0 comments/ 8034 views/ 0 favorites Kallie Slips the Leash Ch. 01 By: DoxyTrainer This whore is out there. She might be reading this. She knows who will always own her. ~ She looked like shit. She wasn't kidding, she had become fat, so very fat. I expect that she had put on at least another 50 or 60 pounds, meaning she had broken the 300 mark. It showed in her face, heavier thighs, rounded ass, and of course her already massive breasts and belly. Her dress was tight, worn thin in the places her body had thickened, a twist or turn in the wrong direction would split a seam with no effort. Her tiny fat feet had been recently cared for, a home pedicure certainly. An effort to be sure, as she would have to have maneuvered her breasts and belly out of the way to reach her toes. She curled her toes in her sandals, nervously. Her wavy hair had grown out of its last cut, down to her shoulders, it added to her general air of disrepair. She was a woman long lost, and age was beginning to take her, a wrinkle here and there despite her weight, signs of laughter and deep sorrow. In her short thick fingers, she clutched her battered phone, anxiously checking the screen for a phone call that hadn't happened yet. She sat on a brick half wall in the shade, a trickle of sweat falling into the vast chasm of her cleavage. She kept bringing her fingers to her mouth, because she wanted to bite her nails. At least she remembered that much of her rules, she checked her phone, looked around for anyone that might be watching, and readjusted her tits. In the moment, she didn't look anything like a woman who had been trained for nearly a decade to act and react like one man's perfect whore. Now in her early 40's, she did look like a huge pothead, which she was, she looked like she was at the end of her tether, which was also true. There are certain things that you can run from, and who you actually are isn't one of them. This whore had found her way back home. "Kallie." She startled, fumbling the contents of her bag onto the ground. "Oh! Master, I... " she choked a little on the words, "I am so happy to see you." Her embrace was full and used every ounce of her body. Her eyes were puffy, dilated to a point that you could not tell what color they actually were. She wept quietly. I allowed her the moment. "Enough tears, Kallie." My right hand went to the small of her back, and the left tangled in the hair at the back of her neck. I pulled her head gently back, exposing her throat to me, while pulling her soft belly into my hardened cockmeat. Her hands dropped, extended to her sides, her body was almost limp. "Yes, Daddy, I mean Master, Sir. I'm sorry." I brought my lips close to hers, almost as if I was going to kiss her. "Who's whore are you?" "Yours, Master. Always yours." "Have you been anyone else's whore since you slipped the leash?" "No Sir! I tried to date, but... " "But what?" My fingers turned in her hair, pulling her closer. "But i couldn't let myself let anyone else fuck your property without permission!" Her tears flowed freely down her face, and were lost into her cleavage. I slipped my hand from the small of Kallie's back to the buttons straining to contain her tits. I plucked the top two, as her breathing went shallow and closed her eyes. I dipped a finger into her massive cleavage chasing the teardrops. My tongue darting out to taste the saltiness on her cheek. Behind the cars, obscured from view, I whispered into her ear. "Of course you couldn't. Now how will you make it up to me that you tried?" Her trembling hands fumbled at my zipper, her hands were cold on my cock as she knelt to worship. "I'm sorry Daddy... cock... coc...k" The of the words were lost as the length and thickness of my shaft found its way down her velvety throat. She'd not lost any of her ability or her skill. "Daddy, I'm sorry... " She said as she gasped for air, her hair plastering to her wet cheeks. "I'm your whore, yours. Please take me back, I'll be good, I'll be the best whore ever. I'll clean the cum from your cock when you fuck other bitches, I'll do my chores and punish myself for your pleasure, I'll - " I pulled her head back onto my meat, the only sure way to silence her prattle. "you will do as you are told from this moment. Do not think, or decide, or any of the bullshit things that made you believe that you could be anything other than what you are." I stopped the rhythmic mouth fucking of my cock with her lips nested against my balls. She couldn't breathe like this. "you are a cheep, worthless, pothead whore whose only redeeming quality is who you belong to." She nodded her agreement vigorously, almost triggering my orgasm. "Fucking cow. " I released her head, allowing her to continue. Her hands clutched my ass, as my cum spilled down her throat. Her head bobbed and twisted masterfully extracting all but the last blast of cum, which I placed on her fore head and let slowly run down the side of her nose, lips, chin, and finally tits. She licked the spunk from her lips, reaching up for the rest. "Leave it. You can go to work that way." "Thank you Master." She was blissed out in subspace. "Oh Master?" "Yes whore?" "Will i get to meet your wife?" Kallie Slips the Leash Ch. 02 Kallie slipped the leash but realized she was lost without her Master. She had to go crawling back. ~ "How fat are you now whore?" "Fat, Master. So very fat." "Good." The last time I saw her, she was pushing the limits of the definition of the word BBW. I could only imagine what she looked like, if she thought she was that much more fat than before. My cock lengthened down my slacks. This whore was the best kind. She was broken, shaped, and hungry for any part of attention coming from her Master's direction. She was the kind of dog that came back every time she was kicked away. I'd worked hard on her training. She'd beg for the worst kinds of humiliation, and lick your asshole clean as a warm up and cool down. "How badly have you let yourself go, piggy slut?" "Completely Daddy, I am so ugly and fat." "Then why are you worth my time or attention, whore?" "Because Daddy, because I will do anything to please you, anything! Just let me come back to serve you." "This groveling whore on the phone hasn't earned the right to call me Daddy." "Yes Sir, yes Master! this whore will remember, she just wants to worship your cock and asshole again!" "whores don't talk to me about wants." "Yes Sir, yes Master! this whore will keep her whore mouth shut." I could tell from her voice on the phone, that she was incredibly and thoroughly stoned. In that state she had never been able to keep up with all of her rules and restrictions. Inevitably, she transgressed and had to be punished. It used to bother me, wrangling this fat fucking stupid whore while she was stoned out of her mind. The glassy vacant eyes, the slow wit became less cumbersome as she progressed in her initial remaking, I actually think it made it easier for her to accept what she was to become. When I broke her, her eyes would dilate, when fixed upon her Master, and her piggy mouth watered at the sight of my cock. The quality of training I invested in that whore, was not likely to change easily or at all. I proudly expect that she was ruined for any man, except her Master. No other man could fill the void where her soul used to be. Before I allowed Kallie to become my personal whore, I had her sign her soul over to me, for safekeeping. She wouldn't be needing it. "That's right sloppy cunt. If I even bother to see you, you need to remember your fucking place. How much does your fat ass weigh now?" She hesitated, ashamed. Her training compelled truth, and simultaneously filled her frame head to toe with confidence rending humiliation. "i..." Her tears had started to flow freely, years of experience with this let me know that right away. "How fat, whore?!" "i don't know, Master! This whore stopped looking when she hit 280 pounds, she stopped looking three years ago!" My cock was leaking into my boxers, I was so hard. The last time I saw her she was 260 pounds and barely 4'11", her hanging tits, massive and heavy laying across her impressive belly. My imagination ran wild with where she could have put another 40 to 60 pounds on that frame. "Have you made yourself ready before calling your Master?" "N-no Sir. This whore is a fat hairy mess." "This whore is a fat hairy groveling sloppy mess. Is this whore wasting my time?" "No Sir! This fat sloppy groveling whore will me prepared before she sees you!" "and that means?" "this whore's hairy body will be cleaned up, her feet will be made presentable, and her ass pussy retrained to accept her Master's cock!" "As it should have done the whole time." "Yes Master!" "You may masturbate tonight, but only after your ass has accepted the larger dildo for thirty minutes. Document your training, and uploaded your progress, including the shameful state you are in currently." "Thank you Master!" "Remember to clamp your udders while ass training and masturbating, I don't want your pleasure to come easy." "Yes Master, of course Master." "You may hang up the phone and start your work." "Yes Sir!" The phone went dead. I knew that out there, my once and future whore was stuffing an over-sized dildo up her asscunt. Her pussy would be dripping, aching for a cock it would never feel. In spite of my prohibition, she would scream, fuck me Daddy, at the top of her lungs while twisting her teats almost blood red. I smiled knowing her well trained mouth would soon return to where it belonged, and her degradation would once more be at my practiced hand. Kallie Slips the Leash Ch. 03 The sack over her head was strictly for my entertainment. Being blinded underscored how helpless she was and had chosen to be. The hand cuffs behind her back had to be made specifically for her, because her fat little body couldn't manage the stretch with off the shelf shackles. Of course she was gagged. I couldn't bear to hear any more of her constant barrage of thank you's, and happy weeping. I'd screwed part of a 2 liter pop bottle into a 90° angle bend making a high volume funnel feeding into the gag's hollow mouthpiece. Otherwise all 300ish pounds of her was naked, knees spread apart on the concrete of the floor. I chilled the sub-basement down to thicken her teats, and keep her shivering. When the piss hit the outside of the sack and started to fill the funnel, it should not have been a surprise to her. She jumped like she usually did while I painted her udders with urine. I was pleased to see that she held the contents in the funnel until I was finished pissing before gulping it down. She was gasping at the end, as difficult as it is to breathe through a piss-soaked bag. I watched her for a moment. If she vomited into the gag it could be... Messy. I was impressed that she kept it down. Before she slipped the leash, she would have vomited burst into tears, or acted out, practically demanding correction. True, she was still weeping, but her poise and composure in her acceptance showed true growth in her awareness of what I required in a whore. I liked the tears. Her cries, amplified through the funnel, echoed in the mostly concrete room. Exhausted, she slouched forward and her belly nearly touched the ground. I found that I was proud of her progress, of her resolve to succeed where she had failed to meet my expectations. I slid the beast between her legs. The beast is what she called my floor mounted high frequency vibrator. I learned the hard way not to use it around seismic alarms, the security company figuring it was a platoon of guys with jackhammers trying to bust open a bank vault. The beast was best used near a clit, not on a clit, so generally I like to place the knob in a whore's ass. It worked well to clean out the colon as an extra. She recognized the beast immediately, the knob coming to rest between her ass cheeks. I clicked the foot switch and the machine vibrated the whole of her body. Her immensely fat tits rolled across the grand expanse of her belly, her ass and thighs ripped twitched and gave out. She screamed as the fat knob of the beast forced it's way into her ass under her own weight. I let the orgasms take her. She shook and rattled, eventually pissing the floor herself. I filled the funnel with weight gain formula (for skinny girls) and let it slide down. I know that if I let the beast run long enough it will literally shake the shit out of the whore. I switch it off to avoid the mess. Her panting filled the room without the roar of the beast bouncing off the walls. With a twist the funnel detached from the gag, her belly rumbled swollen with conflicting contents. She rocked unconsciously on the beast, though I doubt at the moment she could even feel her asshole. "Lean forward, cunt." Her obedience was immediate, and a bit comical, as she mashed her belly and tits to the floor splashing in the puddle before her. It wasn't possible for her to get her face on the floor for all the belly and udder-flesh in the way. Her asshole left the beast with an audible pop, and a negligible gape, presented properly for fucking. I fingered the rim of her anus, tracing the distended numbed ring, adding to her shame and throaty moans before placing the funnel in her cavity. A moan that could have been a no, escaped from her. I smiled. As much improved and dedicated as she was proving to be, there was still a tiny part that objected to her training, still more to break. I tipped a pitcher of room temperature piss into the funnel, waited for it to empty, then refilled it several times finally dumping the last of the contents over her back so she could know what they were. She smelled like a the men's room in a half-star saloon. Bubbles erupted from moment to moment in the funnel providing me a smile or two. Her legs trembled, cramping certainly. I doubt she could walk or stand at this point. I uncuffed her wrists which promptly flopped in the ground with a splash. She lay there on her belly and udders, moving as little as possible, since she had not received any instruction. There was little chance at removing the beast from underneath her, but it was waterproof as part of its function, so I had little worry about it getting fucked up. She groaned with her own weight on her belly putting pressure on the contents of her bowels. I removed the funnel and watched her try heroically to clamp down her sphincter on the fluids trying to force their way out. "uhhhh, uhh... " She groaned. "Ass up in the air, face on the ground." This meant she'd have to re-position her body. I slipped the sloppy saturated sack from her face. Now that she could see, her body blushed from her piss matted hairline to the tips of her hardened nipples. As her face touched the floor, nose down in the piss, ass high in the air I lay my shock prod gently against the left cheek of her fat ass. She shock broke her composure, lost her control, and all the fullness of her bowels voided all over herself, pouring down her belly and onto her tits, pooling around her body. "No, nooooo... " The words were pretty clear in spite of her gagged mouth. I left her sobbing in her own filth for about ten minutes until she quieted down. I loosed the buckle on her gag, pulling it from her mouth. Her eyes were closed, she was covered in her own excrement, but her tears and breathing had slowed. I hosed her body down with a high pressure sprayer, purchased from a car wash supply warehouse. I knew it stung like a bitch. But she rolled in the spray, helping me to clean the shit and piss from her voluminous form. She barely cried out as I lingered the spray on her nipples, cunt and asshole. I washed the mess on the floor over to a drain, she sat dripping in the center of the floor. She wasn't shivering, her eyes followed me across the room. "May I suck your fat cock with my whore mouth?" "No. Go back to work. Use the bench." "Yes Master." She stood slowly, steadied herself, and climbed onto a custom workbench made just for her. It was part massage table, part spanking/fucking bench. Great holes in the table surface allowed her tits to dangle uncompressed while supporting the weight of her torso. Her knees and feet straddled the bench like a motorcycle, variable for a number of positions, while keeping her belly unmolested. A keyboard monitor and telephone headset rounded out her gear. "Thank you for holding, will you please state your policy number and security password?" The feeling looked like it was returning to her ass tissue, as her pucker came back to shape. I attached weighted vacuum cylinders to her dangling teets. The vacuum locked on the nipple, engorging the already thumb sized tissue, and the half-pound weight I added stretched it out. "Yes sir, anything I can do to help, yes sir, this is what I am here for... " Her double entendre was never lost on me. I clipped her choke leash around her throat, and worked my fingers into her ass. "Please hold." She closed the line as my fingers pushed into her cavity, she groaned as my third and fourth fingers reached the last knuckles. At her best, I could get half my first into her ass, before her composure broke and she'd beg to be released. Her ass was relaxed, accepting of my manipulations, she neither pulled forward or pushed back. Properly dilated, I removed my hand, reined in on her leash. Straining against the lack of air, her sphincter closed, and I slipped my cock home, into her rapidly contracting hole. Only when she'd closed to my liking did I relent and let her breathe. I fucked her without rhythm, pausing to slap her ass and enjoy the shock wave. Her ass cheeks were bright red by the time I was ready to cum. "Take the call." Her body rocked forward with the power of my thrusts, the weights on her tits banging against each other. "Thank you for holding, I am pleased to be of service. Yes Sir, I am enthusiastic about the merger, yes we have ample assets to provide for almost any contingency." My cock throbbed inside her, I tightened the leash as I got closer to orgasm. "Thank you Sir for letting me fulfill your needs." The phone call ended, but the webcams were still broadcasting her hits and following at an all-time high. The whore made me money and not a single other cock had touched her since she'd come crawling back to my ownership. "Who's whore are you?" "Yours Master!" "I think it's time we got that information tattooed on your piggy hide, so you don't forget again." "Oh thank you Master!" "The webcam is flooding with requests and bids from cocks who want to fuck your fat ass, maybe it's time to whore you out again." The phone rang. I was reaming out her ass like I had a vendetta. "Your... wife... on... line... One!" My fingers dug into the soft sweaty flesh of her hips. "Oh fuck my fat ass, Daddy!" "Take a message." "P.A.W.G. Inc. How may I direct your call? Yes ma'am, I'm afraid he's working on the intimate final touches of a big merger. Yes ma'am, it seems he's the only one around who can deliver the goods." My cock hammered inside her, the whore was already orgasming, her favorite treat was my wife's fresh juices on my cock. "May I take a message for you ma'am? Yes, reservations at his favorite restaurant for your birthday." She wrenched down on my cock, which exploded ropes of cum deep into her bowels. My body spammed as her ass milked my balls dry. "Thank you ma'am, it's my pleasure for sure." As my wife hung up the phone, I spun the bench around to face the whore to my direction. I released nipples from the weighted vacuum cylinders. They looked like two inches of deep red sausage sitting on end in six inches of puffy areola. My unruly cock pulsed. She smiled, as I slipped my slick dripping hard-on into her willing mouth. "You are the dirtiest cunt." She smiled around my cock as she licked it clean. "Yes Daddy."