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Chapter VII Third Person Vignettes -
The real story of this young, owned, women is at times best told in the words of the property slave, Alex, herself. The writer gives this slave girl full credit and attribution for the vignettes below which have been previously published under her own name.
Disobedient Dog : She squatted on her toes, knees wide apart, and was bent over by a cord tied taut from her tongue ring to her clit ring. Three fingers of each hand were slipped through three rings in each labia and she held her cunt open as wide knowing that her Owner would make things worse for her, far worse, if she released the pressure even a little bit, even for a moment.
She was covered in sweat and she felt her hot tears leak from her eyes onto her thighs and her warm spit drooled from her penis gagged mouth onto her soaked slave-cunt. She moaned in misery from her too-full bladder, which felt close to bursting. She had been like this for hours, how many hours, did she did not know.
She was perched on her toes on top of two large tomato juice cans and between her legs was a small stack of yellow legal pads. The legal pads were thick and filled with writing in a very neat calligraphy with a unique appearance because it had been written with an actual feather quill. Each line was neatly written in beautiful scarlet ink dipped from an ink bottle that had been mixed with her Owner’s juices, from that most sacred and beautiful jewel between her legs, and her own tears.
Each line said the same thing: “Alex is an obedient little cunt and will do as she is told.” She had written every line with her left hand, although she was right-handed, while her right-hand masturbated her sore clit and with her left hand tied taut to her nipple rings so she had to lean over and pull at her sore nipples with every stroke of the quill.
Each line had to perfect or she was to be horribly punished by her Owner for insulting her with an offering that was not perfect.
She was not allowed to cum until she had filled every line in a dozen pads and whenever she had a bit of free time she would beg to work on the pads. It had taken five weeks of misery but she had almost eight pads filled and now they were beneath her and she was straining with all of her might not to pee on them.
The only sound in the room was the turning of the pages of her Owner's magazine, which she was reading while lounging comfortably in a wing chair before the fire that warmed one side of the toy-cunt’s, whip-marked, body. She let out a moan before she realized it was coming and instantly bit her lip.
Her Owner sighed and made a “tsk, tsk” noise with her tongue and said, “I demanded silence bitch. I’m tired of your animal noises. That will cost you. Your tits will be crushed in the tit tower devise and caned after my dinner.”
She began to sob quietly and tremble uncontrollably. And, as she did, her hot pee began to flow from her onto the pads.
Her owner again made the “tsk tsk” sound again. “Such a disgusting pig you are, cunt. It may be that you turn out to be untrainable, but I will persevere. It will get harder for you though, pig.
“After you lick up your mess and toss those soiled pads in the fire, we will place a catheter in your pee-hole to help you control yourself. Then, you will call your parents and tell them we cannot come to brunch tomorrow. Tell them that you were disobedient and need to be punished. They can call me if they want to know when they can see you.”
Worthless: She was on a conference call with a client when her Owner swept into the study wearing tennis clothes and sipping a bottle of water. She looked nervously at the clock and realized she had lost track of the time. Her call had run late and was she not waiting for her Owner as she had been instructed; naked on all fours, head to the floor, ass and cunt displayed to the door and holding her cunt wide open by the rings.
She started to tell her caller that she had to go but her Owner shook her head “no” as she scribbled the words “speakerphone” and “strip” on a note pad and held it up.
Her face flushed, the girl pressed the speakerphone button and continued her call as she removed her heels, skirt and blouse - all she wore - and stood looking at her Owner. Her Owner sat down behind the desk and pointed at her feet and the girl knelt before her. She pointed at her feet again and the girl removed her Owners sneakers and sweaty socks. She licked the feet clean pausing only when she was forced to respond to the people on the phone and then her Owner pulled her head up harshly by the hair and said in a whisper, “Hump my foot, whore.”
The girl blushed crimson and began to rub her wet cunt like a dog on her Owner's smooth leg. She tried so hard not to moan but her breathing was very loud and ragged and it was only a few minutes before Perkins asked, “Alex, are you ok?”
Before she could even stammer out an answer, her Owner closed the line and said, “Crawl off and get me the cunt-whip, pet. You need to learn to keep track of time and to control that slutty hole of yours.”
Waiting: She had hung in the dungeon basement for some time. She wasn’t sure for how long but it had to have been for hours. She was suspended by her wrists from a winch that raised her just high enough to allow her to put her toes painfully on the points of two wooden pyramids fixed to the concrete floor.
Her nipple rings were attached by string to a ring in the ceiling, high and to the front of her, so that her tits and nipples were stretched painfully taut. Another string tied her clit ring tight to the floor down and to the front of her. She ached all over and was soaked in sweat. The large ribbed plug in her ass hurt like hell.
And, so she waited in the dim light from the one, small, dirty window up high on one wall waiting for her Owner to return.
In her mouth she clutched an envelope. In the instant before it was placed in her mouth, she had seen only that it was addressed to her and had come in the mail. She thought for the millionth time about the exact words her Owner had said to her.
She had been on her hands and knees in her Owner’s bathroom licking the floor, shower, Jacuzzi tub, sink, toilet, bidet and counter clean as she had every morning since she had ceased to be a human being and started her life as her Owner’s property.
Her Owner strode in and said simply, “On your belly, cunt,” and when she was in position had placed her foot on her head and said, “Hands behind your back and hold this letter. When I snap my fingers you will wriggle like the worm you are, flat on your belly, tongue to the floor, down to the basement. Do not drop the letter or look at it.” She had then snapped her finger and said, “Hurry along now; like the insect you are.”
After an uncomfortable journey through the large home that had been hers, she had arrived in the basement and was dragged to her feet by her hair, the letter placed in her mouth, and had been strung up.
Before leaving her Owner had said, “When I return, pig, you will spend a long time howling in pain like a wounded animal, and then we will discuss that letter. Be very afraid.”
And so she waited, for what, and for how long she did not know.
Whore: She was on her knees with her arms behind her in an arm binder. She was sucking the extra-large cock of an extra-large black man that she knew only as “Bull.” She knew nothing about him other then that he was extremely cruel, had incredible staying power and could roughly fuck her three holes for endless hours. He did this eagerly whenever her Owner called and offered her to him.
Bull had a tight hold on her hair with his right hand and she gagged as his cock slid past the back of her throat yet again. “Tongue out and lick my balls when I drive it home, slut, how many times I got to tell you,” he said.
He pressed a button is his left hand and her clit exploded in pain as electricity shot through the wires clipped to her clit ring. The ring gag held her mouth open and he kept fucking her throat as he looked up at the opening door. Her Owner strode through the door with a man. She saw only his feet out of the corner of her eye but knew who it was as soon as he said “Jesus, Alex.”
She tried to lift off the cock but another jolt to her clit convinced her otherwise. Bull looked at her brother and said, “You’ll have to wait your turn little bro. I paid $50 for this whore, and I'm going to ream all three holes good and hard before I fill her belly with piss and choke her unconscious. Then you can have her.”
Gardening: She was naked and on all fours. Weighted bells dangled from her nipple and cut lip rings. A thin chain from her clit ring was attached by a chain to a ring set in a smallish stone. There was four feet of slack in the chain. She had on a loathsome posture collar that was heavily boned. She hated it, and her eyes had filled with tears when she had seen her Owner holding it.
Her hands were cuffed behind her back and each one was clutching a single raw egg. The egg served no purpose other than to add to her misery. Her owner had simply said, “Drop an egg and you’ll eat nothing but, what you can scrounge from the trash all weekend - break one and you’ll be bathing in the yard using the garden hose for 30 days.”
She was chewing with a distasteful look on her face. After a few minutes she spit the contents in a small bucket and knelt her head down, and using her teeth pulled a dandelion from the ground, chewed it up and spit it too into the bucket. She repeated this process several times until she could not reach any more dandelions. Sighing heavily, she picked up the bucket in her teeth and moaning quietly dragged the stone block a few feet to another group of dandelions.
She looked out at the large lawn covered in dandelions and bit her lip for a moment before leaning down and starting to chew another. Her owner appeared with a hose and tousled her hair while letting her drink from the trickling end of the hose.
Her Owner looked so relaxed, so beautiful, so clean. She was wearing an open white gauze blouse over a white bikini top and a short white skirt. She was barefoot and perfect; and the dirty sweaty aching fuck-toy-animal-girl on her knees felt her heart pound and her bitch-cunt soak as she looked longingly at her flat stomach, long legs, perfect feet, and the swell of her breasts.
Her Goddess spoke, “Such a good little weed-picker you are, pet. All of those years of prep school and the two degrees from the best University, that your Daddy paid for were so worth it, hmmmmm.”
Her Owner chuckled as she strode back into the shade by the pool overlooking the broad lawn. the girl’s face burned crimson and in her shame she swallowed the dandelion she was chewing. Yuck!
Dinner: The girl was standing in the corner, high on her toes with her legs spread wide so that each thigh was flat against a wall. She was facing out towards the table where her Owner was dining with her friend Tara. She had two fingers of her left hand in her asshole and two fingers of her right hand in her cunt. Both hands were moving slowly as she fucked herself.
Her clit ring was attached to a cord that she held tightly in her teeth and was moving her head slowly to tease her clit. She was covered with a sheen of sweat and trying very hard not to cum or make a sound as she had been forbidden to do.
For the thousandth time she stole a look at the table and saw that they were lingering over their wine having not yet cleared the last course and come back with their coffee and the fruit tart she had made earlier.
Tara caught her eye and with a smirk looked at her Owner and said, “Jen, looks like we’re so interesting that its worth watching us instead of the floor; despite your instructions.”
Her Owner sipped at her wine and said, “The little pain-slut loves to be punished in front of my guests so she gives me reasons.”
The girl felt her cunt clutch at her fingers and she gasped fighting not to cum. “Go ahead and squirt, bitch,” said her Owner, “it’ll just give me the excuse I need to crush you in front of Tara. It’s what you want anyway, no?”
And, panting and moaning like the animal she was, the slut did cum noisily under their gaze.
Two minutes: The girl hadn’t cum in a month. A month of being teased and tormented endlessly by her Owner who loved to snap her fingers, which was the order to masturbate, and watch her fight to obey.
Her Owner also loved to point at objects, this morning it had been a hammer, and say, “Fuck yourself with that, whore.”
She burned. She burned so hot; especially during the hours she spent with her head buried between her Owner’s legs as she shuddered in orgasm after orgasm.
They were driving to her office, where the bitch-cunt would go in and pretend she was human and powerful and would do her job. The job that paid her so much so she could give it all to her Owner.
Her Owner would not go inside the building. She did not work. She was going to the spa for a massage and a pedicure and manicure and then off to lunch with some friends. They were about two minutes from her office when, without taking her eyes off of the road, her owner said casually, “You can have a nice orgasm if you do it before I pull up at the curb, cum-slut.”
The girl blushed crimson and froze for a second before licking two fingers and starting to work her clit. Her Owner laughed softly and said, “Such a needy little whore - fuck yourself as well, cunt.”
The girl licked two fingers on her other hand and gasped as she plunged them into her now soaking, red-hot, cunt. A few thrusts and she was bucking her hips moaning, sweat starting to break out on her tits. Her eyes were squeezed shut when she heard her Owner laugh and say, “uhm...Alex, I’m not sure that’s the picture you want to present to your staff as they file in for the day.”
Her eyes flew open. They were stopped at the curb. She looked at her Owner and, heart hammering in her chest, said, “Please, Goddess, could we drive around the block once so I can finish, please?”
Her Owner had a good laugh at that and said, “Off to work, bitch - you had your chance. I guess you didn’t need it as badly as you thought or you would squirted faster.”
Mirror: The girl stood in front of the mirror in her business suit and looked at herself in wonder. She looked so normal; like the typical wealthy, powerful, business woman.
She flushed as she slowly removed her clothing and saw what her nakedness revealed. A slave, a cunt, an animal, a whore, a slut, a toilet, a toy-cunt, a pet, a bitch, a pig, an insect, trash, a pain-toy.
She looked at herself naked in the mirror. The rings in her nipples, cunt lips, and clit. The marks from the whip which covered her. The tattoos.
Her cunt went wet and she reinserted her tongue ring and dropped to her knees and crawled down the hall to wait by the door for her Owner.
Statue: The girl was a decoration; not a human being. She was standing in the corner of the kitchen while her Owner put the finishing touches on the meal that she had been preparing all day. She had friends coming that night for a dinner party but the girl wasn't invited. The party was for humans, not decorations, and she had been told she would remain as she was.
She was wearing her “punishment shoes,” which were hellish high-heeled ballet pumps that crushed her toes; those toes would ache for three more days. She was wearing skin-tight leather from head to toe topped off with a hood and gas mask at her head.
She could see only what was directly in front of her through the mask and fought miserably for each breath through the long tube connected to the mask. She was held immobile by the six straps tightened painfully around her body, the synched corset that made it painful to breathe, and the horrible, very high, posture collar at her neck.
There were cutouts in the leather for her tits, and a small bell hung on each nipple ring. The bells tinkled merrily if she moved the slightest bit, which she had been forbidden to do.
Tears filled her eyes as she held her position. She prayed silently that soon she would be moved to the dining room where she hoped she would at least be placed against a wall to give her some support.
The powerful vibrators in her cunt and ass, which were wired to the box on the floor, suddenly sprang to life, - they did this without warning or pattern, and she shuddered as she felt yet another orgasm building.
The little bells rang happily and her Owner looked up from the fruit she was arranging on a tray and said, “You really must learn to control that hungry cunt, darling. That’s nine times now the bells have rung. Nine times you have disturbed me. Nine times that you have shown that you still, after all this time, lack any discipline or control. Later, you will be sorry for that. So very sorry.
“Don’t fret now, though. Just concentrate and try to do better. You are such a cute decoration that maybe I’ll go easy on you later. Hmmm - probably not though, because the cuter you are then the more I want to see you suffer. Too bad about that. Too bad for you I mean, fuck-toy.”
Educate Me: The girl was engrossed in work, trying to finish her proposal before the client meeting scheduled over lunch. Her assistant came in and waited quietly until she looked up and said irritably, “What is it Robin? I told you that I have to get this done and didn’t want to be disturbed right now.”
Her pulse quickened when her assistant answered, “I'm sorry Alex, but its Jen, and I know you want to be interrupted when she calls.”
The girl replied, “Yes, that’s right, always, thank you Robin,” and she picked up the phone while her assistant exited and closed the door.
She said, “Hello Goddess, thank you for calling me,” and felt herself flush when her Owner said, “Robin always sounds so nervous when I want you interrupted, pet. Maybe we should have her over for some private time so she can see what you really are, and understand that whatever I want of you I get.”
The girl stammered and her Owner went on “hmmmm…yes, that would be nice. I would love to tell her that she could use you as her personal toilet whenever the need struck her at work. I hate to think of that sweet girl having to use the shared toilet.”
The girl never knew when her Owner was serious or teasing her and didn’t dare presume either, or ask. So she waited and her Owner said, “Well I’ll give that some thought, whore.
“The reason I called was because I just saw something on television about Tibet. I realized I don’t know much of the history of Tibet and I’m curious. Tonight after dinner, love, you will educate me on Tibet. I want a comprehensive presentation with visual aids and written materials. Be ready for a question and answer session on this subject and don’t fuck this up, bitch.
“The care and effort you invest in anything you do for me reflects your devotion to me. If you insult me with a substandard effort, you will regret it.”
The line went dead and the girl typed the word “Tibet” into Google as she pressed the button to ask her assistant to clear her calendar for the remainder of the day.
“Eleven hours later the girl found herself naked, weights dangling from clamps on her nipples and cunt lips, legs spread wide, bent over with her palms on the floor as a Kevlar cane burned into her ass. She howled and said, “Seven, thank you Goddess! Alex is a brainless piece of shit who needs to learn when Songtsan Gampo was born, may I have another one, harder please.”
Non-Entity: The girl was wearing her French maid outfit, the one with her tits, cunt and ass exposed, and too high heels. Her hands were cuffed together and her mouth was filled with an inflatable gag that made her jaws ache. She was holding a tray with cream puffs and waiting for her Owner and her guest to take one. They were sipping their coffee and chatting, and it took her a moment to realize that they were talking about her.
This happened with increasing frequency and it was very disconcerting; people talking about her as though she wasn’t there or couldn’t hear them. Her temper started to swell and then she flushed as she thought, “It’s like I’m a dog that can’t understand, and they don’t care if I do because I’m nothing.”
Through the buzzing in her head, she could hear her Owner's lover Kelly saying, “You should whore her out more so she’d remember her place. She still thinks she’s a rich Ivy League Banker. She needs to spend more time on her knees sucking cock at $20 a pop. Teach her what she is. Nothing like whoring a lesbian out to men to degrade the bitch. Why not give her a quota, $250 a week earned by sucking cock and getting fucked in the cunt and ass, $20 per hole or $50 for all three, is all she’s worth, she’s 34 and her tits are barely a C. She's not much of a piece of ass.”
Her Owner seemed to consider this a long while before saying’ “I see your point, but its hard to find guys who are safe and clean. The two I have using her are enough for me to worry about. She may be a fuck-toy but, I’m fond of her and I promised to keep her safe. As for making her see her place, I was thinking of getting dog, a big one, and training it
to fuck her, what do you think of that idea?”
The girl dropped the tray and the noise echoed around the room. Her Owner sipped at her coffee again and said, “Why don’t we skip dessert and take her downstairs. Lets see how many needles we can stick in her tits before she begs for doggie cock.”
Protocol: “You forgot to curtsy before the picture of my Mother,” said her Owner. The girl froze and went red in the face. “Put that on the list right now, and try again from the hallway, pet, and do try and use what is left of your brain, darling.”
The girl took a pen and scrawled her offense on a depressingly long list written on a steno pad that was never far from her. Tonight she would read the list to her Owner, in a quavering voice, with her stomach an Icy ball, and would learn what her carelessness would cost her. “Would she never learn,” she wondered to herself for the millionth time. Her Owner would certainly extract penance from her, for all of her missteps, in the most painful ways as she had done on dozens of occasions in the past.
The rules she could handle. She could be a good girl and follow orders, however degrading, painful, or distasteful they were. It was the protocols that she always got wrong. Her Owner had started to insist that she do certain things in certain ways, perfectly and the same every time, her every movement choreographed and it was driving her mad. The protocols seemed to change by the day or even the hour.
She realized with a start that she had been standing in the hallway, lost in thought, while her Owner waited and she fought to collect herself. “Calm down and concentrate, dammit,” she told herself.
She dropped to her knees and crawled to the doorway of her Owner’s study and lowered her lips to the threshold and kissed it. She then waited there, lips to the floor and her hands flat against the floor on either side of her head until her Owner snapped her fingers, and then she crawled into the room, stood and smoothed her tiny skirt and curtsied respectfully in the direction of her Owner.
She then moved to the fireplace mantle and kissed an ornate wooden box with silver corners, within which was locked the slave contract she had signed agreeing to be the property of her Owner. A contract without limits, and the power-of-attorney giving her Owner authority over her finances and affairs.
This time she remembered to also turn and curtsy before the picture of her Owner’s Mother. She then dropped to her knees and crawled to her Owner and, when it was offered, licked at the bottom of her shoe.
“Much better, my cute little fuck-toy, now do it that way every time that you enter this room, until I tell you differently, and you can avoid any further unpleasantness.”
The Parents of Property: The girl pushed her eggs around the plate, listening hard while trying to appear unconcerned. She would never, not between now and when the sun flared out, and the earth spun off into space a lifeless frozen ball, get used to her own Mother discussing her with her Owner as if she wasn’t there.
It amazed her how humans can get used to anything. It had taken her Mother only about six months to get used to the fact that she was “submissive to Jen and that they were involved in the D/s scene.” It had taken her parents somewhat longer to accept that she really was a lesbian and it “wasn’t a phase she was going through.”
Her Father had a harder time with it and tended to ignore the fact as much as he could, which was understandable. What Father wants to think of his daughter as a whore even if she is adopted.
Her Owner did not take advantage of the situation, which helped, but neither did she relax the standards to which she held the girl. “I won’t insist on anything sexual in front of them, darling, but my accommodation to them goes only so far. You will obey me and show proper respect always,” her Owner had said.
Over time, after countless long talks with her Owner, her Mother understood, only too much, what her daughter’s status was. So now the girl sat there while her Mother was saying, "Jen, you really should let Alex grow her hair out again. I like it so much better when its shoulder length."
She dropped her fork when her Owner replied, “I do too, Jean, but it gets in her eyes when she crawls and she spends a lot of time on her knees, so shorter works best.”
The girl heard a snort from her brother, who had no problem thinking of her as a whore, and her Father said, “It’s a lovely day, shall we take the boat out while the wind is right?”
The Brother of a Whore: The girl was standing bent over the chair at the desk in the room she had grown up in, her face down on the desk looking at a picture of herself in a girl scouts uniform having a badge pinned on her sash.
Her skirt was on the floor, still looped around one foot, and her shirt was open. Her brother was slamming his cock into her ass, making the chair creak with every thrust, and squeezing her tits, while saying in her ear, “I’m so glad you and Jen stopped by to celebrate the day that Mom and Dad adopted you. I’m so glad they did.”
He shot his load in her ass with a grunt and pulled out. With her Owner still watching, the girl dropped to her knees and cleaned his cock with her mouth, quivering at the taste of her own ass. She then fingered her ass and began to eat the cum she found there. Her brother watched her transfixed.
Her Owner looked at her over the top of the old yearbook she was leafing through and said, “Be a good little whore and ask Tom if he needs to pee down your throat, bitch.”
Tommy grinned and Alex almost had a violent cum from the incredible humiliation of the moment.
Polisher: The girl ached all over but she was almost finished. She was on her hands and knees in the large entry hall buffing the highly polished floor with a soft rag. The floor gleamed. She had cleaned it by hand with a bucket of water and a toothbrush. She had then polished it with floor polish and a rag. Then, and oh God, she still couldn’t believe it, she had polished it again with her own spit and pussy juice. Where does her Owner get these ideas she wondered for the millionth time!
Just as she was finishing up and thinking longingly of a cool drink and a hot bath, her Owner's friend Tara walked in and said, “Not bad, slut, except for the pee everywhere.”
The girl stupidly asked, “What pee, Miss Tara?” Tara raised her skirt and removed her panties and peed all over the floor.
The girl stared in horror and started to cry as Tara said, “Better get that puddle before it reaches the rug or Jen will skin you alive, cunt.”
The girl scrambled over and mopped the pee with her hair and then, weeping softly, began to lick the floor clean.
Bell-Ringer: The girl was kneeling at the end of the large four-poster bed. Her thighs were tied to the bed posts and her hands were cuffed behind her back and then pulled cruelly upwards and tied to a ring at the back of her collar. Her mouth was stuffed with her Owner's panties, soaked through with her pee. There were clamps screwed tightly shut on her nipples and cunt lips. A small bell hung from each clamp. Her clit burned from the Icy-Hot ointment that had been rubbed onto it.
The girl was in hell. Not because of the clamps, or the Icy-Hot, or the bondage. She was in hell because her Owner, her reason for living, the only thing that mattered to her, was making the sweetest, hottest, love to her friend Kelly on the bed in front of her and watching that scene was tearing her apart.
She wanted to look away but she couldn’t. She was watching carefully as Kelly moaned and shuddered through yet another orgasm - her fourth. The girl shook her bells noisily; celebrating the orgasm as she had been ordered to do.
Later she was to be whipped; five strokes on her open cunt for every orgasm that Kelly had. She was frightened of that, but didn’t care. She wasn’t crying about that. She was crying because she wanted what Kelly had; her Owner’s touch while she had one cum after another.
Morning: The silent alarm vibrated insistently under the girl’s pillow and she awoke with a sigh. She turned over on her back and laid still for a moment trying to wake up. She was on the floor in what had once been one of her walk-in closets. It was now her bedroom.
She was naked except for the cuffs and collar she wore and the silver tag with her Owner’s last name that hung from her clit ring. She opened the door quietly and removed the piece of now torn masking tape upon which her Owner had signed her name when she was closed in last night. Had she left the closet without permission then she would have torn the tape and had her Owner awakened and seen the tape torn then she would have......what?
The girl realized that she didn't know, but the thought didn’t comfort her. Whatever she decided to do, it wouldn’t be pleasant. She crawled to the bathroom and licked the toilet seat clean for her Owner and lit two scented candles and turned on a ipod player on the counter. Jazz music at a low volume drifted into the room. She crawled downstairs and got the newspaper and, standing for a moment, poured a cup of coffee that the machine had started brewing when her alarm had gone off.
She crawled back upstairs, paper in her mouth placing the cup before her on the floor and, crawling forward, and then moving the cup again with her mouth. She fumed in frustration that she had not been allowed to walk back upstairs with the coffee. There was no reason to do it this way except to make it harder for her. She flushed as she realized that was exactly what her Owner wanted. To make things harder for her; to frustrate her; to humble her.
When she reached the foot of the bed, she placed the coffee and paper on the night table and carefully pulled back the bed covers and began to lick at the bottom of the Owner’s foot. Her Owner stirred and stretched and propped herself up on some pillows and said, “Work your way up slowly, pet. I want to savor the feel of your hot tongue before you make me cum.”
Forty five minutes later, the girl had her head in the toilet bowl and was drinking the toilet water that was mixed with her Owner’s pee. Her Owner was now in the bath. The girl slurped up the last of the foul water and raised her head and sneaked a look at the clock. She had to be at work in 90 minutes, which meant she had to leave in 60; she just had to.
Her Owner caught her looking and said, “The time isn’t your concern, cunt. My mood and my pleasure is all you need worry about. I know your big meeting is at 9:30 AM. You may yet make it. You may go when I am done with you. If you’re late then that’s your problem, not mine. What I do to you tonight for peeking at that clock is also your problem. Now come and wash my hair.”
Toys: The girl and the boy were both toys. They were naked and covered in a sheen of sweat. The girl was on her back with her legs spread wide and held back over her head. The boy was between her legs sliding his leaking cock back and forth over her foaming cunt, rising it high at the end of each stroke to stroke her clit. They were both moaning like animals.
Out of the blue, the girl’s Owner yelled “Switch” and the girl immediately got on all fours and the boy knelt in front of her. She licked at his cock, swirling her tongue expertly like the practiced whore that she was. The boy moaned and begged to cum. Miss Vanessa, his wife and Owner, laughed and said, “No way, stud, but I’ll tell you what… we’ll help you out again.”
The girl felt the boy tremble and he started to beg, his words not making much making sense. “Please, oh god, Mistress, please, not my balls, please.”
Miss Vanessa reached over and twisted one of the girls nipples hard, and she yelped. “You do it this time, bitch,” she said.
The girl reached over and took the boy’s balls in her hand and squeezed hard, rolling the balls between her fingers, crushing them hard.
The boy screamed a horrible, choked, cry and began to snivel and sob. His cock went limp.
The girl had tears running down her cheeks too. Her Owner leaned over and licked them from her face and whispered, “Good girl, I know that was hard for you,” and kissed her.
Miss Vanessa broke the mood when she said, “Now get him hard again.” The girl stole a glance at the clock on the bedside table. For an hour and thirteen minutes the girl and boy had performed for their amusement, keeping each other on the edge of cumming. The girl could feel her erotic nerves in tension; she needed to cum so badly.
Feeling shaky, she began to lick at the boy’s cock again and as it stirred she swallowed it and started to suck while she gently tickled his balls with her fingers. She heard a moan and looked as far sideways as she could manage and saw that Miss Vanessa had her head between her Owner’s legs. She felt the sexual heat and lust rise in her even higher.
Her Owner reached over and began to toy with her clit ring, twisting it gently. She began to moan like an animal and felt juice slush from her cunt. She was fighting not to cum.
The boys cock grew rock hard in her throat again, and she heard her Owner begin to mew softly and knew she would cum soon. The girl was panicking, felt overwhelmed, she knew that, as close as she was, if she heard her Owner cum then she would cum too. She shuddered knowing the awful punishment that would follow if she embarrassed her Owner in front of her friend.
Then it happened. Her Owner said breathlessly, “Cum with me Alex! Right now, love, right now!”
The girl was only dimly aware of her Owner's noisy climax as touched her own clit and experienced cum, after cum, after nerve wracking cum. Her mind was a haze, red-hot, and she couldn’t really think.
She only knew that she would be devoted to her Owner forever and give her everything and anything she could, whatever it cost her.
The Icy-Hot Cunt Fuck: Miss Vanessa brought her boy-toy the Estate Playroom for a session with Alex. Alex watched as Vanessa bound the boy and hoisted him up tight on his toes, naked, and sporting a semi-hard-on. He could see that Alex was naked and waiting for further instructions.
After Vanessa whipped the boy’s ass, she ordered Abby to beg the boy to cunt fuck her. She told Alex that if she allowed the boy to cum in her she would be whipped to within an inch of her life.
Vanessa then dropped the boy down and told Alex to spread her legs wide so the boy could enter her. The kid looked at once, tentative, timid, twitchy, and terrified.
It didn’t take long before Miss Vanessa realized that the boy was very near to having a climax so she yanked him off of Alex by his hair.
“Now, Alex, that was a close call. You should know better too. This time I want you to spank him very hard, over your knees, for being so inconsiderate of you,” Vanessa said.
He cried as a result of his frustration and punishment and tears welled up in Alex’s eyes as well because she knew she was hurting the kid.
Vanessa let the spanking go on for quite a while before she motioned for Alex to stop and to hold out her hand. Vanessa spread Icy-Hot cream on Alex’s fingers and told her to massage the kids prostate. He yelled as the effect of the cream found it’s way up his sensitive ass hole and onto his prostate. The boy nearly came again but Vanessa pulled Alex’s fingers from his ass and told her to continue with her spanking.
Ultimately, with Jen’s permission, Vanessa decided that it would be fun to hard spank Alex over her own knees. She placed the boy on the floor near Alex so that Alex could use her still well greased hands to stroke the boy’s cock while she got her own ass spanked.
The boy howled as the Icy-Hot burned into his sensitive and already tortured cock.
But, that wasn’t the end of it for Alex or the boy. Again after getting Jen’s permission, she made the boy ass fuck Alex while his cock was still erect and slimy with the hot cream. Alex’s poor ass hole was aflame as it had never been before.
She knew what she was in for and knew she wouldn’t cum from an ass fuck - she never had before. She knew the boy was a master at ass fucking and would pound her until he finally had shot his wad.
Pool Toy: The girl was on her knees looking confused at her Owner who had just tossed a hand full of paper clips all over the stone patio by the pool. The girl was naked and wearing a posture collar.
Her Owner patted the top of her head like a dog and said, “The box said there were 100 paper clips. You will scurry around like an obedient puppy, for our amusement while we relax. You will collect the clips into a neat little pile by the fire pit. You will count out loud when you have the next one in the pile so we know you won’t miss any.
“You will use your, oh-so-talented, tongue to push each one along to the pile. You will drag your tits on the stone and keep your ass in the air at all times and keep those legs spread so we all get a good look at your wet cunt while you degrade yourself.
“If anyone wants you for toilet, or for clit-licking duties, then do as you’re told, whore, and then get back to work on the clips. Go on, now.”
The girl blushed furiously as the five women watching burst into laughter as she leaned down and started to push the nearest paper clip along the rough stone with difficulty.
Several times her Owner screamed at her to get her ass in the air higher, or to spread her knees when she moved, or to keep her nipples on the brick pavers. She know she would be punished for each time her Owner yelled at her.
Sometime later, when she was sweaty and aching all over Miss Kelly called her saying, “Here bitch.” Miss Kelly stood and removed her bikini bottom as the girl approached. She said, “Toilet!”
While on her knees, the girl leaned her head back and opened her mouth wide. Miss Kelly straddled the girls face and released a stream of hot piss down the toilet’s throat. The girl swallowed and swallowed but the pee came too fast and ran down over her tits. Miss Kelly finished and said, “Lick me clean, dry me with your tongue. Then clean the patio too, cunt.”
The girl licked Kelly’s cunt clean and then licked the patio clean. When she looked up after, her Owner had a cane in her hand and said, “Hold your tits out, bitch.”
She stretched her tits out as far as she could by pulling her nipple rings out in front of her, and trembled.
Her Owner said, “Head back, bitch, and repeat after each stroke, “Alex needs to practice being a better toilet, which is all she is good for, except being used as a cheap whore.”
The girl then felt the first hit sliced into her sore tits. It came with such force that it pulled the nipple rings out of her fingers. She was forced to re-grasp and pull on the rings and wait for the next slashing, burning, stroke.
The girl choked off a scream and, crying softly, said, “Thank you! Alex needs to practice…”
The Electric Catheter and the Word Games: The girl was trying as hard as she could to concentrate, but her mind was clouded by a red haze caused by pain, humiliation, fear and erotic excitement.
She was standing as high up on her toes as she could so that her sore cunt stayed just above the narrow piece of lumber that she was straddling. The lumber had been shaped to a sharp peak which hurt her cunt badly when she sagged downward whenever her toes relaxed even a little.
Her hands were of no use to her because they were each holding a heavy weight out in front of her. The weights were tied to a cord that ran through a pulley. The opposite end of each cord was tied tightly around the four needles which were pierced through each nipple. She did not want to drop the weights for fear of pulling the needles through her already sore, and bleeding nipples.
She was wearing a posture collar and a tight corset that caused her to take shallow breaths. She was trying to concentrate so that she could win the “word game” which was an idea that her Owner had heard from a friend and thought very amusing.
They had played the game twice in the past three weeks and the girl had won once and lost once. The rules of the game were simple: The television was tuned to the news and whenever her Owner heard a certain word spoken, she would press a button on the small box in front of her. This would cause electricity to run along a wire from the electric transformer box to the catheter in her urethra.
When that button was activated the girl would receive an agonizing shock inside of her most sensitive tissues. It was the worst pain she had ever experienced and it made her twitch, convulse, and spasm like a fish out of water. The pain was so intense she could only open her mouth in a silent scream but would ultimately that pain would make her into whimpering, sobbing, mass of uncontrollable womanhood, and force the contents of her bowels into an unmanageable slurry of mush.
When the news program ended, and the girl had recovered enough to be responsive, she was told to guess the “secret word.” If she guessed correctly, she was given the reward of a hard fucking by her Owner with a double-dildo strap-on which penetrated her ass and cunt at the same time, and was allowed to cum upon command. If she lost, she was kept like an animal in the garage all weekend and treated like the brainless insect that she was.
As another wave of agony subsided she tried to regain her senses and think. She thought the word might be “Congress” but she wasn’t sure. She prayed silently and waited for the next shock.
Shadow Puppet: The girls body ached all over. She was in hell and her mind was spinning, spinning with the ease with which her Owner could create these private hells for her, spinning with how much of a fully-controlled toy-puppet she had become, spinning with humiliation at the laughs and taunts of her Owner’s guests arrayed comfortably about the sun-soaked garden patio but mostly spinning with the sheer effort it took not to move.
She was standing on her toes, legs spread wide of course so as to properly display her soaked and open cunt-hole. Her arms were outstretched in front of her and slightly apart at an angle, fingers outstretched, her back bent at a 45 degree angle with the head cocked unnaturally. She was holding her position very carefully so that her fingers and head cast their shadows so as to line up perfectly with chalk outlines that had been drawn on the flagstone patio. People were taking turns watching that she didn’t break the alignment of shadow to chalk. They had been watching the show for over 2 hours.
Whenever she moved off her mark even a bit then her designated watcher would eagerly press a button on the box sitting on the small wrought iron cafe table, where they sat comfortably shaded under a green umbrella, and her clit would erupt in pain from the wires clipped to her clit ring. Her shrieks and begging would echo round the garden and laughter and more taunts would drift her way. Red-faced and crying she would restore the perfect alignment between her body and the shadow.
She wondered for the millionth time when her Owner would release her from this hell as the sweat poured off of her and the misery encased her and the frustration that nobody seemed to acknowledge that the sun moved in an arc across the sky, or rather appeared to as the earth moved about it, and it wasn’t always her fault that the alignment of puppet-body and shadow was broken.
She flushed as she remembered her Owner's words when she had pointed this out when first ordered into position: "Well that’s too bad for you, cunt, I can’t control the sun but I can easily enough control you, whatever goes wrong is your fault because I say it is, in your universe the laws of motion don’t matter, only my laws do."
The girl shrieked as the pain hit her and Miss Sarah smirked at her from her seat and said, “You were fine actually. I just wanted to see you twitch and scream,” and with a smile she pressed the button again.
Buried Treasure: The girl was carefully pouring coffee for her Owner and looked longingly at the bit of omelet and toast left on her Owner’s plate. She wondered if she would be allowed to eat it.
As if reading her mind, her Owner picked up the piece of toast and held it out and said, “Inside your cunt, bitch. You can fish it out after the dishes are done and eat it. The omelet is too good for you. Put it in the dog’s bowl. Now clear this away and then scurry back here. Go!”
She turned back to her newspaper and the girl, red-faced, pushed the buttered toast into her cunt and began to clear the table. When she returned, her Owner pointed at the floor and said, “Down, bitch,” and clipped a leash to her nose ring and small bells to her nipple rings and said, “Heel!” as she turned and began to walk. The girl scurried after her on all fours working hard to stay at heel so as to avoid having her nose ring pulled, which hurt terribly.
Her heart sank as they approached the corner of the garden, a patch of bare dirt past the vegetables and flowers that the girl tended for her Owner. Her Owner unclipped the leash and said, “Dig up your treasure, doggie-slut!” and settled herself comfortably in a hammock swung between two nearby trees and opened a magazine.
The girl crawled into the dirt patch and began to dig at the dirt with her bare hands. After about fifteen minutes of effort she uncovered a large dildo and carried it with her mouth to her Owner and made a small barking noise.
She was rewarded with a pat on the head and a giggle as her Owner said, “Good bitch - get the others!” And she crawled back to the dirt and began digging for the other five.
The digging was bad enough, but she knew she would have to clean them with her own pee and spit and lick them clean, and then take each one and fuck each of her three holes with it before burying them all back in their holes.
Her face burned with humiliation as she thought about this and wondered for the millionth time: “Where did her Owner get these ideas?” Was there no end to the ways in which she could be used and degraded?
Just then her Owner said, “When you rebury your treasures today, I want you to shit into each hole, cunt. That should help you to more easily find them next time. Yes?”
Her question thus answered, the girl resumed her digging as her cunt leaked its pungent and prodigious liquid down her thighs.
Words: The girl was panicked and aghast. She looked down at the stack of papers in her hand with tears of frustration in her eyes and took a deep breath and said out loud, “Ok, you can do this, pull yourself together.” She heard the car pull out of the drive.
Her Owner and Miss Kelly were heading out for a day in the city. Before leaving, she had handed the girl the stack of pages, at which she had stared in confusion. Each page had only a single word printed on it. The font, she later learned, was Blackadder ITC in 8 pt., which was very ornate and difficult to read - especially in the pink color in which it had been printed.
Her Owner had said, “Those are your orders for the day, darling. A word per page and I'm afraid the pages are in no particular order. You had best get right to work sorting them out, and learn from them what I want you to do today. Then, you need to perform those instructions completely and perfectly before I return. You will get the Kevlar cane and a loss of privileges if you fail.”
She had then kissed the girl on the forehead and walked away. The girl had looked at Miss Kelly and said, “Please, can you tell me something about all this, please?”
Miss Kerry smiled and said , “Sure I will honey. You are totally fucked.”
Sighing deeply, the girl began to sort the pages into piles of nouns, verbs, etc. She got the gist of the order about two hours later. She was to buy various things for dinner at various places, cook them, and then serve them in precise ways.
She looked at the clock and bit her lip. She would never make it and she wasn’t even sure she had the details properly sorted and connected to each dish.
In a panic she threw on the short sundress and sandals that her Owner had left her and rushed out the door.
Five hours later she was sobbing, bent over a chair, her burning bruised, red-striped, ass in the air, squeaking out, “Fifteen, thank you Goddess, this stupid cunt will learn to read more carefully, please may I take only cold showers for the next seven days, please?”
The girl heard Miss Kelly giggle at her and her face burned in silent rage.
Funeral for a Spider: The girl stood with her head down while her Owner berated her. She couldn’t believe she was being scolded for stepping on a spider.
Her Owner however saw things very differently, and it was her opinion that mattered and she was saying, “You are the lowliest creature on this property and you will treat everyone and everything you come in contact with, even the smallest insect, with respect and deference. Everything is above you, cunt, everyone and everything.”
The girl wondered if she was serious, but her doubts were forgotten when she was ordered to organize a funeral for the spider and invite a list of her Owner's friends. At the funeral party she was required to walk on all fours like a spider and was frequently given the order, “Down!” at which time she would lie flat on her back or front, as ordered, and was trampled upon.
After everyone had eaten, and she had delivered the eulogy for the spider, which she had been ordered to prepare, she was strung up upside down by her ankles, spread wide, and whipped on her cunt and her tightly banded tits while repeating over and over again, “Alex is the lowest form of life on earth and will act accordingly.”
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Chapter VIII The Future-
This story could not end without trying to catch a glimpse into the future for the slave, Alex, and her Owner, Jen.
Question: Jen, what do you see as the outcome of your relationship with Alex, say five or so years in the future?
Answer: Five years? Ah, then she will stop working and she’ll be forty years old, and I’ll be wanting a younger, hotter, sex slave. She will have served my purposes.
I have my financial goals established for that time as well, and I think I should be set by then.
At that age, Alex will be all toilet, animal, and pain-slut. She won’t be fucking anything once she isn’t hot enough to be my sex slave any more. No more whoring her out either. No sex for her at all, really.
She will be allowed to masturbate to orgasm once a month, no multiples. When given that permission, she will be in terrible pain and will be on display in front of an audience.
She won’t get off the property and will be kept restrained 24/7 and I will torment her constantly; something to which she is not now accustomed. She will be kept as an animal; like a dog, kept on the floor, leashed from her nose or clit ring, and eating from a bowl. I’ll make her pee, naked, outside in both summer and winter. I’ll just treat her, generally, like a dumb animal.
I won’t let her speak without permission either.
I’ll have a plate and ring-lock put on her tongue. It’s pure misery because it prohibits any speech, and makes eating and drinking a very difficult and an almost unbearable chore. I once saw a cunt with one in her mouth at a party and I know someone in California who can do it.
Almost The End…
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Epilogue
This is Lewis again…
Clearly, we will have to wait to see if Jen will be a woman of her word regarding the ominous future she has foretold for her incredible relationship with Alex. Time will surely tell!
Finally, readers of this story should be aware that there are legal arguments to be made regarding the transfer-of- ownership contract Alex signed with Jen. In the end, it could well be that the contract is unenforceable, and perhaps even illegal. These arguments include the view that the contract might have been made for an illegal purpose, made contrary to accepted public policy, and made in conflict to the principal of unjust enrichment.
It would seem that all of these legal arguments must have been considered by Alex, a magna cum laude graduate of the law, who nonetheless seemed to accept the contract as binding on her. What’s up with that?
Summer 2008 LC
The End…