Chapter 9 -- Practice Test (Part 3)
wetcunt knelt at her Master's feet, milkbags rising and falling as she tried to
catch her breath after slopping so violently. "cunt, you must have made a bucket
load of cuntsnot from slopping that hard. Take that cuntsnot and cover those
heaving milkbags. I want them shiny with cunt juice." wetcunt reached between
her widely spread thighs and pulled gobs of cunt juice from her dripping
slophole. Using both hands she smeared the cuntsnot all over her milkbags,
covering every inch with cuntsnot.
As wetcunt finished catching her breath, she wondered if she could really have a
total stranger see her like this. her mind raced with what that person would
think, what that person would say. As wetcunt knelt before her Master, He
quietly watched her face react to every thought passing through her mind.
"wetcunt, I have a question for you. Look at Me." As wetcunt lifted her eyes,
she felt her mind and heart start to calm from simply looking in her Master's
eyes. "wetcunt, when I have used you online, have total strangers seen your
naked body covered with writing?" "Yes Master, they have," wetcunt answered.
"And have they seen your body shining wet covered with cunt juice," her Master
continued. "Yes Master, they have," wetcunt replied. "So why should this be any
different. I know that they weren't physically in the room with you, but I also
wasn't physically in the room when I used you online. Nothing will happen to
you, you are safe. Do you think I don't know your limits?" "No, Master, You know
my limits," wetcunt answered. "Then trust Me wetcunt, I will NEVER let anyone
harm you. you are MINE, and NO ONE harms what is MINE. Do you understand cunt?"
wetcunt's eyes filled with tears from the strength of her Master's words, "Yes
Master, i understand and i do and will trust You Master." "Very good cunt, it is
time for something to eat. Now crawl over to the table and bring Me the room
service menu."
wetcunt quickly returned with the menu and handed it to her Master. she knelt
quietly at His feet while He looked over the menu. From time to time, her
Master's hand would reach down and stroke her hair and wetcunt felt so
cherished. "cunt, continue wiping cuntsnot on those milkbags, I want to see them
glistening." Every minute or so, wetcunt would wipe fresh cunt juice all over
her milkbags while her Master continued to peruse the menu. Finally He uncrossed
His legs and put down the menu, after standing wetcunt's Master walked over to
the table that held the tape she had used to put up the signs and tore off a
piece. Walking over to the far corner, He placed the piece of tape partway up
the wall. "cunt, you nose on the piece of tape, now. Keep it there until I tell
you to move it." wetcunt quickly crawled over to the corner and placed her nose
on the piece of tape. "Push your legs out further behind you cunt, spread them
wide and lift that stuffed ass up. I want the room service guy to see that
shithole plug filling My slut's ass when he brings in O/our dinner."
wetcunt could feel her cunt dripping as she strained to hold her nose to the
tape and raise her ass as high as possible. It seemed to drip even more as she
heard her Master ordering from room service. "Hello, this is room 1269, would
like to place an order. I want to order the sirloin steak, medium rare, baked
potato, salad, ranch dressing and a couple of Pepsi's. I will need an additional
plate with the meal and an additional bowl as well. Also may I ask who will be
delivering this meal? Oh, Charles serves this floor. Excellent. How long will it
be? 20 minutes. Very good. Thank you." After hanging up the phone, wetcunt's
Master stretched out on the bed, turning on the television, "Guess you'll have a
bit of a wait cunt. I imagine by the time dinner arrives you will be more than
willing to do whatever I say, just to be able to get out of that position." As
the minutes slowly passed, wetcunt could feel the muscles in her neck, back and
legs starting to protest the strained position they were forced into. With each
second, more tension was building both in wetcunt's muscles and in wetcunt's
mind.
When she thought that she couldn't hold the position for another second, wetcunt
heard a rapping on the door and a deep voice calling room service. wetcunt's
Master walked over to open that door, "Wheel that right in here please." wetcunt
could here Charles' swift intake of air as he saw her kneeling there naked. "So
what do you think of My slut, Charles? Do you like what you see," wetcunt's
Master asked. "Oh yes, Sir, like what I see very much. But what are those words
all over her back and ass?" Charles replied. "Oh, that, well My slut is a HUGE
humiliation slut, and just loves being a humiliation billboard. Don't you cunt?"
"Yes Master," wetcunt whispered. "What was that cunt, speak up Charles couldn't
hear you." her Master barked. "Yes, Master. Your slut is a huge humiliation
slut." wetcunt replied. "Would you like to see the front of the humiliation
billboard, Charles?" wetcunt heard her Master ask. "Oh Yes Sir, very much so,"
was the quick reply. "I'm sure that you're dying to move from that position
cunt, so here is your chance. Push off from the wall, and turn around, hands
behind your neck, so you can show off those huge milkbags to Charles here."
wetcunt slowly pushed off from the wall, not really wanting to let a total
stranger see her face when she was being a humiliation billboard, but rather
because she couldn't hold that position for another second. Groaning from the
muscles pulling in her back, wetcunt slowly turned around on her knees and
lifted her hands to behind her head. "Look at Charles, slut. I want Him to see
My cum drying on My slut's face." Fighting the urge to safe word, fighting the
urge to cry, wetcunt slowly lifted her eyes to look at Charles. Fearing she
would see disgust, actually surprised when all she saw on His face was pleasure.
Seeing the pleasure on Charles' face, hearing the pleasure in her Master's voice
as He asked, "So do you like what you see Charles?" "It is wonderful Sir. Will
she do anything You say?" wetcunt knelt quietly while her Master answered, "All
sluts have limits, and all sluts need training, but this slut is becoming a well
trained slut. Would you like to watch it perform Charles?" "Oh would I sir," was
Charles's quick answer. Wetcunt couldn't believe her ears, her face turned beet
red and she started to break position and safe word, when she heard her Master
say, "Make Me proud cunt. Lower your arms, crawl over to the table, pick up your
8-inch dildo and fuck yourself for Charles and My pleasure."
Hearing her Master remind her to make Him proud, knowing that this wasn't much
different than the sessions that He had directed her in online, wetcunt crawled
over to the table and picked up the 8-inch dildo. "Crawl back over here cunt,
spread your legs wide so that We can watch you fucking that sloppy cunt. I will
let you know if your legs are wide enough. When I say that they are in proper
position, fuck yourself with that dildo until you slop." wetcunt crawled back
over in front of her Master and Charles, and knelt back down spreading her
thighs as wide as possible. "Wait one minute cunt, W/we need to spread that cunt
a bit wider. Charles could you please get the duct tape and 6 clothespins from
off of that table over there." When Charles returned with the clothespins and
tape, wetcunt's Master said, "Hand those to My slut, Charles. slut, remember to
look Him in the eye and thank Him and then you know what to do with them."
"Thank You Sir," wetcunt replied as Charles handed her the tape and clothespins.
wetcunt quickly attached 3 clothespins on her right cunt lip and taped them to
her thigh and then repeated the process with the other 3 clothespins taped to
her left thigh. "Good, now that is wide enough, lean back against the bed cunt
and fuck yourself until you slop."
Leaning back, wetcunt picked up the dildo and pushing it into her dripping cunt,
past the clothespins, groaning slightly as they pulled on her cunt. Slowly,
wetcunt started fucking herself with the dildo. "Those pins are really going to
start to hurt, if you don't fuck yourself faster than that cunt. Fuck yourself,
like I would if that was My cock in your cunt." As wetcunt started fucking
herself harder, faster, her eyes started to close as she started losing herself
in the moment, the sensation. "Look at Me slut, I want those eyes open watching
Me as you slop." Fighting to open her eyes, looking up at her Master's face,
moaning louder and louder as she moved closer and closer to slopping until
finally groaning loudly, wetcunt spasmed, slopping all over the dildo in her
cunt. As her breathing started to slow, wetcunt whispered, "Thank You Master for
allowing Your slut to slop." "Thank Charles for letting you perform for Him,
slut, and look at Him when you thank Him, and while you lick that dildo clean."
her Master reminded her.
Turning her gaze toward Charles, wetcunt softly said, "Thank You Sir for
allowing this slut to perform for you." "you're welcome slut." Charles replied
as He watched wetcunt clean the dildo in her mouth. "W/we need to tip the man
cunt. I think some of your autographed pictures would do as part of His tip.
Would you like that Charles?" wetcunt's Master asked. "That would be an
excellent tip Sir." "wetcunt crawl over to the table and get Charles one of your
autographed pictures. Do you think any of the other room service guys would also
like one Charles?" "Hmmmm," Charles pondered. "I can think of 5 other guys who
would really like one Sir." "Well you heard Him cunt, bring 6 pictures over and
hand them to Charles. Charles if you and the other room services guys can get
free around 10:00 o'clock tomorrow morning, you can listen while I fuck My slut
in the ass tomorrow at that time." "I'll let them know Sir, think that would be
really enjoyable. Consider the show and the picture enough of a tip for me.
Thank You again Sir. I'll be listening tomorrow." Charles commented as he headed
out the door.
"Take the clothespins off cunt. you did very well. I am very proud of you. your
performance has left your Master needing His slut's service again, but that will
wait until after W/we eat. Don't want the food to get any colder. Once you have
the clothespins off, crawl over next to the table, I will set your plate on the
floor. you will eat like a good little fuckpig should with no hands from a
trough on the floor." By the time wetcunt had finished taking the clothespins
and tape off, placing the tape in the trash and the clothespins back with the
rest of the toys, her trough was on the floor waiting for her. "Hands behind
your back cunt. Face down to your trough to eat." wetcunt knelt far enough away
from the trough to start eating the bite-sized pieces of steak and potato that
were in her trough. A bowl next to it was filled with Pepsi, which she lapped
between bites. From time to time as He quietly ate, wetcunt's Master would pour
more Pepsi in the bowl and put more pieces of food on wetcunt's trough. Finally
He pushed back from the table and set His napkin up next to His plate.
"Time to take care of your Master's needs cunt. First use that mouth cunt to
thoroughly wet your Master's cock, then W/we're going to see if those milkbags
are as fuckable as they look." wetcunt's Master said as He removed His cock Once
more from His jeans. Wetcunt quickly crawled over to and gently took her
Master's cock deep into her mouth, bathing it lovingly gently with her tongue,
lowering her head to wet it thoroughly down to His balls. wetcunt continued
bathing her Master's cock, listening happily to His sounds of pleasure until He
said, "Enough, now kneel up and lift those milkbags up here cunt." Wetcunt
removed her mouth from her Master's cock, knelt up, cupping her milkbags with
her hands. Grabbing wetcunt by the tits, her Master pulled her forward, "closer
cunt, wrap those milkbags around My cock and start fucking My cock with them.
Lick the tip of My cock as it pops out front over the tops of those milkbags
with each stroke." wetcunt wrapped her milkbags tightly around her Master's
cock, squeezing down on them hard to be able to give her Master as much pleasure
as possible, working her milkbags up and down the length of her Master's cock
faster and faster, lapping at the tip with each stroke, until leaning back her
Master unleashed His cum all over wetcunt's milkbags and face, cumming again and
again.
"Rub your Master's cum all over those milkbags cunt, then clean your Master's
cock and thank Him for allowing you to serve Him." wetcunt quickly smeared her
milkbags with her Master's cum, bent down and licked her Master's cock clean,
Thanking Him each time she raised her head before taking another lick. "Kneel
back cunt, W/we are going to talk for a while. I want to know what you're
thinking, feeling, you are free to say anything you wish, wetcunt. I also want
you to know that I am VERY proud of you wetcunt. you are doing very well so far
with this practice test."
