my butt to get me going.  I stayed on my knees as I made my way to turn off the light.  I had to use my mouth to turn off the switch.  I walked on my knees back to the bed and scooted under and fell asleep like that as best I could.

I snapped out of my reverie near panic.  Would I actually get to that point?  I seriously doubt it.  I was getting a little carried away with my own thoughts.  How far would my own imagination take me?  Being a slave like that would be absolutely impossible.  Even today, as a real sex slave, I couldn’t imagine being put in that kind of position permanently.  I find it ridiculous to be denied sexual pleasure for that long without losing your mind completely.  That’s enough about me, though.

It was absolutely impossible for me to sleep in my discomfort.  I lied there until I started to become irritated with my discomfort and confinement.  I managed to scoot myself out from under my bed.  I turned on my side lamp and started taking the binds off of me.  I started with the collar because that was the most irritating.  The leather was digging into my skin and was irritating.  I felt immediate relief as soon as I took it off.  I then took off my clamps which was a whole lot easier than before because I expected the pain it caused to take them off.  I kept the chastity belt on because I loved how that felt while I cleaned up my toys and put them away in the back of my closet.  I finally took off my chastity and put it in the box.  It had somewhat of a foul odor to it.

I grabbed my cat-o-nine tails whip from the box. I had never used it before.  My most private parts were extremely sore now.  My pussy was raw from having sex and a small dildo inside of it most of the night.  My pussy lips were stinging with the pain from the clamps.  And I still had to spank it twenty times?  I thought about not doing it for some time because I wasn’t sure I would be able to endure more pain down there.

Did he say something about not spanking it if you were hurting too much?  I don’t think he did.  You are nothing but a little cunt and your discomfort means SHIT to the world.  He ordered you to spank that pussy twenty times and you’re gonna do it, fuckface!  That’s not even your pussy, remember?  You gave it to ‘anybody who wants to use it.”

I gently rubbed my pussy with the leather whips.  I closed my eyes real tight and swung the whip hard between my legs.  I was surprised how the leather struck me directly on my pussy hole and spread around to the entire mound.  It hurt, but it actually felt like a good pain somehow.  It was one of those pains that I enjoyed.  I continued to strike it harder each time.  I hunched over the last few times I did it because I was hurting myself more than I wanted.

Nobody asked what you wanted, shitface.  Finish up, you don’t have a lot of sleep left.

I moved up to my breasts and striped my left one with the first strike.  It didn’t hurt as much as the crop did as it spread the leather strap over a larger area.  It was harder using my left hand to spank my right breast.  By the end of it, my pussy was throbbing in pain and my breasts were burning and welted.  I had actually shed a tear from beating myself.  I put the whip away and crawled back under the bed.  I put my alarm clock next to me on the floor and set it to go off at 10:30am.  It was already 4:30am and I wasn’t about to get much sleep this night.

It doesn’t matter.  You will do whatever it takes to make your Masters happy.  Even if it means you lose days of sleep. 

I didn’t even sleep very deep that night.  The pain kept throbbing in my pussy with every move I made and my breasts felt like the skin was shrinking and stretching.  The floor under my bed was uncomfortable and I couldn’t find a good position to get myself into.  But I did manage to sleep some that night.  I woke up at 5:15, 6:30, 7:23, 8:49, and finally the alarm went off at 10:30. 

I scooted out from under my bed and fixed my hair as best I could.  I tied it back in a ponytail.  I got my toys back out so I could ready myself for Master.  This was probably the most challenging thing I had done so far.  My pussy and nipples felt bruised and very sore.  In fact my whole breasts were very sensitive.

“I can’t do it.  It hurts too much.”  I told myself.

Get moving, whore!  You will endure the pain for HIS pleasure.  You’ve already disappointed him too many times already.  Make it up to him now by sacrificing yourself for him.

“Fuck!  Ok, ok, ok.  Here it goes.”  I took a deep breath and thought again whether I should do it or not.  Then I figured if I was going to become the slave girl I wanted to become, I should do this.  I was hurting and needed a day of recovery, but I figured I would be proud of myself if I go through with it. 

I pulled out my chastity and clamps out of the closet.  With a deep sigh, I rubbed my pussy with the plugs and I wasn’t wet at all.  I thought I had run out of pussy juice.  I decided to use some KY that came for free with my toys to help put them inside of me.  I spread the KY evenly over both plugs and they easily slid in.  My butt was hurting from the pain the plug caused and my pussy hurt just as much.  I pulled the straps hard so they would be buried deep inside of me.  I buckled it the chastity tightly around my waist.  My holes were hurting, but felt good at the same time with the KY warming them and giving me a slight tingle that was just awesome.  I managed to pull my sore pussy lips out on each side of the strap between my legs and slowly attached the clamps.  It took a hell of a lot of heavy breathing to get them on.  I then managed to clamp my nipples.  The pain was constant and getting worse with every move I made.  I was starting to like it less and less.  The only thing that kept me going was the fact that I was doing this for someone else.

I turned on my computer and my mic and webcam.  I opened my messenger and knelt down waiting for Master to come on.  It didn’t take more than a minute before he came on the screen.  He looked a little hung over and tired.  His hair was a mess.

“There’s my little cunthole.”  He said happily but in a groggy voice.

I simply smiled as my eyes welled up from the pain I was in.

“Is my little whore feeling some pain today?  Poor baby.”  He said mockingly.

“Yes, Sir, I’m hurting today.”

“Did she follow all her orders?”  He looked at me like he I was a little kid.

“Yes, Sir, I did everything you asked.”

“And how do you feel today, slut?”

“I hurt a lot today, Sir.”

“What hurts you?”  He looked like he was confused.  Almost like he didn’t understand why I would be in pain.

“My nipples and my pussy are hurting a lot today, Sir.”

“Still calling them nipples and pussy?  You have titties and because you are still a little cunt, you have a cookie instead of a pussy.”

“Sorry Sir, my titties and my cookie are hurting a lot today.”

“Better.  Now have you had sex since the last time we met?”

“Yes, Sir, I had sex with my boyfriend yesterday.”

“Good.  You will fuck him again today if he wants you to.  Right now, I want you to do a little sexual workout for me.”  He paused and took a bite of a doughnut.  “First you are going to stretch a little bit.  Stand back by your bed so I can see all of you.”  I stood up and faced the computer.  “Good, now turn around and spread your legs.”  I did as I was ordered.  “Now raise your hands high in the air, bring them to your waist and then touch the floor.  After your fingers touch the floor, reach back and spread your ass cheeks and say ‘Look at my plugged asshole.’”

I reached up and straightened my arms, I could feel my nipples stretching in the clamps as they dangled.  I brought them down to my waist and then bent over at the waist, reached down and touched the floor with the tips of my fingers. I then reached back and grabbed an ass cheek with each of my hands and pulled them apart.

“Look at my plugged asshole.”  I held my position until I heard for further instructions.

“Good, now I want you to do a total of ten reps of this.  But I want you to make one change.  Instead of calling it YOUR asshole, call it MY asshole.”

By now the clamps felt like they were going to flatten my pussy lips and my nipples to paper thin.  My holes were starting to burn, but I managed to repeat the exercise nine more times.  Every single time, I felt the humiliation of spreading my butt cheeks to expose my plugged hole.  Every time I bent over, it pushed the plugs in deeper and it caused the leather straps to dig more into my skin.  It was practically torture on my pussy lips.  I managed to painfully complete the exercise.

“Good girl, that was perfect.  As your reward, you get to remove one clamp.  Just one clamp, though.”

I decided to remove my left pussy clamp because that was the most irritating.  I squealed and cried as I removed it.

“Awww, poor little slut is in a lot of pain today, isn’t she.” 

I nodded and pouted.

“That’s what you get for ditching me so many times and being late the other times.  We aren’t done yet, cunt.  Now I want you to put your hands out straight at your sides.”  I posed with my arms stretched out at my sides.  “Like that.  Now keep your legs spread wide and start swinging your body from side to side so that your hands point at me every time.  Your legs stay planted.”

I started swinging my upper body feeling the sway of the nipple clamps with every turn.

“After you swing to each side, stop and look at me and say, ‘Look at your titties.’”

As I swung from side to side, I now had to stop and look at him and say, “Look at your titties.”  My nipples were hurting pretty bad, but I just grinded my teeth and went through with the humiliation.  I had to keep it going until he told me to stop.

“Good girl.  You may now remove one nipple clamp.”  I quickly reached down and removed my right nipple clamp.  I wanted to rub it so bad.  The pain was pretty severe.  Tears started rolling down my cheeks as I endured yet, even more pain.  Why was I getting turned on by my own crying and pain?  Why was I acting like such a sick person?  Only a crazy person would enjoy this type of self-mutilation.

“Alright, cunt, now let’s do a little cardio.  I know your pussy and your nipple hurt.  You don’t have to bitch about it.  Just a few more exercises and you’re done.”  He sat back and smiled as he reached down and touched himself.

“Now, get on your tippy-toes, keep those legs spread.”  I got into position.  “Put your hands like you’re praying above your head.  I want you to do 10 jumping jacks.  Count each one and when you finish, I want you in this exact pose… Go!”

I started jumping and swinging my arms.  The dangling chains were tugging with every jump I made.  The leather from the chastity was starting to scratch my crotch.  My holes begged to be emptied.  My left nipple and pussy lip were hurting so bad I started crying harder after each jump. 

Breathing heavy, I stopped after counting ten jumping jacks and I posed once again with my legs spread and my arms clasped above my head.  My nipple felt like it was bleeding and ready to rip right off my breast.

“You may remove another clamp, whore.”  He was constantly smiling at my torture and my crying as I removed my other nipple clamp with a loud yelp.  “You know you love it.  Why are you crying so much, cunt?”

“I’m hurting really really bad, Sir.”

“Where?”  He leaned closer to the camera.

“My nipples and my pussy are hurting bad, Sir.”  I didn’t even mention my asshole and pussy.

“What grade are you in, hole?”

“I’ll be in ninth, Sir.”

“Are you good at listening to directions?”

“Yes, Sir, I am.”

“No, you’re not!  They are not your nipples or your pussy are they?  We’ve gone over this time and time again, yet you keep taking possession like a selfish piece of shit!”  The names stung me hard.  Maybe I really was just a piece of shit.  Maybe I didn’t deserve all that I had.  I felt two inches tall.

“I...”  sniffle.  “I… I’m sorry, Sir.”  I felt ashamed.

“Oh, you will be sorry.  Do you want to become the perfect sex slave slut for someone someday?”

I kept my head down looking upon my disgraced body and nodded in shame.

“Then you need to stop being a selfish tramp and do what you’re told.  Understand?”

I nodded again.

“Good, now take off that fuckin clamp from your pussy.”  I winced in pain as I removed it.  The urge to rub it was as intense as having a severe itch you couldn’t scratch.  I didn’t dare after being scolded like I had just been.

“Go get two of your thickest books.  Make them heavy.”

I searched around and found a dictionary and an old history text book from school the year before.   I showed them to Sir.

“Perfect.  Kneel down with your ass up and back straight and facing me so I can see you.”  I did as told and knelt down.  I knew what he was going to make me do but I didn’t do it without him telling me to first.

“Put your knees together and cross your feet behind you.”  I did.  “Good, now I want you to put one book in each hand and stretch them straight out at your sides so they are even with the floor.”  I did as I was told and stretched the books out on either side of my body so my arms were straight out. 

“Keep that position and don’t move.”  Not even a minute later, I could feel the intense burning in my shoulders and my arms were getting weaker by the second.  They started to bend uncontrollably.

“I SAID STRAIGHT OUT, CUNT!  I DIDN’T TELL YOU TO STOP!!!”  I grunted in pain as I stretched them back out.  Then almost immediately my arms started to drop slowly.

“You pathetic piece of trash.  Put those books down.”  With a sigh of relief, I put the books on the floor in front of me.  Even my back was hurting as my balance was difficult to keep with my feet crossed.

“Stand up.”  I stood.  “Spread your legs shoulder width apart and get on your toes.”  I did as I was told.  “Good girl, now squat so that your ass is parallel to the floor.  Put your arms straight out at your sides like when you held the books and hold that position until I tell you to fuckin’ move.  Think you can follow those orders?” 

I posed as he ordered me to and nodded.  Once again, my arms started burning right away and now my legs were starting to shake and my thighs started burning.  I think he was able to tell how tired I was by the look on my face because I started to struggle really bad.  Sweat started to bead all over my body as the sun beat down into my hot room.

“Ok, now lay down and put your feet straight and together.  This will be your last exercise.”  I lied on the floor and posed as he told me to.  “Now I want you to keep your legs straight.  You will lift them about two feet off the ground, at the same time you will keep your hands behind your head and do a half sit-up and hold the sit-up while you spread your legs and close them.  Then you will go back down but keep your legs in the air.  You will do ten of these and you will do them slowly.  Understand the directions?”

I nodded.  I lifted my legs and kept them straight and together.  I interlocked my fingers behind my head and pulled myself halfway up.  I could feel my stomach muscles tense as I held the position and spread my legs wide.  I felt a deep burn in my entire belly as I spread my legs and closed them before I lied back down on the floor.  Then I repeated.  Except on the second try on my way back down, I dropped my feet to touch the ground.

“No, no no.  Do that one again.  Do it right.  You know how.” 

I did it again and this time I did it right.  By the time I reached five, my legs, butt and stomach were dying.  It was impossible for me to keep my legs straight much less keep them in the air.  I was hurting so bad.  I was grunting heavy with every single repetition after that.  Master just sat in his chair and jerked off to the my struggles.  I was now practically covered in sweat and all my muscles felt weak and wobbly.  I felt like I was about to collapse.

“Ok, shitface.  There’s one last thing for you to do.  Get me off.  Put that huge dildo on the floor and make it point upwards.”  I grabbed the dildo and weakly put it on the floor pointing upwards.

“Now, I want you lay flat on your belly.  Feet crossed.  I want you to do a push up.  Keep your entire body straight while you lift yourself.  You will then put the dildo on the floor so you can take it in your mouth every time you go down.  This will help you grow bigger titties.  If you get too tired, you can bend your knees.  You will do however many it takes for me to get off on you doing it.”  Not another exercise! 

I wasn’t used to exercising and, in fact, I really didn’t like it that much.  Then why was I putting myself through it.  It was almost as if I didn’t have control over my own body.  I wondered if I had been hypnotized or something to just obey.  I cried the whole time I did push-ups.  I lifted myself and placed the dildo right under my face so that it lined up perfectly with my mouth.  I lowered myself down and felt just how weak my arms were as I opened my mouth and took the dildo to the back of my throat.  I gagged.

“That’s it, cunt, keep going.  Take that dick deep I your mouth.  Imagine it’s my dick your sucking.”

I lifted myself up off the dildo and then managed to go back down.  Once again, I hit the back of my throat and gagged.  Some spit dripped out of my mouth and onto the balls and shaft of the dildo.  After doing this about five times, My arms got really tired and I rested on my knees.  I could hear the splitter-splatter of Master jerking off.  I didn’t dare look at him as my eyes were fixated on the dildo in my face.  Luckily, just as I felt like I couldn’t do another push-up, I heard him groaning.

“Oooh, yeah, stay down.  Put your weight on that dildo so it stretches that tiny throat of yours.  Oh, yeah, like that.”

I lowered myself one last time.  My arms were shaking badly and felt like they were going to give out.  The dildo pressed hard against the back of my throat and cut off my air.  I gagged and choked and pulled up a little to catch some air.  Then I returned back to choking myself with the dildo.  I must be some demented person to be doing this.  My brain has to have something wrong with it to put myself through this.  I didn’t know why I did it, but it was enjoyable to me somehow.  I enjoyed the pain and the discomfort and the self-sacrifice.  I enjoyed the pleasure it gave me to complete something so challenging.  I felt whole, like I needed to be like this to be happy.  It wasn’t normal.

Finally, he ordered me to stop.  He showed me his cupped hand full of cum.  I knelt down facing him.

“Don’t you wish you could have this as your breakfast after such a hard workout, whore?”

Eew.  But I nodded anyway.  My eyes were swollen from the choking and the crying.

“How did my little slut enjoy that?”

“It was really hard, Sir.”

“Of course it was. But you put in your list that you wanted to try some forced exercise and that’s what you got, BDSM style.  Was it too much for you?”

“No Sir, I kinda liked it.”

“Then why all the tears?”

“I guess, at first, it was the pain from the clamps.  And then it was from doing stuff I didn’t usually like.  And I guess it was also because I was happy…  I really don’t know, Sir.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.  You ARE happy now, right?”

I nodded.

“Good.  Now if I was a cruel Master, I would make you wear that chastity all day, but I know your pussy and ass can’t take it, so I will allow you to take it off.”

“Thank you, Sir.”  I reached down and unbuckled the wet straps from my waist.  They were dripping with my sweat.  I stunk and I was burning up.  I slowly pulled out the plugs from my holes and let the belt drop to the floor with a loud thud.

“I want you to try one more thing for me.  I want you to clean those plugs with your mouth.  First put the bigger one in your mouth and keep it there.”

I picked up the chastity and immediately smelt my filthy pussy all over it.  My mind was somewhere else.  It was like time didn’t exist.  I felt like I was dreaming or like I was in someone else’s body.  I felt numb all over but at the same time, I felt like I could conquer the world.  All my doubts about being “normal” faded and all that mattered was that I obeyed every command.  I was unbreakable and invincible.  It was my first time in sub-space.

I opened my mouth with a dazed look on my face and put the plug all the way in.  I could smell my sweat and pussy juice radiating from the leather strap just under my nose.  I wanted to gag, but I had no choice but to suck on it until I was shiny and clean.  I used my tongue to scrub the mess I had made on the plug.  I didn’t really like the taste.  I loved the idea of tasting my own filth more than I hated the flavor and smell.

“Ok, let me see it.”  Master said firmly.

I took out the plug and showed it to him.

“That’s a good girl.  Now I want you to do the same with the smaller plug.”  Was he actually asking me to taste my own shit?  Hell, no!

I shook my head.

“Don’t you remember?  You gave your mouth to anyone who wants to use it.  I want you to use it as a cleaner of your own fuckin’ plugs.  Now do it!”

I put the plug against my lips and started crying, yet, again.  I looked at Master and shook my head no.

“Ok, if you don’t want to do it, you will have to give yourself 50 strikes with the crop on your pussy, ass, and titties, each.  It’s your choice, cunt.”

I slowly opened my mouth and held my breath so I wouldn’t have to taste the streaks of poop that lined the rubber plug,  the though alone was making me sick.  I slowly inserted the plug into my mouth and sucked on it.  I hated the fact that I had some of my own shit in my mouth, but I loved the fact that I had lowered myself to that level.  How much further could one person go?  I didn’t think it got any worse than that.

“Such an obedient cunt you are.”  He said with a smile as I sucked on my own shit covered plug.  Tears rolled down my face and I gagged randomly whenever thoughts of tasting shit filled my brain.  I had to think of other things to keep me going.  I thought about Alan and how I was falling so much in love with him.  It kept my mind off of my own filth.

“Ok, let me see it.”  I showed him the plug.  “Good enough.  Now did my little cunt cum at all while she was plugged today?”

“No Sir, I didn’t cum, I was in too much pa…”  He quickly cut me off.

“I don’t want to hear your explanation.  It was a yes or no question.”  He sounded upset.  “You should have cum while you were sucking that dildo.  That’s too bad.  It was your only chance to cum today.  Oh well, maybe, if you’re good, I will allow you to cum tomorrow or tonight if we meet.”  He took a deep breath.  “At least I came.  That’s what really matters doesn’t it, whore?”

I nodded with shame and desperation.

“Look at you.  You are one hot piece of meat.  If I were there, I would fuck you day and night.  You would have, like ten orgasms a day.  But since I’m not, I guess you will have to wait until I’m ready to let you.  I’ve gotta go now.  You have a wonderful day today, whore.  Look for an email from me later today.  OK?”

With tear filled eyes I responded, “Yes, Sir.”

He turned off his cam and logged off, leaving me kneeling there in shame and desperate for sexual relief.  My nipples and pussy lips were so sensitive it felt like the lightest touch would shoot pain through my body.  Even a soft brush of air was felt intensely.  I looked at the clock.  It read 11:25.  I wondered if Alan was up yet.  I wanted to be with him all the time.  I couldn’t get him out of my head.

I picked up my toys and put them away.  I could feel the soreness of my nipples and pussy with every step I took.  I kind of liked it.  It kept me in a submissive state.  Without thinking, I walked out of my room naked and went to the bathroom to take a shower.  Just as I reached the bathroom door, John opened his bedroom door and walked out.  He froze as he saw me naked and thrashed in the hallway.

“Oh my god!”  I quickly covered myself.  “I thought I was alone.”  I ran as fast as I could back to my room.  Shit, my brother saw me naked.  How gross was that?

I ran back to my room as fast as I could.  I wanted to scream in my embarrassment.  As soon as I shut and locked the door I had a strange thought.  I was willing to crawl out of my house on my hands and knees, naked and on a leash.  Suck Alan’s dick while we drove through Wendy’s.  Expose myself to the world and the internet.  Yet, I was so totally embarrassed when my own brother, someone who actually wouldn’t judge me, saw me naked.  Why was that strange to me?  Was it because I needed to keep my dignity when it came to family?  I didn’t care what the world thought of me, but I surely did care when it came to my family.  We were close and happy.

I wrapped myself in my robe and with a bright red face, I left my room and went back into the bathroom to take a shower.  John was in his room.  I took my shower and went back to my room.  Alan had called while I was in the shower.  I quickly called him back.

       “Hello?”  He sounded like he had just woken up.

“Hi, sweety!”  I was in a cheerful mood even though my body was aching and sore, especially my most sensitive parts.

“How you feeling today?”  He sounded really happy.

“Sore, and happy as hell.”  I was smiling.

“Yeah, me too.  You are so totally awesome.”

“No, you are so totally awesome.”

“Mind if I go see you in a while?”

“John is here, but sure.”

“Ok, I’ll get us some lunch.  See you in a little, baby.”

“Kay, bye.”

I made myself up and fixed my hair.  I went to my closet and thought about what I could wear.  I decided on a navy blue short cotton skirt and a white tank top and a pair of tennis shoes.  I liked not wearing underwear so much that I didn’t even think about putting them on anymore.

I waited patiently in my room listening to music.  John showed up about an hour later.

I opened the door and let him in.  He gave me a nice wet kiss before he even said hello.  He had a glow about him I hadn’t seen before.  He had an angelic aura about him that made me see him as supernatural.  He carried a bag of McDonalds with him. 

As soon as we sat down at the kitchen table to eat, John came out of his room and went in to meet us.

“Oh, hey man, what’s up?”  He said to Alan.

“Nothing, bro, just having some lunch.  Want some?”

“It’s ok, you guys go ahead.”

“No, man, I brought you some burgers and fries cuz Laura said you were here.”

“Serious?  Thanks man.”  John sat down and started eating with us.  I felt sort of uncomfortable knowing that he had seen me naked earlier in the day.  I tried to shrug it off but John had to tease me about it.

“Oh, Alan, I saw something that was meant for you today?”  He had an evil grin on his face.  He wouldn’t dare.

“What do you mean?”  Alan responded curiously.

John looked at me with a smile and jerked his head like he was pointing at me with his chin.  “Tell him, Laura.”

“No.  I don’t wanna tell him.”  I felt my face turn a bright red.

“Dude, I wake up all hung over and shit.  I had to take this major piss.  I walk out of my room and…”  He giggled and laughed.  “She was standing right there in the fuckin’ hallway all naked.”

Alan looked surprised and then looked at me.  “No shit.”  He acted like he hadn’t seen me naked before.

“You should’ve seen the look on her face, dude.”  He opened his eyes real wide and let his jaw drop wide open.  “She ran away screaming.”  He laughed so hard I thought he was going to pee his pants.

Alan looked at me and smiled before he laughed with John.

I shifted my body on the seat and felt a squishy feeling between my legs.  This wasn’t pussy juice.  It was thicker and sticky.  What the hell was this?  I stood up.  Shit! No! No! Not now!

“I gotta go to the bathroom, be right back.”  I said as I ran to the bathroom.  I lifted my skirt to see what it was and shit if I hadn’t started my period.  Dammit!  I usually felt cramps and bloated when it was getting close, but this came without warning.  When I thought about it, I figured it was because I was exercising my stomach and that was probably why I didn’t feel it.  I couldn’t explain it fully.  I was only about a day earlier than usual.  I went into my room and put on a tampon, wiped myself, put on a pair of panties which actually felt pretty good, and then checked my skirt for stains.  Luckily there weren’t any.

I casually made my way out of my room back into the kitchen where Alan and John were laughing and eating.

“Everything ok baby?”  Alan said as his smile half left.

The soreness between my legs caused me to walk sort of bull legged.

“I’m fine.”

“We thought you got mad at us and ran away for messin’ with you.”  John said.

“No, I just had to go to the bathroom.”

“Then why are you walking so funny?”  John had a smirk.

Alan gave me a look of surprise like what if John figured us out.  He really looked worried.

“I’m ragging ok?  God!  I get no fuckin’ privacy in this house.  Alan, let’s go to the park or something.”  I grabbed his hand and pulled him out the front door.  “He pisses me off so bad sometimes.”

“Are you really on the rag now?” He smiled with a touch of grossed out spread on his face.

I nodded and blushed.  We walked to his car and got inside.  Once inside, Alan turned to me with a smile on his face.

“Does your period really make you walk weird?  Cuz the other girls don’t really.”

“No, it doesn’t make me walk funny.” I was getting aggravated at all the personal questions.

“So why ARE you walking funny?”

I looked at him impatiently.  “You really have to ask me that question?  Like you really don’t know?”

“You mean…  I… I did that?”

I just blushed and went limp.  “Can we, like stop talking about this?”

Alan gave a healthy laugh before pulling out.  I know it wasn’t only him that made me so sore, but it made him feel so good about himself that I didn’t care to tell him the truth.  We drove over to the secluded park we had been to the day before.  We parked and walked to a park bench.  Just as I sat down Alan put his hand on my bare thigh.

“I’m gonna tell you something and I don’t want you to freak out or anything.”

“Sure, whatever.”

“These past few days with you have been the best days of my entire life.  I never ever thought I would be as happy as I am when I’m with you.  And when I’m not with you, I’m always thinking about you.  Your face is like, imprinted on my brain and I can’t let it go.”  He took a deep breath.  I wanted to respond to his compliments, but I listened patiently.  “I think… No, I know that….”  He paused again.

“I’m so totally in love with you.”  He continued before I could say anything.  “Before you say anything, I know it’s only been a few days.  And I know we’re young and probably don’t even know what love is.  But I know one thing.  These feelings I have for you in my heart are real and I don’t plan on ever fighting them.  You make me happy and you keep me warm at night.  You brighten my day with your smile and I want you to be mine forever.”

Oh my God!  Those words made me melt right in the middle of the park.  They were so beautiful and so heartfelt that it put a giant lump in my throat that grew with every word he said until I exploded in tears.  When he was done, I was crying like a baby and I gave him the most heartfelt hug I could possibly give.

“Thank you so much.  I never thought I’d fall in love either.  But you make me feel so good about myself.  Every day you make me feel pretty and wanted.  I’m so totally in love with…*choke*…with you too.”  I held him close to me again as I had never broken down in tears due to happiness before.  We were in love and it felt so real and so genuine.  I was never letting this one go. 

“Whew.”  He pretended to wipe his forehead of sweat. “I was so scared that you were gonna freak out and run away.”

I laughed while wiping my tears away.  “No, I’m too far from home.”  That made him laugh also.

We sat there for hours talking and joking around.  After a while, I got a phone call that ruined our good time.  It was my mom.  They were home and she was going to teach me how to make tortillas, chili, and other stuff so I needed to go home right away.  She told me to invite Alan over for dinner so he could taste my food.

We went straight home from there.  Alan dropped me off and told me he would be by later that night for dinner.  I gave him a long soft kiss before I left his car and it felt so good telling him that I loved him.  It sort of made me feel so full of life.

I went inside the house.  My mom and dad were resting in the living room waiting for me.  Dad got up when he saw what I was wearing and gave me a check over.  He looked like he wanted to say something but held back from commenting.  He looked a little frustrated at that.

“Let me change first, mom, before we start, ok?”

“Go ahead.”  She responded with a smile.

I went into my room and changed into a pair of shorts.  I did it mostly for my dad than anything else.  I could hear them talking in the living room.  Dad didn’t sound very happy and mom was trying to calm him down.  At least I had her there to protect me.  I wished I was able to hear what they were saying, but all I could hear were mumbles.

I came out and mom took me into the kitchen to teach me how to make tortillas.  She didn’t have an actual recipe for them, she just poured in some flour and other ingredients into a large bowl.  She let me do most of the work.  I had no idea how much work it took to make homemade tortillas.  It wasn’t really that hard, it was just time consuming. 

I will always remember my first tortilla.  It was too thick and it wasn’t even round, but I was so proud of myself for making it.  Just after I finished making it, I called dad in the kitchen to taste it fresh off the comal. 

He came in with a big smile like a dog getting a treat.  He laughed when he saw it. 

“It looks like Texas, hita.”  He laughed at the crooked tortilla while spreading some butter on it.  He took a big bite and paused after the third bite.

“These are delicious, hita, good job!”  He said as he munched down the rest of it.

The comment made me proud.  I had always wanted to learn this and not only was I doing it, I did it well.  This was turning out to be one of the best days I had ever had.  The smile never left my face.  It took me close to two hours to finally finish the whole batch of tortillas.  I had made about three dozen.

Just as I had finished, mom wanted to show me how to make red chili.  New Mexican style chili like I had grown up eating.  The beans were simmering on the stove and the house smelt like my grandma’s on a Sunday afternoon.  The odors always brought me back to when she was alive, God how I missed her.

Alan showed up shortly after.  I let him in and proudly handed him a tortilla and the butter.  “Here, wanna try my tortillas?”

“Of course I do.”  He said with a smile.  He didn’t use any butter.  He just folded it and took a bite.  The look on his face was priceless and remains in my head to this day.  He closed his eyes and it looked like every muscle in his body relaxed like he was melting.  “Mmm, these are awesome, Laura.  Thank you.”  He said sincerely.

My dad called him into the living room as mom and I finished cooking.  They seemed comfortable together.  It was refreshing to see them getting along so well.  It meant a lot to me that dad accepted him.

The chili was easy to make and soon dinner was ready.  We called them to dinner and they happily got up.  We sat together and ate our chili and beans.  I was excited that they really enjoyed it.  They were full of compliments.  My day was getting better by the minute.

After dinner, I helped mom clean up while the men sat in the den watching TV.  I felt like a grown woman doing these things.  Taking care of my man and feeding him and making him happy filled my soul.  It was my soul purpose, my destiny.

After cleaning, mom and I sat in the den with the men and watched a movie.  Alan and I just held hands while mom and dad were cuddled together.  I wanted to do stuff with Alan that I wouldn’t have dared done in front of my parents.  But I was a good girl and behaved.  As soon as the movie was over Alan asked if they would like him to go buy us all ice cream.

Mom and dad looked at each other and smiled big.

“Sure, I could go for some ice cream right now.”  Mom said happily.  Dad agreed.

They let me go with him.  We jumped in the car and as soon as I got in, my hand found his crotch.  Alan just smiled and drove on.

“I wanted to touch you so bad in there.  Am I bad?”

Alan laughed.  “No, you’re good.  Damn good.”  He laughed again.

“What’s so funny?”  I said as I pulled my hand away from him manhood.

“Nothing, it’s just that… I thought your were… you know.”

“Oh, that.  That doesn’t mean we can’t do anything.”

“Oh really?”  He smiled again.

“Pull over, let me show you.”

Alan pulled the car over in the store parking lot.  I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear off.  I leaned over and pulled that gorgeous snake from his pants.  I leaned in and took a long sniff of his manly smell that I adored so much.  I loved the musky smell his crotch had.  It was like an aphrodisiac to me.  It drove me crazy.

I stared at it for a short while adoring the entire thing and rubbing it gently.  God how I loved his penis.  I loved everything about it.  I loved the shape.  I loved the length.  I loved the way the head swelled on the tip.  I loved how his balls pressed out of his pants so tight and so big.  I loved how hard it got every time I touched it and rubbed it like this.  I worshipped it.

I opened my mouth as soon as it was hard and long and his tip swelled up.  I wrapped my lips tightly around the tip and started rubbing my tongue all around it.  It made him jerk his hips and gasp.  He started rubbing my head almost like I was a small puppy cuddled in his lap.  That made me feel even more submissive and in more need to please it.

I started to bob my head slowly up and down allowing his tip to lightly tap the back of my throat.  My fingers fondled his balls at the same time which seemed to drive him crazy as he kept jerking and twitching with pleasure.

It was my pleasure to take care of him like this.  I loved this boy with all my heart and I wanted to keep him happy forever.  I had dedicated myself to doing whatever it took to make him happy all the time.  He was my life.

He didn’t take long to start the familiar moan.  I knew he was getting close so I started bobbing faster and rubbing my tongue harder underneath his tool.  I wasn’t going to stop until he showed me he was pleased by squirting his man fluid in my mouth.  I loved this boy so much, I was going to suffer the foulness of the cum and swallow it just to make him happy.

I felt his shaft start to jerk quickly.  I continued at the same pace as I had read online.  It said that once it starts jerking, to keep the same pace and do nothing different so he doesn’t lose his climax.  Finally, he shot such a hard load into my mouth that it hit the back of my throat and dribbled down it a little.  I kept my mouth tightly shut around the shaft so I wouldn’t spill any of it.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t swallow with my mouth open like that without biting down a little and I didn’t want to hurt him with my teeth so I kept the foulness of cum in my mouth until he stopped jerking. 

I kept my face pressed against his balls as he finished.  When I knew he was done, I slowly sucked and kept my lips tight around the shaft so I wouldn’t spill any on my way up.  I large drop fell on his pants as his manhood fell limp out of my mouth.  It was still jerking a little.  I held my breath and took a long hard swallow.  It didn’t taste any better than the time before, but it made me feel better about making him cum.  It was a sacrifice I was willing to make.  I leaned forward again and used my tongue to lick up the drops of cum that fell on his jeans.  When I was done, I looked up at Alan with a smile.

He looked down at me with that manly glow he carried with him all the time.  I couldn’t explain it.  It was like he was some kind of angel or something.  The only other person I had seen with that type of glow was my grandma.  Maybe it was because I adore him just as much as I adored her.  I didn’t know for sure.

“Babygirl, you’re the best.  Thank you so much.”  I wanted to kiss him, but my breath smelled like cum and I didn’t want to burden him with it.

We went in the store hand in hand and bought the ice cream.  On our way out, we met up with one of his friends.  I didn’t know his name.  I knew we went to school together, but I didn’t know who he was.  He was short and skinny with dark skin and a large nose.  He looked almost nerdy.  My stomach dropped when I saw what he was wearing, a Wendy’s uniform.

Oh my God.  Was this the guy that saw me naked sucking Alan at the drive through?  Please don’t say so.

“Alan!  What up bro?”  They shook hands.

“Nada, bro, just getting some ice cream, you?”

“Mike’s brothers pulling out for me.  We came to buy some beer.  We’re hanging out tonight.”

“That’s cool, man.”

Just then, the guy caught a glimpse of me standing halfway behind Alan.  He leaned over to get a better look.  “Is that Laura?  You guys hooked up or what?”

“Yeah.”

“Is she the one that…”  It was almost like he didn’t want to finish the sentence.

He stopped asking after he saw the look on Alan’s face.  Alan was smiling from ear to ear.

“She’s the one I saw that night?”

Alan just shrugged his shoulders and nodded.  I hid even more behind him in embarrassment.  I felt totally exposed even though I was dressed.  The humiliation was turning me on pretty bad by now.

He leaned over some more to get a better look at me.  Alan stepped away from me leaving me there for him to see.

“Vince, this is Laura.  You know her.  She’s in your grade.”

Vince, that was his name.  He scaled me up and down licking his lips.

“That’s Laura?”  He checked me out again.  I just stood still letting it happen.  “Holy shit, no way!  You’re looking good, girl.”

Alan put his hand on Vince’s shoulder.  “Whoah, bro, hold up.”

“Hey, I’m not starting shit, man.  Just paying comps bro.”

“Well, we gotta head out.”

“Yeah, I bet.”  Vince raised his eyebrows as if he knew what we were up to.  They shook hands again and said bye.

We got back in the car. 

“You know that you’re mine now, right?”  Alan said.

“Of course.Forever and ever.”

“I’m never letting you go, girl.”

“Please don’t.”

We made the short trip back to my house.  My mom and dad were still in the den cuddling and watching TV.

We all sat together and ate ice cream.  My parents thanked Alan and we talked for a little while before he had to go.

“Well, it’s already nine.  I better get going.  Thank you so much for the meal tonight Mr. and Mrs. Garcia.”  He reached his hand out to dad.  Dad stood up and shook his hand.

“Sure thing, you’ll come over again sometime and do it again.”  I could see in his eyes that my dad really liked him.  It made me feel whole.

Alan gently shook my mom’s hand and let me walk him out to the front porch.  I wrapped my arms around him and looked deep into his eyes.

“I love you so much, Alan.”  I said sincerely.

“You have no idea, babygirl.”  He answered with a smile.

I tip-toed and planted a soft kiss on his lips and released with a loud smack.

“Goodnight.  I’ll call you tomorrow.”  He said.

“Ok, goodnight.”

I had never been so in love in all my life.  My entire body felt like it was having a huge, continuous orgasm of pure joy.  I felt tingly all over.  My head was filled with beautiful thoughts and visions.  It was one of the most wonderful feelings I had ever had in my entire life.

I went back inside.  Mom and dad were picking up the empty bowls of ice cream and putting them in the sink.

“I have to tell you, Laura.  That boy you found there’s a good one.”  Mom said.

“Yeah, I really like him a lot.”  Dad stated.

It just made me smile.

“Look at her, hun, she’s glowing.”  Mom said.  Dad just nodded and smiled.

“I think someone’s in love.”  She sang.

“Shut up guys.”  I responded bashfully.

“Yeah, I agree.”  Dad said.

“I’m going to bed.  Goodnight mom.”  I kissed her on the cheek.

“Goodnight dad.”  I kissed and hugged him tight before heading straight to my room.

I walked in and shut the door.  I walked over to the edge of my bed and sat down.  My mind was racing with beautiful thoughts of love and flowers and bliss.  My reverie was quickly broken.

What the fuck, slutface?  Why are you still dressed in your dungeon?  Are you retarded or is this your way of asking for a beating?  Take off those clothes now, you’re testing my patience, bitch.

The voice had this ability to make me wet immediately.  I had never masturbated while on my period before because it was so messy and I didn’t want blood everywhere.  But I always wanted to do it more during those times.  I didn’t know if it was because I felt like I couldn’t do it, and the denial made me want it more for those three or four days.  I didn’t know if the cycle alone made me more horny.  I just know that my sex drive went up during my period but I didn’t do it because of the bloody mess.  I always felt so disgusting down there.  Horny, but disgusting.

I stripped off all my clothes.  My stomach was bloated from all the beans I had eaten.  I felt like a little piggy.  My stomach was full.

Let’s see if Master left you an email tonight, shitface.

I turned on my computer and let it warm up.  I checked my email right away.  Sure enough, I wasn’t let down as there was an email titled “Piece of shit whore.”  I quickly opened the letter.

Dear bitch,

I am sure your pussy and ass are sore right now.  At least that’s what’s expected after a hard days work of fucking yourself.  In time, you will get used to it.  And since you and been such a good submissive slut, I have decided to give you a day of rest.  However, a day of rest as a sub doesn’t mean she gets to fuck around and sleep all day.  You have worked hard in your training and you are coming along nicely. 

Enjoy

Master

A day off?  What kind of pussy gives a whore a day off?  He’s just too fuckin’ lazy to think of anything new for you to do for him.  Fine, then I’ll have to take over from here.  I know what you can take and what your body can’t take.  I know what you want deep inside like nobody else.  I know just how sick you are and I plan to use this to my advantage.

I sat at the computer a while looking and saving several BDSM pictures that caught my eye.  I used it mainly to get me in the mood for what I was about to do to myself.  After at least an hour of this, I decided to turn off the computer and start.  Now the only thing I had to work with was myself.  I had to use my own imagination to get myself into a situation that I would enjoy while at the same time be uncomfortable enough to keep me in a submissive state.

Are you ready for this cunt?

I nodded.

First thing, I want you to put on that red silk teddy and your high heels.

I did as I was told.

Good, now put on your ball gag and the butt plug with the tail. 

I put the butt plug in after using some KY to lube it up.  It slid in with a pop as my asshole gladly accepted it by sucking it in.  I felt immediate pleasure from it as the tingles started jumping around my pussy.  It grew damp quickly.

Put your hair back in a ponytail.  We are going out for a walk.

I shook my head, no.  “No way, I’m not going out like this.  What if I get caught?”

Who gives a flying fuck about your reputation, whore?  All I’m asking for is a quick walk up the street to the corner and back.  I want you to feel the night breeze on your nearly naked skin while you display your sluttiness to the entire world.  Who cares what people think?  You won’t be naked, so there’s no indecent exposure.  And if a neighbor sees you, so what?  Your parents don’t get along with anybody here anyway.  They’ve always felt discriminated in this neighborhood because they’re Hispanic.  Fuck them.

He was right.  I was willing to bet that nobody would even say anything if they saw me.  So why was I feeling so scared to do it?  I crawled out of the house on a leash the other night totally naked and nothing happened.  What’s the worst that could happen?

I put my hair back in a ponytail and quietly removed the screen from my window.  My hands were shaking badly.  I couldn’t believe I was doing that.  I could feel embarrassment as I stepped out my window and onto the loose gravel just outside my window.  I pressed myself against the wall of my house next to my window in case I needed to jump in suddenly. 

I took a deep breath and walked quietly and slowly across the gravel to the sidewalk.  I was standing under the bright orange streetlight and for the first time in my life, I felt totally exposed.  I felt like a hooker standing in the corner waiting for a customer.  The cool breeze felt soothing on my naked legs and the cool silk did nothing to stop it from pushing through.  I felt naked even though I wasn’t.

Walk all the way to the next street and then turn around and come back.  Keep your hands behind your back so that your titties are pressed out like you’re proud to be the neighborhood slut.

I took a deep breath and started walking down the dark street.  It was late and all the houses were dark and it was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.  The only sounds that were audible were the clamping of my heels with every step I took.  I tried to walk as quietly as I could to not wake anybody up, but I couldn’t do it effectively.

As I walked I could feel the tail dangling down and gently brushing against the back of my knees.  The teddy bumped softly against my naked thighs with every step I took.  I felt totally humiliated even though nobody that I knew of was watching me.  I felt exposed and the tail just proved what a total slut I was.

This street had about 6 or 7 houses on both sides of the street.  After that, there was an open field about 100 feet to the corner with a ditch in between.  Just as I reached the last house, I heard a car approaching.  It was still a little ways away, but I could hear the engine and the tires on the pavement.  My heart started pounding and I felt like I was about to have a heart attack.  The car reached the corner of the street where I started my walk and in a sudden panic, I ran into the yard of the last house and squatted down behind a small bush.  It hardly hid me at all, but if they just drove right by, I doubted they would be able to spot me.

What the fuck are you doing, slut?  You like being seen like this, don’t you?  Why are you so scared?  Afraid of what might happen?  Get that whorish ass out there and let them see you dressed and walking like a desperate whore.

The car came closer, but I just couldn’t bring myself to come out from behind.  My heartbeat made my whole body bounce with every beat and it felt like I held my breath until the car drove right passed me.

You disappoint me, slut.  You will pay for this.  You’ll pay dearly.

I didn’t care about the punishment; I was safe for the mean time.  I didn’t know why I hid, maybe it was pure instinct.  A couple days ago, I had no problem at all crawling out of my house naked.  But now that I was dressed, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. 

It’s because you had someone to make you obey.  I’m just a voice.  If I were here with you physically, I would bet a million bucks you wouldn’t have hidden.  See, you need a Master to keep you doing shit you wouldn’t normally do on your own.  That’s how pathetic you are.  Get that pathetic, slutty ass out of the bush and finish your fucking whore walk, bitch.

I got out from behind the bush and concentrated on sounds of cars in case I might have to hide myself again.  I got back on the sidewalk and made it all the way to the next corner.  I stood, once again, under the bright street lamp completely visible from all sides.  My pussy was soaking wet by now and I was getting totally horny from this humiliation exercise. 

I turned around and started walking back.  I was walking faster than normal because I was in a hurry to return back to the privacy and safety of my room.

Slow the fuck down, cunt, and walk like a real slut.  One foot in front of the other, very little bounce, and as quietly as you possibly can.  You know how to do it.  If you’re going to be a slut, act like one too.

I slowed my pace as I finally made my way all the way back to my own street corner.  A brief moment under the light made my pussy drip with the pleasure of the exposure before I quietly walked back across the gravel and back to my window.  I climbed inside and slowly replaced the screen to my window so I wouldn’t wake up the house.  I kept my window open.

Strip, whore.

I took off my clothes and removed the butt plug.

Keep the shoes on.  See the girls on the internet who are getting fucked?  They are true sluts and they keep their heels on all the time.  So you will keep them on.

I was still shaking from the task I had finished.

Do you remember when I said that a true slut is always ready for sex no matter her situation?

“Yes Sir, I do.”

Now, that includes when you’re on your period.  Luckily, sluts have several holes to use for the pleasure of men.  If a man thinks that a bloody cunt is disgusting, you can offer your asshole.  If your asshole is too close to that disgusting bloody pussy, then you can offer your mouth.  See, a true slut is useful all the time.  Now get that practice dildo out.

I was so totally soaked and turned on that I didn’t hesitate to get the dildo from my toy box.

Tie that dildo on your foot board so that it lines up perfectly with your ass and pussy when you’re on your hands and knees.

This proved to be quite challenging.  I had to put the dildo against my butthole and lean back until it touched my foot board.  I held the dildo in position and taped it tightly to the post.  I then assumed the hands and knees position.

I know, you’ve never had a dick that big inside of you, but a slut doesn’t have a choice what goes in her ass.  She accepts it and appreciates being used that way.  So, first, I want you to pour some of that KY on your ass and on the dildo.  I know what you ate today, so this will be messy, but do you think that matters?

“No Sir.”  Tears of both joy and fear filled my eyes.  Why did I always feel so confused when I was doing things like this?  Why didn’t I either feel sad or happy?  I was always in limbo.  I poured the KY as I was ordered to do.

Good, now sloooowly lean back into the dildo so that it presses firmly against your gaping ass hole.  Don’t push it inside just yet.

I leaned back and felt the head press firmly against my sphincter. 

Now beg the fake dick to fuck your ass.  Don’t worry, that butt plug stretched your ass a little, so it won’t hurt as bad. 

“Please fuck my ass.”

Now very, very slowly lean back and allow the head to enter your stinking ass.  Hold it there.

I slowly leaned back and held my breath as I felt my ass stretch as it popped into my asshole.  It felt similar to my butt plug, only a little bigger and it stayed stretched more.  I held my position with just the head in it.  I started breathing a little heavier.

Now before you take it all in, thank the dick for fucking your dirty asshole.

“Thank you, dick, for fucking my dirty asshole.”

Now, slowly lean back some more.  Take it slow and steady.  I want you to feel the manhood inside your dirtiest part. 

I slowly made my way further back, feeling the length fill my bowels until I felt a sharp pain, like it had hit a wall.  I stopped.

Relax and hold that position.  It’s not very deep right now.  Relax your ass muscles and it will allow it go further in.

I had read about it on the internet.  I knew it was possible to take it all the way in, I just had to relax and accept it.  So I did.  The pain of the wall subsided and I was able to lean all the way back on the dildo until my butt touched the pole.  I felt like I needed to take a huge crap.  It felt like my bowels were full and my butt was stretched.  My pussy felt like it was being tickled from the inside and it made me feel so totally turned on by it even though my ass was in pain.

Keep it in there.  Feel the power that dick has over your body.  Feel the way it fills your insides.  And thank it for training your ass to give pleasure.

“Thank you for training my ass to give pleasure.”  I grunted in discomfort and pleasure at the same time.

At your own pace, start pumping your ass in and out.  Don’t let the head come out.  Do this until I tell you to stop.

I started pulling it out slowly until I felt the head wanting to pop out.  Then I slowly pushed it all the way back in.  I did this several times successfully.  The pain made me feel good.  I was receiving pleasure from it.  Not like an orgasmic pleasure, but it felt really good.  Like foreplay almost.

After about five minutes of doing this, I felt my ass start to hurt both inside and out.  It was more of a soreness than a sharp pain.

That’s good enough, cunt.

I leaned forward and with a final thrust, allowed the head to pop out of my asshole.

Oh, my god, look at that dildo.

The dildo was streaked with brown filth that seemed to gather around the head.  It had a foul sex and shit odor to it.  It made me feel nasty and dirty.  It made me feel like a desperate slut.  It turned me on to the point of no return.  I was in a daze and I was going to make it worse just for the sake of being degraded further.

Now comes the nasty part.  Take out your tampon and fuck that dildo with your bloody pussy. 

I couldn’t bring myself to do it.  It was disgusting.  I felt so dirty in my pussy when I was bleeding.  But I wanted to fuck something so bad at the same time.  I was stuck.

If you’re not going to fuck that dildo with your pussy, you’ll be forced to do something so disgusting, you will probably throw up from it.  Now get that pussy wrapped around that waiting dick.  If you’re gonna be real slut, you will have to get used to doing this, cunt.  Now fuck that dildo NOW!

I closed my eyes tightly and with a large lump in my throat I leaned back and pushed myself to allow the dildo to slide into my dirty sex hole.  I popped in with a loud smack. 

Now fuck that dick like you want it. While you fuck it, I want to hear you calling out all the dirty names you’ve called yourself.  You will mean everything you say.  And you will not cum until I’m satisfied with you.

I leaned further back allowing the dirty dildo to fuck my bloody pussy.  I hated it and loved it at the same time.  The humiliation of fucking a dirty dildo while on my period overpowered my disgust for myself.  It was like I lost all control over myself and the hornier I got, the more extreme I got.  I was willing to do much more than I normally would when I was this horny.  I would do anything for the thrill of it.  It was the ultimate foreplay.

I started fucking the dildo with joy and pleasure.  I immediately felt the desire to cum just from the thought that I was fucking a shit stained dick.  The thought that I was using my pussy against my normal will to please something that doesn’t even have a brain, sent shocks of pleasure through my entire body.

“I’m a dirty whore.  I’m a slut.  I’m a tramp.”  The words made me want to orgasm even more.  I didn’t know if I could hold it anymore.  “I’m a pig.  I’m a worthless piece of shit.  I’m a pissface.  I’m a stupid cunt.  I’m a piece of meat.  I’m a stupid whore.  I’m a horny bitch.  I’m a desperate slut and whore.”  I felt a wave of pleasure fill my body and settle on the nerves that brought me orgasmic joy.  I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to cum so bad.  I couldn’t stop.  I couldn’t take it anymore.  The orgasm was starting and every muscle in my body tensed.

Get off that dildo before you finish cunt!  GET OFF NOW or you will be made to suck that dirty tampon and put it back in your stinking pussy.  STOP NOW!!!!!

It took every single cell of my will to get me to stop and pull out of that dildo.  I collapsed my head down to the floor and gasped for air with a soft cry.  Tears dripped to the wood floor below my face.  Waves of pleasure pulsated throughout my entire body but I felt no climax at all.  I felt so desperate and so hungry for orgasm that I sobbed on the floor.

Looks like you made the dick cum before you, cunt.  Looks like you are going to have to wait to get pleasure.  Maybe next time you will learn to cum when he cums.  Does my little slave slut want to cum really bad?

“Yes, Sir, I want to cum so bad.  Fuck! Please let me cum Sir.”

Ok, I’ll let you cum. BUT the only way I’ll allow you to cum is if you suck that dildo clean while you rub that nasty pussy of yours until you orgasm.  You will hold your orgasm until that dildo is totally clean.  If you can’t hold it until then, you will stop rubbing until it starts to fade a little.  Then you will start rubbing again.  When you finally orgasm, I want that dildo so far down your tight throat, you can’t even breath just like the gagging girls on the internet. It’s the only way I’m gonna allow you to cum tonight.  Or you wait until next time you get a chance.  I doubt Alan’s gonna want to fuck a bleeding pussy.

Shit!  The voice was right.  The constant tingling in my body made my mind race and take all my inhibitions and throw them out.  My mind was on one thing.  Getting pleasure no matter what it took.  It was my main priority for that short time.  I turned around held my breath so I wouldn’t have to smell the shit and menstrual covered dildo sticking out of my foot board.  I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue.  I gagged as I rubbed the nasty dildo on my tongue.

Don’t you dare throw up, cunt.

I took my mind off of the fact that I was tasting shit and blood and focused on the fact that I was going to be allowed an orgasm.  I reached down between my legs and started rubbing my clit vigorously.  Thick, sticky goo covered the entire mound.  It was covered with my blood and my own arousal fluids.  I pumped my head up and down, gagging as the taste filled my entire mouth.  I was so fucking desperate, I was actually willing to do this just to earn an orgasm?  What the hell was wrong with me? 

My taste buds went numb as I got closer to orgasm once again.  I pulled the dildo out of my mouth to inspect how clean I had made it.  There were still a few streaks of shit and red blood just under the tip.  As I felt the wave of orgasm fill my soul once again, I used my tongue to clean below the head of the dildo.  I had lowered myself to the point of cleaning shit off a dick and that alone took me to one of the most intense and satisfying masturbation orgasms I had ever had.

Now, we all know the difference between an actual orgasm and one you get from masturbating.  They are similar, but not the same.  Real orgasms lasted longer and felt better, masturbating was satisfying but quick and not quite as intense.  I had the latter of the two but it was the best one I had ever had.  My cunt juice even dripped to the floor between my knees.  My hand was covered in my own filth.  I was so completely disgusted.

You are such a dirty little cunt, aren’t you?

“Yes Sir.”

Take that dildo and put it away, then I want you to come back and lick that little puddle of pussy juice from the floor.  Then, you can replace your tampon before we get you ready for bed.

I don’t know why I had acted so disgusting.  Later in my life I realized why.  I found out that when I was being teased and denied orgasm, my imagination took complete control of my body and I allowed myself to do much more extreme tasks.  I was willing to do just about anything to get that climax.  I didn’t care what it was.  My mind would leave all my norms behind and my primary focus was to complete my task for my reward.  I felt like an animal in training performing tricks to get a treat.

I undid my dildo and put it away.  I crawled back to the small puddle of cunt juice that shimmered on the floor.  I didn’t want to lick it up at that time and I blamed it on the fact that I had already had my orgasm.  I was done.  But I forced myself to lean down, hold my breath, and suck up the nasty fluid from the floor.

It was the nastiest thing I had done so far in my life.  I didn’t know if I would ever be willing to do it again.  I felt like I was mentally ill.  Why would I do that to myself?  How sick was I?  At the same time, if I needed help, how would I explain it to my parents?  This was something I would have to try to figure out myself.

I was crying at my own disgrace by the time I finished licking up my own filth.  I tossed my dirty tampon in my trash can and put in a clean one.  I then put a maxi pad in my panties and put them on.  I always did this before bed just in case I had a heavy flow and the pad was just extra so my sheets wouldn’t stain.

For some strange reason, after I was finished doing all that, I looked for the voice but it wasn’t there.  I stood beside my comfortable bed staring at it for a moment.  I hadn’t slept in it in a little over a week.  I missed my bed.  I figured that as a reward, I should be allowed to sleep in the bed that night.

I opened the covers and sheets and crawled in.  I pulled the blankets over my body and I felt the cool comfort of my sheets blanket my skin.  I hadn’t even used blankets the past week either.  It felt really nice.  I lied there on my back, staring at the ceiling.  This strange feeling came over me.  It was confusing at the time.  But I felt kind of guilty for lying down on the bed.  I felt like I didn’t really belong there.  Perhaps I had conditioned myself to accept the floor as my sleeping area.  Maybe I didn’t feel worthy of a bed.  But it felt so nice and I was so comfortable.  I turned out my light and fell asleep as soon as my head rested on my pillow.  It was the deepest, most satisfying night of sleep I had had in a while.  I did deserve that.  I had earned that.  I was happy.