Chapter 2 -- Reporting 101
The next day after her trip to Wal-Mart to buy her new training collar, slut
cuntpit covers, wetcunt received a very terse email from her Master; "Call Me
Now." was all it said. wetcunt couldn't think of what she might have done wrong
to bring this about. her hands shaking as she picked up the phone and quickly
dialed her Master's phone number, wetcunt stammered out "hhheelllo MMMMaster."
"As you don't seem to be able to follow instructions, I have a few questions for
you cunt. First, what did I tell you to do yesterday." Thinking hard wetcunt
tried to remember all the instructions of yesterday, "You told me to slop my
fuckface with cunt snot every day no matter where i'm going." "So have you
slopped your face yet today cunt?" "Yes Master, have slopped my face many times
already today Master." "good, at least you obeyed that command, continue, what
else did I tell you to do yesterday?" "You told me to hem up my skirts, remove
buttons from some of my shirts, order 6 inch heels to wear around the house
along with the training collar, go to Wal-Mart and buy slut cuntpit covers,
leather training collar with name tag and leash."
wetcunt heard the silence as her Master waited for her to remember the rest of
His commands. Finally knowing that she must have forgotten something, but not
sure what it was, wetcunt stammered, "that is all that I remember Master." "So
you beg Me to be your Master, beg Me to train you and you don't even remember My
instructions, you are racking up the punishment points wetcunt."
wetcunt feverishly replayed the conversation with her Master over in her head.
As she gasped, her Master said "Do I hear a light bulb going off cunt?" "Yes
Master" "What did you forget cunt?" "The report Master, the fully detailed
report of how Your cunt felt dressing as a slut to go to work and during trip to
Wal-Mart, not only Your slut's reaction, but the reaction of those around her."
"Do you think this pitiful thing you sent Me this morning fulfills that command
cunt?" "No Master, sorry Master, it does not."
"you think you're sorry now cunt, that is nothing to what you will be when I'm
finished with your punishment. you will immediately sit down and rewrite this
report, you will rewrite it as many times as I say until I am satisfied that you
have given Me a full and complete report. I want to know how many cocks My slut
stared at yesterday, how its dress and actions affected its cunt, what other
people's comments were,
how those affected My slut's mind and cunt. you will hold nothing back. Do I
make Myself perfectly clear cunt what it is that I mean when I say that I want a
detailed report?" "yes Master perfectly clear Master."
"Good, after you have finished what you think is an adequate report, you will
immediately email it to Me. I will be the judge of whether or not it is
adequate. Each time I have to tell you to write it again you will incur further
punishment so I suggest that you do your best the first time. When W/we finally
have a finished report then your punishment will really begin. Dismissed."
With that wetcunt hung up the phone and got to work on a new report of
yesterday's activities, the shame she had felt as the cashier had looked at the
name on the dog tag, the looks that she had gotten as she had tried on the
collars. she even included how retelling the events now was making her cunt wet
again and how ashamed that made her feel. After emailing that report to her
Master, wetcunt got a reply, "Try again cunt, there is nothing here about work
and how being dressed like the slut you are at work made you feel. That's two,
cunt. your Master is counting." wetcunt added more details to the report, how
she could feel her nipples standing at attention all day long, how she could
feel the men at work, in the classes she taught, undressing her, how she felt
naked under their gaze, how that made her cunt drip. Shortly after sending the
revised report again, wetcunt's Master again replied with "Still not good
enough, how many cocks did you look at slut, how many of them were hard because
of My slut's dress or actions. Three now,
cunt. you better get this right soon or you are going to be VERY sorry."
Finally after struggling with remembering how many cocks she had in fact looked
at yesterday and how it had turned her on that those cocks were hard because of
her and struggling with the shame of feeling aroused by acting so slutty,
wetcunt again send another version of the
report to her Master. wetcunt hoped that this one would meet with her Master's
approval and cringed when another email showed up in her inbox. Again all the
email said was "Call Me Now." wetcunt quickly called her Master not sure why her
Master wanted her to call. As she dialed the phone, wetcunt's mind was racing on
whether the last version was good enough or not and what additional punishments
would be in store for her if it still wasn't good enough. After wetcunt said
"hello Master", her Master immediately barked "Be quiet and listen cunt. Four
times, it took you four times to write a decent report that exposed you as the
slut you are to Me and to yourself. Four times, unbelievable. Well W/we will
have to deal with this inability to follow orders in four ways. you are to
gather the following items, once you have them, you are to kneel down with your
legs spread wide so that slut cunt is exposed and beg Me for the punishment that
you deserve. Go collect a spatula, a flip-flop, your leash and the black marker.
Go now." wetcunt scurried around her apartment finding each of the items and
then kneeling down in the middle of her living room, picking up the phone, she
started to say "Master, please punishment wetcunt as she deserves. Please
forgive her for failing to follow Your commands Master." After saying this once
wetcunt waited for a response from her Master and when there was none she
repeated again, "Please Master Your slut begs You to
please punish her for failing so miserably in following Your commands. Please
Master, please, please let wetcunt make this right Master."
"Enough blubbering cunt. you failed in your report four times and you have four
different punishments coming to you. First, you will while on the phone with Me,
so that I can hear each spank, you will use four different instruments to spank
each milkbag and that slut cunt. Ten smacks on each milkbag and on that slut
cunt with each of the following items, ten each with your hand, then ten each
with the spatula, then ten each with the flip flop and a final ten each with
your new leash. If I think any of the strokes are not hard enough, you will be
repeating that stroke and adding 4 more. That will be a minimum of 40 on each
milkbag and 40 on that slut cunt. Do you understand cunt?" "yyyyesss Master i
understand." "Then begin. And remember to count out loud each stroke and wait
for My response as to whether the stroke was adequate or not before proceeding."
wetcunt moved the phone over to her left hand and smacked her right milkbag hard
with her right hand. The sound of the smack filling the room, as wetcunt quickly
said "one" and then waited for her Master's response. "Continue cunt." Moving
her
hand to smack a different area of her right milkbag, wetcunt said "two" after
spanking the underside of her right milkbag. "Continue cunt and don't forget
right on the nipple as well. you must do 2 out of every 10
right on the end of each nipple." Over and over again first with her hand, then
with the spatula and flip-flop wetcunt spanked her tits and cunt until they were
fiery red and each count was more of a groan than a coherent number. As wetcunt
moved to pick up the leash her Master spoke once more "These with the leash will
be different cunt. These will all be right on the end of the nipple cunt and
after each one you will tell Me if you hit right on the end of the nipple or
not. If you miss, you will repeat that stroke until you have ten strokes in a
row right on the end of that nipple. you understand you miss on number ten you
will be starting from number one again." Shaking, her arms tired from the
previous strokes, tears running down her face, sure that she would end up
missing time and time again, wetcunt quietly whispered "yes Master, i
understand." "Speak up cunt, I can't hear you." "Yes," louder this time "i
understand." "Good, now for that cunt, when you do the ten on that cunt, you
will use your left hand to spread those fat cunt lips so that clit is exposed
and you will use that leash directly on your slutty clit. Obviously you will
have to put the phone down for
that. After each stroke, you will report whether you hit directly on the clit
and the same rules apply here as on those nipples cunt. Do you understand?"
Gulping down, wondering how she will ever get through it,
wetcunt responded "yyyess MMMaster, understand." "Before you begin attach that
leash to your collar. Once it is in place, begin."
After hearing the clip as the leash is attached, wetcunt's Master hears a gasp
of pain and then wetcunt moaning "one Master right on the end of the nipple."
Over and over that same gasp of pain until number seven and then only a moan, no
gasp. wetcunt's Master sat waiting wondering if His slut would push herself to
be honest knowing full well that she would have to start over lashing her very
sore nipples with the leash. "Master, number seven missed Master, didn't hit the
end of the nipple, but further up on the tit." "you know what that means cunt,
start again, take smaller swings, it will help the accuracy." wetcunt started
from one again, each gasp of pain further hardening her Master's cock, her
honesty in telling on herself making her Master proud.
After wetcunt had finished using the leash on both of her tits, she again heard
her Master speak. "Take a moment and collect yourself cunt. I will tell you when
to begin again." Listening to her struggling to catch her breath, slow her
tears, wetcunt's Master waited until she had almost composed herself, "Now
finish, put the phone down, spread those fat cunt lips and spank that clit ten
times." This time with each stroke, it was not a gasp of pain that wetcunt's
Master heard but rather a high-pitched squeal with each stroke. A squeal, then
the rattle of the phone, wetcunt counting the stroke and reporting its accurate
placement. When wetcunt had counted ten, her Master
could hear her sobbing over the phone. "go get a drink, you have handled this
part of your punishment well, three more parts to go. After you get your drink,
take the black marker and the phone and get in front of the mirror in your
bathroom."
"Am in the bathroom Master." "Good, now for the next part of your punishment
cunt, on those freshly spanked tits and cunt, you will be wearing further proof
of your disobedience, in four signs that you will be wearing on that slut body.
On that right milkbag you are to write 'forgetful slut', because you did not
remember all of My instructions to you cunt. Start as high as necessary to get
that all on that one milkbag. On the left milkbag write 'disobedient cunt',
because
you disobeyed My instruction to write a full report. On your slut belly, write
'stupid fuckpig' because it took you four times to write a decent report and on
your cunt write 'sorry cumrag' because I'm sure that is how you are feeling
now." wetcunt's hand trembled as she wrote each of the humiliating signs,
struggling to write them while looking in the mirror. "Are you finished cunt?"
"yes Master, am finished." "How do they look? Can you read them?" "yes Master,
they can be clearly read." "And how does it make you feel to be wearing these
signs cunt, to know that you have been a disobedient, sorry, forgetful cunt who
couldn't write a decent report as instructed." "so ashamed Master, wetcunt is so
sorry Master." "Does this humiliation make My slut's cunt wet? Reach down and
slop your face cunt with the cuntsnot from that sloppy hole. I want that face
shiny with cuntjuice before the next part of your punishment."
After wetcunt had liberally covered her face with the cuntsnot dripping for her
cunt, she told her Master that her slut face was slopped. "Last two parts of
your punishment cunt. Go over to your computer, turn
it on and turn on the web cam. you will follow Me to four different rooms at
each room you will do the following. you will allow all in the room to view your
cam, you will announce to the room that you have been
a disobedient cunt and you are here as part of your punishment. As I direct you,
you will scan your slut body so that each sign of your disobedience can be seen
by all who wish to view your degradation. Then
you will turn on your mike and read to each room your completed report. After
doing that and listening for comments for the other members of each room, you
will position your camera so that it is pointed at your
slut clit and you will finger yourself to the point of slopping and then stop.
you are NOT allowed to slop. Understand cunt." "yes Master, wetcunt
understands." "Then after W/we have visited 4 rooms and you have been further
humiliated by having to read your report of what a slut you are 4 times and then
demonstrating to each room what a slut you are 4 times, your punishment will be
complete. Hang up until then."
wetcunt quickly turned on both her computer and the web cam, her cunt dripping
with the thought of the upcoming humiliation. she followed her Master from room
to room announcing to each room what a disobedient slut she had been, showing
100's of people the signs on her slut body, 100's of people seeing her tits, her
cunt, hearing what a slut she was as she shopped for her collar and name tag,
seeing her dripping wet cunt as she brought herself to the brink of slopping
before them. wetcunt groaned in shame as she heard and saw the people's
responses to her humiliation, telling her what a huge slut she was, how well her
dog tag described her, how they hoped she had learned her lesson to not be a
forgetful, sorry slut. After bringing herself to the brink of slopping in the
fourth room, wetcunt saw a private message from her
Master, "Sign off and call Me."
wetcunt quickly signed off and called her Master, her voice ragged from arousal
when she said hello. "you did well with your punishments cunt, but do you
understand why you were punished as you were?" "yes and no Master. i know that i
forgot some of Your instructions which i should never do, but about the
reporting, don't quite understand that Master." "What is your job cunt?" "To
please You Master." "you pleased Me greatly by enduring your punishment, by
telling on yourself when you missed with the leash, but also what gives Me great
pleasure is seeing your humiliation, seeing it through your eyes, to write a
report like you did robs Me of that pleasure. It also robs Me of the knowledge
that I need to further train you to be the fuckpig that you WANT to be, that you
NEED to be. Do you understand cunt?" her head bowed, finally getting it, "yes
Master, i understand." "Good, now because you bore your punishment so well cunt,
you will be allowed to slop. you will play with your clit until you slop like
the slut you are, then take that cuntsnot and rub it all over your slut body.
After you have slopped, you are to hang up and go directly to bed. you may NOT
clean up the cuntsnot from your slut body, you may NOT clean up the markings
from your slut body, you are to wear them until tomorrow morning, at which time
I want a full report of how looking at them the next day makes you feel slut,
how knowing that 100's of people know what a slut you are makes you feel cunt,
how wondering if the men at work, in your
class saw your humiliation and degradation last night makes you feel cunt. you
will write that report wearing your own cuntsnot, wearing your markings and you
will not be allowed to clean up until after you
have received a reply from Me telling you that your report was adequate, but I'm
sure that after your lesson today, the report will be right the first time.
Won't it cunt?" "Yes Master."
