Chapter 1

You come home to find me right where you left me.  Back arched backward over my training bench. Hands and feet securely bound to the legs of the device. You have allowed me only enough movement so that I may raise my head. This is not so I do pass out. This is to make fucking my face more convenient for you.   I have been here all day. You locked me to my bench after breakfast, which was 8 hours ago. I am in agony, my whole body aches but I say nothing. I know better than to complain.  If I am a lucky cunt, you will release me soon so I may use the restroom. If I am an unlucky cunt, you will force me to wet myself and punish me for the mess.  I cross my fingers. Hopefully, you had a good day at work.

You do not acknowledge me right away.  You throw down your keys, toss your coat on the couch and kick off your shoes.  You know that I will put everything away later.  You sit down at the table and start opening mail.  I pray that there aren’t too many bills today.  If there are, it will go badly for me.  I still shake when I think about that time you were overcharged at the rental car agency.  That was a bad night and I have the scars to prove it.

I try to remain quiet as I wiggle in my bonds.  I am not gagged.  You have trained me not to speak without permission.  I am a cunt and cunts don’t have anything worthwhile to say anyway.  Finally, after about 30 minutes, you greet me

“Hello slave “

“Hello Master Robert “

“Have you been a good girl today?”

“I have tried Sir”

You brutally shove three fingers into my pussy.

“Arghhhh” I arch in pain. My pussy is completely dry

You immediately pull your hand out and deliver 5 hard smacks directly over my clit

“Aaaaahhhhhhh” I scream in pain, writhing in my bonds

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU FUCKMEAT” you scream into my face

“I’m sorry Master Robert” I reply

“Why is your cunt dry?” you say quietly, too quietly.

“I don’t know Sir”, I whimper.

“What are you” you ask

“I am a cunt Master Robert”

“No” you reply, “you are supposed to be a wet cunt”

I start to shiver in anticipation of your punishment.  I feel my pussy start to moisten but it’s too late. You lean over so you are right in my face. “If you can’t have your pussy ready, I will fuck your face instead”.  I am so afraid. I do not want to disappoint you master. I know that you always know what is best for me.

Chapter 2

I grab your hair, and look right into your eyes. "I can't believe that
your cunt is dry. I have warned you about this haven't I"? You try to
shake your head yes...but I just jerk your hair tighter and slap your face
several times. You remember the time that Master came home early from work
and caught you masturbating to the porn movie. You were dragged off the
bed, bound to your bench and both your fuckhole and ass were beaten till
they were black and blue. You were left on the bench with your cunt lips
clamped together over night. It left rather interesting marks that you had
a tough time explaining to your GYN when you went in for your exam.

I go to the bedroom and get out my toy bag. Out come a pair of clover
clamps. I brutally twist your nipples and get them hard. Once they rise in
my fingers I slap your breasts hard several times, and then put the clamps on
them. I raise your head...then attach to the chain between the clamps to
your collar. When you hang your head down, it pulls on the nipples, the
clovers tighten further. You have to hold your head up to keep them from
squeezing too hard.

Unbuckling my belt I take it out from the belt loops. I hold it in my left
and undo my pants and step out of them. Without warning I swing the
doubled up belt and hit you square in the pussy. Your body arches and a
scream escapes from your lips. You try to stifle it but it still comes out.
I pull down my briefs and step in front of your head. "What does your
collar read slave" You stammer out..."Fuc...fuc...fucktoy".

"What good is a fucktoy if you can't fuck it"? "I am sorry Master" you
blurt out. "What is your purpose"? Without hesitation you say "To serve
Master Robert in all ways, without reservation or hesitation"

I shake my head. "You have failed me, your cunt is dry. You will be
punished. Before that I will get pleasure from your mouth" You start to
shiver as your mind runs wild with the possible punishments.

"Open your mouth and lower your head" I command. The mouth opens but when
you try to lower your head it’s painful on the nipples. 'Fucking Bitch",
grabbing a handful of hair I slam your head so that my balls are on your
open mouth. "Lick" "Suck them" You take a ball into your mouth and make
love to it with your tongue. "Hummm...he might be gentle with me after
all" I take my nut sack out of your mouth and plunge my hard dripping cock
into your throat. "Suck it hard bitch...take it deep" Caught by surprise
you want to gag, but know that to do so will only make the punishment later
that much worse. You eagerly take my dick deep, feeling it swell even more
in your mouth. "Don’t you dare gag" I warn.

Holding your head I pump harder and harder. Precum is gushing out and you
try to swirl your tongue around the head...but it is going too deep too
fast. It is all you can do to not choke. My balls are slapping your eyes
and nose. A false move with your head and the cock hits the back of your
throat. Gagging briefly I slow down, then resume my mouth fucking. "Told
you not to gag" I reach down and pinch your nose shut. "Which will happen
first...you suck me off, or you pass out?" Squirming, you don't dare try
to breath around the cock and release suction.

My cock is pistoning in and out of my whore’s mouth. You struggle as you
start to get dizzy, then suddenly feel my balls tighten on your face...and a
big load gushes into your throat. You drink it down eagerly...savoring the
taste". When I am done I pull out and release your nose. I wipe my dick on
your cheeks.

Now....to punish you. You will scream in agony little girl. It will make
your cunt very very wet. I know my fuckmeat. "Hummm...now..what shall we
do?"

Chapter 3

I eagerly swallow all of your cum. I am terribly thirsty and it tastes so good to me. I am gasping for air at the same time, my lungs and throat still burning from the brutal mouth fuck. "I'm so sorry Master Robert" I cry out, trying to control my tears. I know I have earned the punishment but that doesn't make it any easier to take. The clamps on my breasts are still attached to my collar. The muscles in my neck are feeling the strain and I struggle to hold my head up. As my neck muscles weaken, the pull on my nipples becomes unbearable. My head falls back toward the floor and my breasts are stretched until my nipples are almost an inch long. It feels like they will be torn off my chest. I can feel fresh tears pooling in my eyes but I try not to cry. If you see me crying again, it will just make you angrier.

You have left the room for a moment but I am not foolish enough to think that this is over. I can hear you rummaging around in your bedroom and it is your bedroom. I sleep, when I have been good, on a small dog bed on the floor. Sometimes, when you have a date that stays over, you move my bed into the laundry room or garage. I am sure that however you decide to punish me it won't take too long. I have not made your dinner yet.

You return from your room holding several objects, One of them in a dildo; 10 inches long and about the width of your wrist. It's a special dildo as it is covered in inch long rubber spikes. The sight of it has me shaking. "Oh God Sir, please not that, I can't take it tonight. I'm sorry I was dry. It won't happen again, I promise!" I am crying in earnest now. "Shut the fuck up fuckmeat" you say “you made the same promise last time I found you try and yet here we are. You obviously cannot be trusted to keep a promise". You walk over to me and quite calmly slap me several times across each cheek, hard. "This dildo is going into you and you will take it all without saying a word". You are speaking very softly to me. You reach over and brush a stray hair off of my face. “I am doing this because I care about you Fuckmeat. I want you to be perfect. Don't you want to be perfect for me?" I nod my head, the movement causing ripples of fresh pain in both tits.

You stand between my splayed legs and start to work the dildo into my pussy. It takes almost 5 minutes of pushing and twisting to get the dildo all the way into my tight little hole. I wriggle and thrash the whole time. I try hard not to scream but cannot help myself, especially when you twist the phallus and the spikes dig into the walls of my cunt. The whole thing is made more painful because of the pressure in my bladder. I clench my pelvic muscles to keep from wetting myself but this causes me to squeeze the dildo, digging the prongs deeper into my delicate tissues. You finally get it buried all the way to my cervix.

You walk away for a moment and come back with my pussy weight.  I normally wear it during the day. A 5 pound weight attached to a small, very narrow glass dildo.  I have to keep my cunt clenched so the weight doesn’t fall out; this keeps me nice and tight for you.  You always coat the weight with colored chalk, that way it will leave a mark on the floor if I drop it.  Tonight though, the weight isn’t for my cunt. It’s for my ass. You push the small dildo roughly into my ass. “Even though it’s small, there’s no lubrication so it still hurts. I grunt as you shove it home.  I try to keep it from falling out but squeezing it puts more pressure on my bladder.  You kick at the weight and it starts to sway like a pendulum beneath me.  My whole body is clenched trying to keep it inside of me.  You walk over and look me directly in the eye. “I’m going to order a pizza for myself; you just ate your dinner”. 

Chapter 4

I come back from ordering the pizza to check on you, I do a double take.

YOU HAVE PISSSED YOURSELF.  I grab your hair hard and slap your face. BITCH.

Never, ever piss on my stuff.

"I should make you lick it up"

You whimper and try to shut your eyes

"LOOK AT ME"

I force your head to look at me, tugging your nipple clamps

"NO...I have a better idea."  I rummage through my toy bag in the next room

and bring out several items.   First is a TENS unit. It is a black box with

a dial and several buttons. Wires lead off of it to a set of eight electro

pads. Disdainfully I wipe your cunt off and attach four of the pads, two to

each side of the pussy to form a square. The other four pair I put in each

tit, one to either side of your now raw nipples. You squirm..and a moan

comes out of your throat. You have never been punished like this, but you

know it cannot be good.

"Open your mouth wide"  You comply and I put a ball gag in your mouth,

filling it and strap it to your head. It not only fills the mouth but a chin

strap keeps you from opening your mouth any wider. I take out a black

leather hood.  There are zippers for the mouth and eyes. The hood goes over

your head and is laced tight.  I zipper the opening shut and you are totally

in the dark..restrained and helpless.

After what seems an eternity, you hear a low hum. Then a tingling...the

tingling in the pussy gets higher and higher till it feels like a hundred

small needles pricking the skin. You hear a button click and suddenly the

hundred needles become ten thousands and your cunt feels like it is on fire.

You arch your back and try to scream but all that comes out is muffled

sounds. Your breath comes in gulps, but you can only breath through your

nose. Five seconds later it stops.

Your body drops to the bench. Then it starts in the breasts...slowly and

builds..."CLICK"  You again try to scream as it feels like the nipples are

being yanked off" Your head thrashes and you are arching so much that the

only parts touching the bench are your wrists and ankles.  It stops.

I put my lips next to your leather encased head and whisper in a very stern

voice in your ear. If you ever, ever again piss on my furniture, I will not

only make you drink it, but you will feel this for 30 seconds. The

electricity though very low and safe, courses through your tits and sloppy

cunt. You can't escape, can't scream.  I stop the torture after 5 seconds. I

hold your head. "Next time it will be 15 seconds of each and if you do it

again...it gets doubled"

I undo the locks holding your cuffs to the bench and snap a leash on your

collar. I pop the clamps off your nipples and all you can do is quiver.

Crawl, fuckmeat to your cage.  On hands and knees you are lead to the garage

to the  dog crate that is your home when you are bad. Once inside your

ankles are locked together and your hands to the rings in your collar.  I

remove the dildo and the plug from your ass.  You cannot even whimper this

time. The hood and gag stay on. The door to the cage is locked and you hear

the lights click off.  "Get some sleep you slut" Tomorrow night we are going

out to play"

Chapter 5

I spend a very uncomfortable night locked in my crate. I am filthy and
cold. My body is covered in dried sweat, piss and cum. I have not been
able to move for several hours. I feel like my entire body is one big
charlie horse. I have barely slept, the evenings activities running
through my mind. How could I have disappointed Master Robert like that?
How could I have failed to present him with a wet pussy? I start to cry
inside my hood. I am a disgusting filthy dry cunt, unworthy of my master.
I must try harder to be perfect for him.

I hear noises through my hood, and then I feel my cage move. Suddenly, I
am grabbed by my collar and dragged out of my cage onto the floor of the
garage. My hood is pulled off of my head. I blink rapidly, my eyes
burning in the bright light. You lean down and unlock my hands and release
my legs. I lay there on the floor. Unable to move, my muscles ache. My
limbs unresponsive, you pick me up and dump me unceremoniously into the dog
bath you had installed last year. Before I can get my bearings, you grab
the nozzle and start to spray me down with cold water. I shriek as loud as
I can through my gag. The water is so cold. Without thinking I try to
move away from the cold spray. You crab my collar and slam my face into the
bottom of the basin. Holding me by the neck, you continue bathing me. You
blast me with cold water until I am clean. By the time you finish, my skin
is turning blue and I am shivering uncontrollably. You lift me out of the
basin and dump me onto the floor and remove my gag. "Follow me you
worthless cunt". These are the first words you have spoken to me all
morning. I start to stand up when you kick my legs out from under me. I
cry out as I fall onto the hard cement floor. “Did I tell you to get up?"
you ask. "No sir" I reply. This time when you walk away, I crawl after
you.

As we enter the house, you tell me to wait on the porch while you get me a
towel. You do not want me dripping on the floor. You return, tossing an
old towel in my direction. I dry my body and hair quickly then follow you
into the house. You sit down at the table and start reading the paper
while I go into the kitchen to prepare your breakfast. This is part of our
normal morning routine. After I prepare breakfast for you, I bring it to
you then crawl under the table and kneel between your legs, knees wide.
You like to kick me in the cunt to get my attention if you need anything.
Usually I wake you up by sucking your cock but since I was locked in the
garage, you have not had your morning blow job. You kick me then pull your
cock out of your pants, I know what to do. I lean forward and start to
suck on the tip of your cock. Suddenly, my mouth starts to fill with warm
piss. I was not expecting that. I swallow quickly, careful not to let a
single drop escape. When you finish, I open my mouth so you can tap off
those last few drops against my lower lip. You have not spoken to me the
entire time and continue to read your paper. After you finish your cereal
you drop the bowl on the floor and go into your bedroom to dress. You
always let me have any milk leftover in the bowl. I finish it quickly and
tidy up any mess in the kitchen. Despite my exhaustion, I am in a good
mood. Things seem to be getting back to normal.

"Fuckmeat come here", the sound of your voice startles me, you've been so
quiet this morning. I quickly crawl over to the door where you are
waiting. I kneel before you, knees wide, arms crossed behind my back. You
crab my chin hard. Your fingers digging into my jaw. "Listen you stupid
cunt, I do not want a repeat of last night. If I come home tonight and
find you unprepared, I will strip you naked and leave you behind the bar
where I found you. Do you understand me fuckmeat?" I nod yes, my eyes
filling with tears. Master Robert cannot mean to let me go! I am nothing
if I am not his. My heart is beating so loudly, I can barely hear what you
are saying to me. "You need to prove yourself to me again girl. If you
think I am going to make this easy for you, well you are wrong, now stand
up and bend over. Hands flat on the floor." I bend over in front of you,
my ass and cunt totally exposed. I can feel you behind me, papers
rustling. Then I feel you sliding a tampon into me, wait, not one tampon,
two! "Stand Up!” I rise and face you. You’re holding my chastity belt.
You lock it onto me, effectively keeping me away from my pussy. "Sir, how
am I supposed to keep my pussy wet if I have tampons in me and I won't be
able to masturbate?' SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. You quickly backhand me, slapping,
me three times across the face. "That is not my fucking problem!" you
yell. "You figure out how to keep that cunt warm and wet for me." You lap
me one more time and walk out the door, waving to the old lady who lives
across the street. She loves you. You are such a nice neighbor.

I shut the door behind you and prepare to start my daily chores. I was
locked up all day yesterday, so today there is a lot to do. All of my
cleaning supplies are in the closet. First thing, I must wash the living
room floor. While you wiped up the worst of the mess I made last night, it
still needs a good scrubbing. I fill a bucket with ammonia and water,
attach my nipple weights and grab a scrub brush. I get on all fours, put
the handle of the brush in my mouth and get to work. The ammonia fumes
burn my eyes and throat, but you won’t let me use anything else. Once I
used my hands to scrub the floor, I assumed you would not know the
difference. Somehow you found out and I was punished severely. It was
months ago but I am still being punished. The weights tightly clamped to
my tits are a result of that incident. It takes me a couple of hours to
clean all the floors, scrub the toilets (brush in my mouth, of course),
wipe down all the counters and vacuum. I move on to making your bed and
doing the laundry. My tits ache from the weights and my pussy is sore from
yesterday but I am very tired so I lie down on the laundry room floor for
and despite my discomfort, fall asleep quickly. I dream of Master Robert’s
cock and feel my cunt spasm gently. Despite the tampons, I should be ready
when he comes home.