2 comments/ 8797 views/ 1 favorites Ally's Letter to Jack By: Anal_Ally Dear Jack, It was really difficult for me to post this letter on 'Literotica' knowing how publicly humiliated I might be, but I have done it out of my devotion to you. I know you won't care either; I mean most women get flowers or chocolates when their ex turns up on their doorstep after ten years. What did I get; you hammering on my door at six in the morning just for me to stand there half asleep as you slapped my face with a handful of cum. "Just been thinking about your sister!" How long did it take you to come up with that line? And no, I don't doubt it was true! But when you just turned around and walked away again, I just couldn't bare you leaving again, that emptiness I feel, even when I'm with my boyfriend, that hole that only you can fill. I need you Jack! You always manage to do this to me; to leave me feeling like a desperate dumb blonde. In about ten seconds you had made me go from being sleepy... to shocked at seeing you on my doorstep... to elation at seeing you again... to shock and pain as you slapped me across the face... to anger when you sneered and said "Just been thinking about your sister"... to disgust and humiliation as I tasted your cum and realized what you meant... to utter dejection as you walked away. I mean you left me standing there, my cheek stinging and splattered with your cum; angry, humiliated, degraded, confused and disgusted, and yet at the same time desperate for you to stay in my life. All in a matter of seconds. No wonder you call me your 'fuck puppet'; you certainly know how to pull all my strings. And I know how much you'll be enjoying reading this, feeding your ego knowing I'm pouring my heart out publicly to humiliate myself just because you told me to. The power you have over me Jack, I'm yours if you want me, heart and soul! I ran after you because I need you, Jack. Surely my dropping to my knees and begging you not to go again meant something? Even after being slapped with your cum! I'm truly sorry for getting your cum on your jeans as I begged you to stay, but it was only because I need you so desperately. Surely you can't have that many women who you can slap cum in their face after not seeing them for ten years and then have them kneeling and begging in their driveway for you to stay, just to be spanked for getting cum on your jeans? Oh, Jack, surely my devotion to you means something? And as you asked; here's my description of my spanking: I was bewildered when you grabbed my hair and yanked my head from your thigh and pointed at the smear of cum I'd left on your jeans. I was so intent on making you stay I hadn't realized what I had done. I think the words you used were 'dumb cunt' as you dragged me back into my house? It all happened so fast: One minute I was kneeling on my driveway, the next I was being pulled by my hair into my house and the next you had me dangling over your knee with my bare legs and ass exposed. I had never been spanked before and fifty one seems a strange age to receive my first spanking. At first I was embarrassed at being so exposed to you and in such an undignified position. I can remember trying to squirm my way off your knees so I could cover myself until the shock of your hand slamming into my naked buttock made me realize what was happening. My God; you hit my buttock so hard and fast, I was screaming from the shock as much as the pain. I don't know how long you spanked me for? it can't have been more than a few minutes? My buttocks were burning and every slap made the sting more intense until I was so overwhelmed by the agony that I was crying and screaming. The intensity of the pain completely overrode any concerns I had about my dignity and when you finally stopped I just lay there, exposed to you, sobbing and panting from the exertion. And feeling so owned, Jack; by you. I'd never felt so 'taken', so used and, yes; so aroused. Again, you had me overwhelmed and bewildered. I mean I'm a middle-aged mom and career woman; what you had done wasn't my average morning! I just lay there feeling my buttocks throbbing with pain, trying to control my sobbing. I know it sounds silly, but I don't think at that point I was even really registering what had happened or even being conscious of you and your power over me. Then, as I lay quivering on your lap, I felt your rough, powerful hand between my thighs and a finger push into me. And this is where I just can't ignore your control over me or my subjugation to you: I was so aroused and I knew you could tell by how wet I was. I remember blushing from the shame and humiliation at the same time as I succumbed to your control over me and shamelessly bucked my hips against your hand. You know I don't behave like that normally, I'm not a slut. I wouldn't even behave like that in the intimacy of my bedroom with my boyfriend. I guess the reality is that I am a slut for you! I don't know how you have this power over me, only that you so definitely do. I was so humiliated desperately trying to reach an orgasm on your hand and it is just as humiliating now, writing about it and potentially exposing myself as your 'fuck puppet'. But after such a severe spanking to feel your hand touching me felt so intimate, like I belonged to you. It felt almost tender after the pain you had inflicted. I fell in love with you all lover again. As if it wasn't degrading enough to be lying there trying to orgasm after being spanked and with your cum still on my face, you just pushed me off your knee so that I fell to the floor, my dressing gown open and my naked, sweating body sprawled before you. I can remember looking up at you shocked and then feeling embarrassed when I saw you staring at my naked body. I felt so undignified sprawling at your feet and I was terrified you wouldn't find me attractive. I was still incredibly aroused and you looked so powerful and handsome, staring down at me with contempt. I thought you would like seeing the power you had to make me so aroused so I plucked up the courage to touch myself in front of you. The sneer you gave me was mortifying and made me realize just how much you really do own and control me. It made me want to be your 'fuck puppet', to degrade and humiliate myself for you. When you spat on me as I touched myself, your contempt for me just made me even more aroused and then when you simply stood up and walked away, leaving me lying on my floor frantically stroking myself with my sore buttocks and wearing your cum and spit, I knew I was yours to own and destroy. I so desperately wanted to orgasm, but I wanted it to be for you and you simply didn't care. I understand that now; my pleasure is irrelevant to you. I'm just a set of holes for you to use and I really do want to be a good 'fuck puppet' for you. You left me stroking myself and I came seconds after you left and then I cried. I cried because you were gone, because of the humiliation, because of the pain in my buttocks and because I realized I had no way of contacting you. My God, how you can subjugate me in a matter of minutes; it terrifies me how intensely you made me feel after ten years and in less than ten minutes. Please Jack, I beg you, don't have walked back into my life for a flash and then be gone again! I need you, I yearn for you. I was miserable all day, sitting at work with my bruised buttocks reminding me that my disgrace that morning was all too real. I realized that the horrible truth was that I didn't mind the humiliation, the degradation or the pain, in fact you had just shown me that I needed it. But I hate the thought that you've gone again and that was what made me so miserable. So you can imagine how happy it made me when I got home from work to find your note; 'Write up what happened this morning. Publish it on 'literotica'. Impress me and I might let you ruin yourself for me. Make sure everyone knows why you are doing this. Include being spanked.' Thank you, Jack, from the bottom of my heart for this opportunity to earn a place as your 'fuck puppet'. I will do anything for you Jack; leave my boyfriend, be your 'fuck puppet', anything that I can do to please you, I will. So, I've done it Jack. I have published this letter to you on 'Literotica'. I beg you not to ignore me, to let me be your 'fuck puppet' (You might be surprised, but I already had an account. Please don't laugh if you read my other submissions; I think I was just working through my feelings from getting divorced. And yes, my username is the humiliating pet name you had for me; surely that shows how devoted I have been to you over the years?) I'm really anxious that this letter might not get published, but then I'm anxious of revealing my humiliation so publicly. When you wrote that you 'might let me ruin myself for you', I think I want to do that for you. It won't be easy. I mean I'm a Mom and I've got a career. To agree to ruining myself in subjugation to you is going to be so difficult, but it is what I want and I promise I will try. At the moment I am too shy to post a picture with my begging letter but I do understand that I will have to forego any pretence of anonymity if I'm to ruin myself for you. I promise I'll try to do better if you actually do get in touch and let me be your fuck puppet. I hope that's okay and if you do decide I am worthy of being ruined by you, I promise I will try and get past my fears and reticence to destroy my reputation for you. I really, really do understand how ruining myself is honoring you. Nothing else is really enough, but please Jack, if you do accept me as a 'fuck puppet' please give me time to adjust. It's not going to be easy over riding fifty plus years of being a feminist, a Mom and a successful career woman to become a publicly humiliated 'fuck puppet', but it is truly what I want. For you I will betray my gender, feminism, my family and myself. I want you to make me an example of what a true 'fuck puppet' should be. I am offering you this chance to ruin me, knowing full well that once you have you will just dump me and leave me disgraced and humiliated; as you should. I stood in front of my mirror tonight, dressed in my salesperson suit. I saw a respectable middle-aged divorcee, an empowered feminist and respected Mother. All of this I offer to you to destroy and it makes me so aroused that you have given me this opportunity. The feel of my bruised buttocks under my suit makes me so aroused at how much of a slut you made of me this morning. Please Jack, I am begging you; make me your 'fuck puppet' and ruin me. I want to be degraded and humiliated in your name. Please make it happen. By the time you cast me aside make sure that nobody can ever take me seriously again. I wrote this letter the moment I read your note. I can't bare not hearing from you. I hope it is good enough for you. You are my everything. Thank you for slapping me with your cum... Thank you for spanking me... Thank you for spitting on me... And thank you for this opportunity to beg you to ruin all that I am. I am going to bed to touch myself thinking of you and your brief but all consuming visit this morning. Yours with absolute devotion, Anal Ally Ally's Letter to Jack Pt. 02 Dear Jack, It has been 7 days since you re-appeared in my life and slapped my face with your cum. 7 days of feeling empty because you have not been around... 7 days of not knowing if or when you will appear... 7 days of fantasising and stroking myself to memories of you; Your powerful, broad shouldered body... Your handsome face... Your overpowering presence as you slapped me with your cum. I am almost permanently aroused and find myself obsessively thinking of you. My pussy feels like she is always wet for you and she's so frustrated and aching for your touch. Please Jack, call round and use me as your 'fuck puppet', I'm so desperate for you, I need to see you, for you to use me and ruin me. Sex with my boyfriend is just pathetic now. His tenderness and sycophantic adoration aren't what I desperately need since you re-appeared. Part of me hates feeling this way; I'm betraying him. He's a gentle, caring, and nurturing partner (everything you're not!) and he has been wonderful to me in the years since you dumped me. I thought I was happy and he was 'the one', but now, after you re-appeared and slapped me with your cum, spanked me just to leave so suddenly, all I can think about is you and the power you have to subjugate me. He made love to me last night and it felt so insipid: I found myself yearning for your strong hands and body to take me, to use and degrade me. Needless to say, I came with him inside me but thinking of you and my willing subjugation to your every whim. (I'm assuming my orgasm denial doesn't include when I'm with my boyfriend?) Where are you, Jack? Anyway, as promised here is my second letter publicly exposing my humiliation at your command. I think I'm starting to understand why you're having me do this and the thought both excites and terrifies me. When you 'commented' on my first letter demanding 'more detail' it made me realise just how sadistically kinky your idea of these letters is: It's about me willingly providing a public record of my own humiliation and degradation, parading my desperate and private needs, betraying feminism, myself, everything I hold dear to become your 'fuck puppet'. My guess is that once I have publicly detailed every humiliating moment of my willing descent from suburban middle-aged career woman to desperate 'fuck puppet', you'll destroy my anonymity, back up these letters with photographs and leave me ruined and disgraced by my own words. It is so deliciously wicked and truly terrifying at the same time that it makes my pussy so wet that I'm stroking her as I write this. I mean, I can't deny my own words. That's it isn't it? Is that what this is all about? It's so difficult Jack, not seeing you, not hearing from you other than the 1 comment to the first letter and the one e-mail of instructions. Why do you not reply to me? So far I have managed to do everything you have commanded and even though I am truly grateful at the gentle pace you have set me, it has been a very difficult week and I feel like my life has changed completely. I'm not complaining, Jack, not at all; I just wanted you to know that your 'fuck puppet' is trying really hard even though the tasks sound easy enough. So here's my detailed account of completing your tasks, my Master: I bought the disposable gloves and lubricant. The 'prominent position' I chose to display them was the sitting room table: Right in the middle. So far my son and daughter have both visited with their partners and asked why I've got them on the table. Both times I blushed crimson even though I'd prepared an excuse about a new sales product for work. God knows what they think of me? The worst was my sister: She spotted the gloves and lubricant immediately and just gave me a scornful look. "It's not up to me what you do in private Ally, but at least keep your toys hidden!" I made it even worse by trying to tell her my excuse and becoming all flustered and blushing. Samantha just laughed at me. Knowing you were thinking of Sam when you came and then slapped me with the very same cum, made her laughing at me even more humiliating. Boyfriend was easier; I just told him "it was in case he got lucky". He gave me a funny look but let it go! And that's everyone who's seen them so far. It is so difficult when people are actually there and I go into a fluster and panic. But afterwards knowing this is the first step in ruining myself and my reputation for you makes my pussy so wet. When I'm in the house alone my pussy tingles every time I see the gloves and lubricant on the table. The thought that you might turn up at anytime to finger my ass has me constantly aroused. I truly am your 'Anal Ally'.  I'm doing everything else that you commanded too: I come in from work and take off my work trousers and panties right at the door. Most days my panties are actually damp from the sexual frenzy you've got me in! To make sure there is 'easy access to my ass', I've bought a pleated mini-skirt that can lift up easily. I change into it straight away. I've told my son, my daughter and sister that I've started playing tennis; they must think I play tennis an awful lot! Once I'm home I'm keeping my ass lubricated and I check it every hour to make sure it is always ready on the off-chance you'll call round. I can't believe how aroused I am spending my evenings keeping my ass prepared for your fingers even though you never visit! I've also been doing the 'ass stretching' you commanded. I've been going to bed at 10pm each night and spending an hour stretching my ass. Each session is difficult at first but by the end of the hour I can comfortably take my 2" diameter dildo. Being made to 'stretch my ass' every night is difficult because the rim of my ass is often a bit sensitive and swollen from the previous session but I have been a good 'fuck puppet' and done my 'ass stretching' every night, apart from last night when my boyfriend was round. (I've sent you the before and after pictures as promised.) Your command that I obey one anonymous e-mail sent in response to my published letter turned out to be an easy one, luckily. The command I got was to go to work not wearing any panties or bra, expose my cleavage and masturbate at work. I did it in the toilet, only to the edge of orgasm, as you won't let me cum.  Not being allowed to wear a bra or panties was more difficult as I was doing a presentation on a sales pitch I had designed. I decided I should obey as best as possible if I'm going to be a good 'fuck-puppet' for you, so I removed the jacket of my suit and did the presentation in a white blouse, braless and with my cleavage exposed. The difference in response was mortifying even though it was a crowd I knew quite well. There was no deference for my presentation and even sneers from the more sexist members of the team. In one twenty minute presentation I think I ruined my status as a respected sales person with at least three of the more Neanderthal members of the team. Ron, a colleague who I have never liked leering at me, took obvious delight in enjoying my breasts as I delivered my presentation and I heard him sneer his typical sexist drivel to his colleague: "You know what they call a blonde with a good idea?" "A golden retriever!" Knowing my attire was fuelling his belief that women are just sex objects and encouraging his vile humour would normally have revolted me, but I thought about how I can only ruin myself if I accept and actively encourage such behaviour. So instead I made sure I chatted to Ron at the break and even took his piggy comments with a flirty appreciation. As this fits so nicely with your plan to ruin me and as you have demanded more detail, here's the bits I think you'll enjoy from my break time conversation, it was only very brief: Ron: "Nice fun-bags Ally, you should air them more often" Me: "Thanks Ron." (You know I would normally not even allow such a comment from a sexist pig like Ron, but I even wanted to undo another button on my blouse right in front of him, but I just wasn't brave enough.) Ron: "Yeah, they're not bad; even made your presentation bearable, but you could probably do with a tit-job. Bigger the better right?" Me: "Thanks Ron, I'll be sure to think about that." The rest was mainly idle chat with Ron openly staring at my cleavage the whole time. After the presentation I had to stroke my pussy in the toilets again, she was so wet from beginning to ruin myself for you. Again, I did not allow myself to orgasm. So, hopefully you and my mystery e-mailer will be pleased with your 'fuck puppet' this week, Jack? •I got the plastic gloves and lubricant and suffered the humiliation of my family and boyfriend seeing them. (tick) •I take off my trousers and panties and change into my pleated mini-skirt as soon as I get in from work and then keep my ass lubricated all night in case you call in to finger my ass. (tick) •I did 'ass stretching' exercises every night (apart from one) and sent you the pictures. •I obeyed an e-mail from a reader of my first letter, and I even made sure it fitted with what your plan to ruin me. (tick) I know in lots of ways these tasks were quite easy as they are mainly private, but they've still caused me an overwhelming amount of humiliation...and excitement. I know you set me the fourth task and I honestly wanted to obey, but it is just so difficult. I will do it, but only if this becomes more than just an e-mail correspondence. I need to see you Jack. I'm making huge sacrifices for what could all just be a big joke from your point of view. Please give me some sign that you want me to be your 'fuck puppet' and I'll promise to obey. I'm not making demands, Jack, I just need a bit of re-assurance before I degrade myself further for you. But you're right that my story 'cum sponge' is a mainly true story, but I can't just send it to Carl and tell him that. It's just too much, too soon. Like I say, if you actually see me and show me this is real then I'll swallow my dignity and send it to Carl. I promise. But I don't know if I can keep doing this with absolutely nothing back from you Jack. I really do want to be your 'fuck puppet', but to have my life turned upside down by a ten minute visit and then for me to be obeying all these orders without even knowing if I'll see you again is unbearable. I mean the thought of debasing myself like I am doing for you when you might not even turn up again is terrible to me. Please Jack, if this is to continue, please at least let me see you! Yours devotedly, Ally Jones Ally's Letter to Jack Pt. 03 Dear Jack, I'll up my game I promise. I apologised to the anonymous reader who called me 'hopeless' for not obeying you and for asking for re-assurances. I know now that it was wrong and I promise not to do it again. I promise not to orgasm, even with my boyfriend. It was so dumb of me to think I could cum without your permission. I understand why you punished me; I had failed you, yet again. So as I write my third letter to you, my Master, your dumb blonde slut is truly sorry for failing you: •For asking for re-assurances when my place is simply to serve you unconditionally. •For not obeying you out of fear when pleasing you is the only thing that should matter. •For having an orgasm without permission. I can't believe how much I can get wrong in one week. I am such a dumb blonde and I hope that you can forgive me. I hope I have done better since; I sent Carl a link to my story 'cum sponge' so he knows now that I have eaten his cum and that I have fantasized about him dominating me. I also invited him to stay with me over the Christmas break but he hasn't replied yet. If he doesn't reply soon I'll even send him a begging e-mail. My ass stretching exercises have kept the rim of my ass swollen and protruding so I feel sticky there all day. I'm gaping my ass with my fingers every night and I can now comfortably work up to pulling my ass apart with three fingers from each hand. This has meant that in the evenings I sit on a little purple towel so that the lubricant doesn't drip out of my ass onto the sofa. I've started sitting with a blanket over my lap so visitors don't see my silly skirt and leaking ass. I'm only seeing my boyfriend once a week and I'm going over to his house because I am so scared of you turning up and finding me not wearing the silly pleated skirt and my ass all lubricated. I have been sucking him to make sure I do not have an orgasm, which he seems to be really enjoying. Thank you, Jack for honoring me with your visit. Here is my description, as promised: Your first visit was two weeks after you slapped my face with your cum. For two weeks I had come in from work, changed into my silly pleated mini-skirt and lubricated my ass just in case you visited. I felt so silly doing this ritual, my pussy aching to be touched, just to wander up to bed disappointed again and stretch my ass for you. I had practically given up on you and was thinking this was all just a sick joke. Your hammering on my door woke me up at 6am and I rushed out of bed to answer it. As always there was a big pool of lubricant on my sheets; I have to change them every day but I love doing that, knowing I am serving you. When I answered the door you just yanked my dressing gown down my arms so that I was exposed fully naked on my doorstep. I was so thrilled to see you that I just wanted to kneel and suck your cock in servitude but you grabbed my right breast and pulled me outside and over to the garbage bin. You made me open the lid and climb inside. I remember thinking how clumsy I must look to you, my naked ass wobbling as I grazed my inner thighs on the rim of the garbage bin. Without a word you closed the lid and left me shivering and confused in the stinking darkness. I didn't dare open the lid because you obviously wanted it shut. You came back an hour later and lifted the lid. The first thing I noticed was the gloves on your hands and then, leaning over the bin rim you slowly let your spit dribble onto my naked breasts. "This is for cumming without permission." You told me and tipped the entire contents of a dog waste bin over me. "This is for your whiny second letter." You told me and poured a bucket of icy water over my head. "And this is for not sending your story to Carl." You told me and began filling the bin with all sorts of things from my house; my clean washing, my purse, books from my book case, ornaments; just anything that you could ruin. "Think about it, fuck puppet!" You told me, slamming shut the bin and leaving me shivering in the puddle of icy water, covered in dog waste and feeling so disappointed with myself. You left me in the garbage bin all day and I want to thank you Jack for helping me be a better 'fuck puppet' for you. Treating me like garbage and leaving me in the darkness really helped me reflect on how I was letting you down and I realized just how much I wanted to serve you, to be ruined and destroyed by you, and then I understood. You were making me feel what it would be like to be your 'fuck puppet'; used, humiliated and eventually ruined and thrown away; like garbage. Thank you Jack, for taking the time to show this dumb blonde what she should already have known. You are such a generous Master. I stroked myself to the edge of orgasm at least eight times in the garbage bin and you finally let me out at 6pm. You looked so handsome and powerful standing with your hands on your hips as I clambered out of the garbage bin and knelt at your feet. I wanted to kiss your feet but I knew I was too disgusting, covered in dog waste, to be allowed to touch you. Instead you ordered me inside for a shower and I was shocked at what you had done to my home. Every internal door was gone and all my blinds and curtains. When I turned on the shower, so desperate to feel clean and warm again, the water was freezing cold: You had had the gas disconnected. But none of this mattered at all compared to the honor of sharing my bed with you. High on my newfound understanding of my role as almost human garbage, my body craved your strong touch. When I came out of the shower you watched me do my ass-stretching exercises and it made me so proud to show you how gaped my ass now is. Then you had me lie on my back and bent my ankles right up to my head. I thought that was it; the lesson with the garbage and my ass stretched you would take me anally, but you had yet to deliver the worst part for me: You handed me a photograph of Samantha and had me hold it up for you as you fucked my ass. You literally used my gaping ass to wank off to my sister and you were generous enough to let me have a fabulous anal orgasm. I had missed your cruel domination of me, your willful disregard of my feelings, being your fuck-puppet' to be used by your magnificent cock. You fell asleep with my lips upon your flaccid cock and I was in ecstasy. I made you toast for breakfast, as I have no gas to cook with, and brought it to you in bed. I licked and sucked your cock as you ate and then as I slobbered on your erect cock you told me who the first person I would ruin myself for was going to be Samantha. You want me to talk Samantha into having a romantic meal with you, where I will serve you both and you will show Samantha that I am your 'fuck puppet'. But worse than that, you want me to play an active role in making Samantha betray my brother with you. You are right that their marriage is struggling and that Sam hasn't left mainly because of the need for financial security, so yes, I will sign my house over to Sam so that she has the money to divorce my brother and live comfortably. This is going to make my brother hate me if he ever finds out; betraying him out of my need to be your 'fuck puppet' and I'm sure Sam will enjoy every moment; she's never liked me much anyway. But I will do it, thanks to your lesson with the garbage and not whine at all. You are right that I deserved the 'hopeless' comment to my last letter and hopefully I am a better 'fuck puppet' with this submission. And that's the only time I have seen you. It's really difficult having no gas in my house because it means no heating and no hot water. I've been mainly eating cereals and fruit or using the electric oven, so cooking is not so bad and I wash up by boiling the kettle. Having all the doors and curtains gone makes me feel exposed and vulnerable so, especially with the cold, I've been going to bed early to keep warm and do my ass-stretching exercises. I'm ending my exercises with a coke can inserted in my ass which I can do quite easily now, I hope that makes you proud of your 'fuck puppet'. The e-mail I chose to obey was from the same person as last time. I chose it because it meant my humiliation stayed within the same group of people. I had to give Ron a blow job at work. I knew Ron liked the view of my breasts under my blouse so I went to work without a bra and with an extra button undone. It somehow seemed easier after my garbage lesson to behave like a ditzy bimbo for Ron and re-affirm his sexist notions about women. I asked Ron if he could help me find something in the store room, acting like a helpless bimbo and Ron, squeezing my ass, said "Sure sweet-cheeks." The fact that my ditzy blonde routine was encouraging Ron to see me as a sex object had my pussy wet because I knew I was ruining my reputation and this is what you want me to do. I took Ron into the store room and calmly knelt at his feet. "Ron, I'd like to suck your cock, if that's okay?" I asked him matter-of-factly. Ron just grinned, leaning back against the wall. "Help yourself, cum-bunny" I know you'll love that someone called me 'cum-bunny', Master and I am so proud to serve you. There's not much to say about the blow-job; I worked as hard as I could to bring Ron off, I opened my blouse when he asked and used my breasts to stroke his cock for a while. He came in my mouth and wiped himself clean on my blouse and just walked out saying "Not bad, Ally." So hopefully Jack, your dumb slut has redeemed herself a little. At the start I had failed you in three ways: •By asking for re-assurances when my place is simply to serve you unconditionally. •By not obeying you out of fear when pleasing you is the only thing that should matter. •By having an orgasm without permission. I've tried not to ask for anything from you, Master and obeyed your command to send Carl the link to my story. I also thanked the person who called me 'hopeless' in a comment to your second letter and I am cock-blocking my boyfriend to make sure I don't orgasm without permission. On top of that I'm living without curtains or gas and am happy to do so as your dumb fuck puppet and I will set up your date with Sam. If it all goes ahead like you hope I'll transfer my house to her name. And I sucked Ron's cock quite happily thanks to your attitude readjustment. I hope this letter doesn't disappoint you, my Master. Yours devotedly, Ally Jones Austin, Texas Ally's Letter to Jack Pt. 04 Dear Jack, First of all thank you for letting me have the curtains and gas back for the duration of Carl's stay and the door to his bedroom. Carl's obviously reading these letters now that I linked him in, so I'm going to list all of the rules that you and Carl have given me so that we all know what is expected of me when he comes to stay: 1)Even though the hot water is available. It is only for Carl's use. 2)I will only put the heating on when Carl requires it. 3)I will change into my silly pleated mini-skirt within sixty seconds of arriving home and will also have lubricated my ass. I will not wear anything else unless I have visitors. 4)I will do my ass-stretching exercises for 1 hour every night. 5)I will pay Carl $1,000 per load of cum. 6)I will do all the housework and wait upon Carl as my guest. I've told Carl to report every infraction to you so that I can be punished. Oh Jack, it's truly terrifying and so arousing at the same time thinking about what you are turning me into: it was only 3 or 4 weeks go that I was a middle-aged divorcee, career woman and mum, and now I'm preparing to serve my son's best friend and pay him for his cum, stretching my ass every night and helping you seduce my sister. Not only that, I've gone from being in a monogamous loving relationship with my boyfriend to having sucked off a work colleague and taken your cock up my ass. You really have turned me into a slut; thank you from the bottom of my heart, my Master. I broke up with my boyfriend; I just couldn't juggle everything and obviously you are the one who owns my body and soul, Jack. I think I'm well on the way to being ruined by you, betraying myself, my family and my gender just to serve you. Thank you for this honor, Jack. Even without further instructions from an anonymous e-mail I have ended up being seen as the 'office slut'. Ron predictably bragged about his 'cum-bunny' blow job and the whole office knows about it. I get filthy looks from all the women and most of the men have asked me when I'm going to suck them off. I've lost any respect I had at work, and I only just manage to manage my team out of my seniority, but there's no willingness to support my leadership; all I get are sneers or snide remarks. Obviously Ron's the worst, using every opportunity to reference his 'cum-bunny' blow job. For example, when the receptionist was taking the rounds for lunch and it got to my choice, Ron shouted across the office that Ally likes sausage and white sauce. I just had to stand there and blush. This is really real for me Jack, and excruciatingly humiliating but so sexy knowing I'm ruining myself for you, actually doing it. The shorter skirts and no bra rule along with the bleached hair have all helped my colleagues to no longer view me as a respectable career woman and I'm treated a lot of the time as the office bimbo. The other big joke at the office is the daily blow-jobs you told me to give Ron. The whole team know why we pop into the store cupboard and they have even cheered when I come out, wiping my mouth or buttoning up my blouse. Last week Ron deliberately didn't lock the door and as he blasted his cum into my face he pushed the door open so that I literally had a public facial. There's just no going back from something like that and it was a step too far for Alice on reception. She put in a complaint about me and it's only my sales figures that have saved my job. I'm on an official last warning, not that it matters given the presentation you're making me do next week. I'm so scared someone will call the police for indecent exposure or something, or that I get sectioned, but I'm preparing to ruin my career for you Jack. I've bought the 'cum-bunny' ears and I'll wear them for my presentation. I've decided to use 'the wheels on the bus' melody, but with these words that I'll act out: "The tits on the blonde go bounce, bounce, bounce, The tits on the blonde go bounce, bounce, bounce, All day long The mouth on the blonde goes gobble, gobble, gobble, The mouth on the blonde goes gobble, gobble, gobble, All day long The cunt on the blonde goes dribble, dribble, dribble, The cunt on the blonde goes dribble, dribble, dribble, All day long The ass on the blonde goes gape, gape, gape, The ass on the blonde goes gape, gape, gape, All day long" I thought it was suitably bimbo like and objectifying for the ruining of my career. Please let me know if I need to do something different. I will make sure I link the whole team to these letters once I am fired. It's going to be really difficult the next few weeks, Jack; I've got to serve Carl in my silly mini-skirt for three weeks and I know I'm going to just die of humiliation when I actually see him. God knows what he thinks of me? And then the presentation: It's going to take everything I've got to stand up there and ruin my career, but the thought of doing it for you just makes my pussy so wet. She wants you all the time, Jack. She needs you. Okay, so here's the update as always; I called round to my brothers and talked Sam into a meal with you. It felt horrible betraying my brother, being the catalyst for his wife's betrayal, but you are right as always, my Master; it is a definite way of ruining my relationship with my brother and that is what you want. The day of the meal I spent all day in my silly pleated mini-skirt and with my ass lubricated in case you called round early. The food preparation took all day, especially with the gas off. I turned it on an hour before the meal so that you and Sam would be nice and warm. I've got to say that the meal was one of the hardest tasks you have had me do. I'm not whining (I promised not to), I just thought hearing how hard it was for me might make your fucking Samantha even hotter. Serving you as you charmed Sam with your handsome looks and gorgeous broad shoulders filled me with jealousy and I could see Sam was enjoying every minute of it. You knew Sam would be more likely to sleep with you if she knew it hurt me, didn't you? You are just so wonderful at playing women, Jack. No wonder I'm such a willing 'fuck-puppet". And the difference between Sam and I just reinforced how far you have brought me, Jack. Here was a woman being wined and dined by you, using all your charms as I scurried around in a silly pleated mini-skirt and top, lubricant dribbling out of my ass and down my thighs. After the meal was the most excruciating part when you were both tipsy and you decided then to show Sam your 'fuck puppet'. You made me do my ass stretching exercises in front of Sam and it was awful and exhilarating at the same time: Awful to openly display my ruined ass and my absolute subjugation to my sister, but such an arousing moment to be doing it for you. But the most delectably cruel bit was your prepared dénouement; having me stroke my desperate pussy to the edge of orgasm over and over, just for you to deny me. I don't know how long I lay before you both with my gaping ass on display, stroking my aching pussy just for your amusement, but it felt like hours before you had Sam finally kneel beside me with my signed document handing over the house to her. You held my thighs apart and as soon as I began to orgasm you yelled at me to remove my hands. I shot my arms up above my head and Sam placed the deed over my bucking bald pussy and signed the deed, stabbing my swollen clit with the ball point pen as I climaxed right through the signing. Oh God, Jack. It was the most humiliating thing ever and the most erotic; having my orgasm controlled and then nearly ruined and then able to climax only because Sam took my house. The idea was delicious and so twisted; to have Sam control my orgasm as she took my house. It really does mean that I have climaxed to my own ruining of my life and even more humiliating, I am recording it here for you. You took Sam to my bed and made love as I cleared up the dishes and the house. In the morning Sam left for work and you had me suck your magnificent cock within minutes of it being inside my sister. With you having just fucked Sam it took me over forty minutes of licking and sucking her juices before I could get you hard and swallow your lovely cum. I was late for work, but given the presentation next week, it doesn't really matter. The e-mail I chose to obey was to manage to get an apple inside my ass. Given I can now easily insert a coke can after about ten minutes of gaping, I didn't think this would be too hard. It was actually quite fun popping to the supermarket and choosing an apple, knowing where it was going to end up. Anyway, I did my usual ass stretching exercises and once my ass was gaping and swollen I pushed the apple against my ass. I wasn't prepared for the sudden way the apple shot inside me once it passed fully stretching my ass rim. It felt like you were fisting me. It took me over an hour of sweating and pushing before I managed the technique and expelled the apple from my ass. The process hurt a lot and left my ass gaping and in spasms as the apple rolled away. I will send you the pictures as always. So this is it, Jack. It's actually real now: My career ends next week and I'm the office slut anyway, I've destroyed my brother's marriage, I've lost my house, I've lost my boyfriend, my sister knows I'm 'Anal Ally; your fuck puppet' and has actually watched me stretch my own ass. My son's friend is coming to stay with all those rules I have to obey. I have never been so horny my Master, thank you for ruining me. Yours devotedly, Ally Jones Ally's Letter to Jack Pt. 05 Dear Jack, That's it; I'm officially fired, but I got through the whole presentation. I stripped in the toilets and entered the boardroom in a long coat. When it was my turn to deliver my presentation my legs went all wobbly, but I got up there, dropped the coat and put on my 'cum-bunny' ears. The board actually cheered. I kind of rushed the whole thing out of nerves I guess, but I sang the whole song, playing with my body parts as I sang about them. Ron was a big help in making sure the boardroom allowed the show; he was full of whoops and cheers and made the whole thing seem like a bit of fun. But Jack, when I got to the last verse and sang "the ass on the blonde goes gape, gape, gape" and turned round and spread my ass cheeks, I didn't realize just what you had done to me. There was just a shocked silence as I sang away, holding my gaping ass open with my new tattoo across my lower back; 'ANAL ALLY'. The silence was worse than all the cheering and my voice sounded so loud as I bravely finished singing. When I was done, even Ron just sat looking gob smacked and I stood there naked in my 'cum-bunny' ears waiting for the inevitable 'Your fired'. It happened but my boss also called the police and I spent the afternoon in a police cell being charged for 'indecent exposure.' So as I write this letter to you Jack, I'm unemployed with a criminal record and with a reputation amongst my ex-work colleagues as a crazy slut. All I wanted to do was touch myself in the police cell thinking of just how far I have come for you. Sam has had me take out every credit card going so she can spend, spend, spend until they're maxed out and my credit rating is ruined. She doesn't even let me have any money unless I earn it by doing chores for her. When Sam made my brother move out to live with you, I did as you told me to, and went round to visit my brother at the motel. He was so upset, telling me how much he really loved Sam so it took everything I had to tell him I had orchestrated the whole thing and destroyed his marriage, just because I want to be your 'fuck-puppet'. He won't even speak to me anymore. Both my son and daughter, and their partners, are appalled and are boycotting me at the moment to show support for my brother. It is so hard living in my brothers house with you and Sam, when I need you so much and have to watch you and Sam being a couple. Watching her make you cum on her wedding ring and then having me lick it off was just cruel and Sam loves degrading me. She's much worse when you're not there. The other day she took me for a 'doggie walk' which basically meant going out in my silly pleated mini-skirt and a bikini top and shivering in a field as she made me play 'fetch'. Sam had one of those plastic ball throwers so she could have me running around with the minimum of effort from her. It lasted two whole hours, with me panting and sweating as I ran to retrieve the ball from sharp shrubs, freezing cold rivers, and over barbed wire fences. By the time she was finished my naked flesh was scratched and grubby all over. Then I had to get back and prepare supper for you both. I'm not whining, I promise Jack, but you really have no idea how hard Sam works me when you're not there. Sam's also supervising my 'ass stretching' sessions when you're out and making me work much harder. She had me repeatedly push an apple up my ass and squeeze it out again for a whole hour. My ass burned for the whole day. I've even been incontinent in my panties without even feeling it after some of her sessions. I've got Carl coming to stay in a few weeks in the house that now belongs to Sam, so I've been cleaning the house in preparation. It's almost gone too far for me to really be too bothered about one more person seeing me ruined, but then I still get nervous at the idea of actually meeting him. I had no idea that Carl had shown my son these letters, but apparently all my family know and are disgusted with me. So I've ruined my reputation at work, lost my job, lost my family's respect, ruined my brother's marriage and am being treated as a slave by Sam. On top of all that I'm penniless and Sam intends to bankrupt me. And yes Master, my pussy is so aroused at everything I have achieved, including the tattoo. I've never felt more alive and free as I do now I have nothing and am nothing. You are a God to me Jack. I want Sam to degrade and humiliate me because it's a way of showing my sacrifices to you. Thank you Master for changing my life. I've thought really hard about how I can ruin myself further for you, my Master and Sam and my readers have offered some frightening suggestions. I humbly present some suggestions of how I might further ruin myself for you: •Seduce my best friend's husband on their silver wedding anniversary. There's a big party arranged and nearly everyone I know will be there. I would become hated by all my friends. •Have me beg my ex-husband to take me as a slave. I hate him for his infidelity, so Sam thinks he would make my ideal Master and that I should suck him off in my old wedding dress. •Alter my body with tattoos and piercings until I am ridiculous. Any or all of these things will I do for you Master. I understand that you want to ruin me completely and these things will certainly help. These ideas make me so wet and I would love to cum but Sam has put me in a chastity belt. I hate how hard it is to keep clean in the belt and I hate how I can't really wear trousers because people can see the belt. It gets cold outside and that makes me colder and it gets itchy if I get hot, but I am honored to wear my belt for you, Master. Sam also suggested making me work as a prostitute but I wouldn't even know what to do and it's just a horrid idea? I live for the times when you take me, even if it has to be when Sam is there. I know I'm much more devoted to you than she can ever be and I'm no longer jealous of her, well only when I see her touching you. I know my role and my sacrifices make me something totally different to a girlfriend and in that way I am something special to you. I am your ruined fuck puppet; Anal Ally, and the further I can go, the more special this becomes. Please could I ask for an orgasm for Christmas, my Master and thank you for ruining me this far. The e-mail I chose to obey was to offer myself to Ron as his 'fuck-buddy'. Sam makes this difficult by making me earn release from my chastity belt, but so far I'm seeing Ron twice a week. Given my display at work, it's hardly surprising that the sex is degrading and humiliating. But being treated like a cum dump by Ron makes me so wet because it is another aspect of my ruined reputation and I have to try really hard not to orgasm as he fucks me senseless. Yours devotedly, Ally Jones (Anal Ally; your dumb fuck puppet) Ally's Letter to Jack Pt. 06 Dear Jack, I don't know how I ever found time to hold down a full-time job. There just isn't enough hours in the day to fit in everything you, Sam and Ron expect of me. Take today, for example. I was up at 4am to wash down my body with a bowl of cold water because I'm not to wake you or Sam up by using the shower. It takes me half an hour to make sure I'm clean under my belt. Then I have to push the lubricant up the hole at the back into my ass. Today's early morning chore was to wash and polish both of your cars so I was out scrubbing, polishing and vacuuming your cars in my silly pleated mini-skit and bikini top. I managed to finish by 6am and rushed to start cooking your breakfasts. Even that takes 45 minutes because of Sam's demanding menu. So by the time you and Sam wake up with me kneeling by your bed, I've already been up for 3 hours, my hands are ruined from all the scrubbing and polishing and I am already shattered. Having to sleep in a dog basket really isn't helping. This morning Sam had me slap my breasts with a wooden spoon to amuse you both as you ate your breakfasts. Then I washed up your breakfast dishes as you and Sam made love. I hated hearing how much pleasure you gave her as I scrubbed the dishes, wishing it was me. Today was one of the days I dread because Sam was off work and as soon as you left I heard Sam call me; "Here, fuck puppet!" My breakfast was licking your cum out of Sam's pussy as she used the wooden spoon to tap out a beat on my head. It hurt a lot and my scalp is all bumpy, but Sam let me edge myself as I licked her so it was worth it. So it's 9am and I've not stopped since 4am, my head aches, my breasts ache and I really need to pee, but Sam won't let me out of the belt for another 6 hours. Sam made me kneel by the bath and wash her body and as usual she made me kneel on the stone slab. My knees are getting really swollen from doing this everyday and they ache more each time. Then I dried Sam, dressed her, made her a coffee and completed my household chores up until 11am. We went out for lunch so I loaned a top off Sam for the price of 20 strokes of the cane that night. Sam had a salad at a fast food joint and Sam bought me a burger, took me to the toilets, undid my belt and made me shove it up my pussy for later. With the belt back on, still desperate for a pee, my pussy stuffed with burger, Sam took me to the tattoo parlor. As a surprise for you she had her friend Ginger tattoo 'CUM DUMP' right across my breasts and then pierce both my nipples. I didn't even object and experiencing the start of my body being ruined had my pussy dripping on the burger meat stuffed inside it. The rest of the afternoon I trailed around after Sam carrying her shopping as she maxed out another couple of cards in my name, trying so hard not to loose my bladder control. We got back to my brothers old house at about 3pm and Sam had me massage her feet. Oh Jack, I was so exhausted and so desperate to pee that I didn't think I could hold it in so I made the mistake of begging Sam to let me pee. As soon as I saw the anger in her eyes I knew something bad was going to happen, but I never, ever imagined she would do this to me. "Of course Ally, let me get the key and then after you've gone pee-pee I'll fix your lack of self control for you." I had no idea what she meant but it was such a relief to have the belt off early and be allowed to use my potty. Once I had pissed and let the burger fall into my potty, Sam let me eat my breakfast. It was gross but I knew I wouldn't get anything else until you came in. And then Sam used a needle and fishing line and actually sewed up my pussy. Even through the pain and humiliation I was so aroused at the idea that now I really could only be your 'Anal Ally'. Sam even let me edge myself because she found it so funny. She left the belt off and I hurried to prepare supper for you both. It was ready on the table when you came home. Oh Jack, I just love it when you walk through the door looking at me with contempt as you kiss Sam. I know I could never be your girlfriend but it is so sexy becoming a ruined fuck puppet for you. So I served you both at the table and then left you with your drinks and washed the dishes. Then I did my usual run to the burger bar for my tea, making sure I bought the highest calorie meal so Sam can fatten my body until it is ruined. Then I had to massage both of your feet as you watched TV and keep your glasses filled up. At some point Sam showed you my new tattoo and my sewn up pussy and then it was time for my ass-stretching exercises: An hour of sweating, grunting and exerting myself before you both as I insert bigger and bigger objects up my ass. This was the day that Sam introduced the traffic cone and I had to perch myself on it, impaling my ass and squawk like a bird just because Sam decided I was her 'Pudgy budgie." I don't know how long I was on my perch squawking, but it felt like ages. My thighs ached from holding the position and my ass burned as I edged repeatedly for you both. It's much harder to edge my clit with it being sewn in, but I can do it if I press really hard. So, at about 11:30, you two wandered up to bed and I climbed off my perch and began all the washing and ironing for tomorrow. I'll probably get to crawl into my dog basket at about 1am if I finish this letter quickly. That's 3 hours sleep before I'm up serving you again tomorrow. (After you made love Sam has come downstairs to give me the caning i am owed. 20 strokes and my ass is welted and so sore and my pussy so wet! I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep though because my ass hurts so much. In fact i don't know what hurts more; the fresh tattoo on my breasts, my swollen sewn pussy or my welted ass!!) Oh Jack, it's just amazing that I can now only serve you with my ass and mouth thanks to Sam sewing me up. I'm ever so grateful to her for helping me become your Anal Ally. Having 'CUM DUMP' tattooed across my breasts really does seal my options for any future boyfriends, or at the very least it's going to take some explaining! So today maybe wasn't just an average day, but I figured it had some moments you'd want me to expose to the public, but it does show you how I never seem to have a moment spare. I've no idea what Ron will make of my sewn up pussy, but I'm sure he'll enjoy keeping on using my ruined ass. The e-mail from a reader that I chose to obey was to send him some nude pictures of me. I know you won't like this, but I kept my face hidden. I know it seems silly after everything I've done, but I just feel I need a little more time before I'm fully ruined for you, my Master. I live for the days when you use my ass each week and I am honored to have the privilege of cleaning Sam's juices from your cock with my tongue each weekend. I still don't like her gloating over me or pushing my head as I suck you, but knowing it is what you want makes it all bearable. I've texted my ex-husband asking to meet with him. I figured offering myself as a slave out of the blue would be a bit too much for him? Carl's due in another week and he's bound to find the tattoo very fitting! It is so lovely to be out of the belt and it is so arousing running my fingers over my new sewn pussy. Thank you Jack for all you are doing to me. Yours devotedly, Anal Ally your fuck puppet Ally's Letter to Jack Pt. 07 Dear Jack, I found my 'employee of the month' photo today with me smiling in my power suite looking every inch what I was; a successful career woman and mother. And then I looked in the mirror at what you are creating; Anal Ally the ruined fuck puppet. I look so ridiculous with my hair immaculately bleached and styled and my nails all professionally manicured but with my face so baggy and lined through lack of sleep. I'll just start at the top and work down; I've not been out of the house for a week so my collar has stayed on. Sam decided to tighten it for today because she likes to see my 'balloony dumb face'. So my face was kind of bloated and baggy. The tattoo of 'CUM DUMP' across my breasts has healed now but both my nipples are red and swollen from the nipple stretching Sam began last week. Even after only a week I think my breasts are sagging a bit and my nipples feel distended and sore. Sam is having me wear the clamps and weights for at least 4 hours a day. My belly seems a bit flabbier and floppier since my diet changed to only fast food burgers, and gauging by my hips and ass I've definitely weight gained. I know it sounds silly but I worry how I'm going to look for Carl and my ex-husband. I mean how can I be a good fuck puppet if no-one finds me attractive? I know you'll have the answers Jack, I'm just too tired and dumb to work it out right now. Below my sagging belly there's my sewed up pussy, shaved as always. It takes so much longer to shave it having to go around the wires but it is better than wearing the belt. The holes have all healed now and it actually looks quite pretty. Knowing I will never feel a cock inside me again is a strange idea to get used to, but knowing I can only offer men my ass or mouth makes me so much more of a fuck puppet for you that sometimes I get so aroused that I even leak through the wires. The worst bit is my bladder. Sam's sewn me up so tightly that I can't even force my pee out. I just have to let it drip out as it comes. It means I'm always dribbling pee down my leg but worse my bladder constantly aches from the pressure of being full. I think my swollen bladder's also making my belly look so distended. I've worked hard to adapt my fluid intake to minimize the pressure on my bladder and that works most of the time, except when Sam makes me drink a pint of water, just to watch me suffer. But like I said, I like being sewn up overall, because it makes me such a better fuck puppet for you and I can still edge if I press really hard. My thighs just look a little pudgy, but my knees are swollen to twice their size because of the stone in the bathroom and all the crawling I am doing. When I turn round there's the 'ANAL ALLY' tattoo on the small of my back and if I bend over I can gape my ass 5 inches without even trying. Overall Jack, I hope I make you proud. I've given my everything to be our ruined fuck puppet, knowing you'll just cast be aside. Thank you my Master for honoring me with this transformation and giving me a purpose in life. To visit my ex-husband I loaned a bikini top off Sam for 20 strokes of the cane and wore my silly pleated mini-skirt. It's the only clothing Sam allows me for free. Because I have no money I had to walk all the way across town to Jed's house. Jed just sneered in disgust at my skimpy outfit and said "how's your brother?" I should have known somebody would've told him about my disgrace, but I was too dumb to realize. He left the door open for me to follow him and then he just stood, arms folded and looking at me with disdain. I told Jed I should not have divorced him because he had affairs and I knew now that my role should have been to help him find suitable women to fuck, given he had married so far beneath him. He just let me go on, smirking, as I explained that I wanted to serve him to make up for the divorce and the scariest bit was when he asked me how I could serve him. Jack, I had virtually nothing to offer; no money, no reputation he could ruin, not even a pussy to use. It was so humiliating to have to stand and rack my brain for 1 lousy thing I could offer my ex-husband. I mean I'm even losing my looks with so little sleep and all the junk food. In the end all I could think of was my mouth. When I told him and dropped to my knees to suck Jed's cock, he just pulled away saying he didn't want to catch anything. In the end I walked all the way across town just to humiliate myself and show my ex-husband how ruined I was. He fisted my ass out of curiosity like a freak show exhibit and admired Sam's sewing up of my pussy, but the only thing he agreed to was to let me do all his household chores. Walking back to my brother's old house, Jed's rebuke of me made me realize you have taken everything: my money, my credit rating, my looks, my career, my house my reputation with family and colleagues, my body, my health; everything and I am so proud to have offered you my all. Thank you Jack for this opportunity. I'm edging myself through my sewn up pussy just thinking about it all. Sam's added a new tattoo every week to my routine and this week she had Ginger tattoo "FAT SLUT" right across my belly. My new routine is so hectic that I'm actually looking forward to the reprieve of serving Carl in the house I gave to Sam. I'm doing all the household chores for you and Sam, Ron and now Jed. On top of that Sam's got me wearing my nipple weights for at least 4 hours a day plus my 1 hour on my 'pudgy budgie' perch as I stretch my ass and squawk. Then there's just waiting on you and Sam every evening. All of this is exhausting without being caned so often by Sam and having the constant pain of my swollen bladder. Sexually you take my ass twice a week and my mouth twice a week. Ron tends to just sit there and let me suck his cock and that's twice a week too. So I'm averaging 4 loads of cum in my mouth and 2 in my ass. I truly am a slut for you Jack. I still cherish my times with you Jack, and the feel of you inside my ruined ass or choking me with your cock. I exist for those moments, my Master, I truly do. I'm fearful that I may not have much else to ruin and that the time when I never see you again is drawing near? I know that's silly because if I'm going to lose everything then obviously I've got to lose you, but I just can't imagine how empty my life will be once you've gone. Sam's really going all out with ruining my body. She's making me drink warm butter every morning for breakfast before my burger and then a full box of chocolates each evening. Yesterday Sam started a smoking regime and I have to smoke 40 cigarettes a day. Always one for any extra humiliation; Sam has me carry the cigarette box in my ass. They're absolutely gross, but necessary for me to become 'Anal Ally the ruined fuck puppet'. The e-mail I chose from a random reader was to drink my own pee. It doesn't even seem extreme anymore. So thank you Jack, my Master, my everything for ruining me. I really hope I have more to offer you to ruin so that I can still have you in my life. Yours devotedly, Anal Ally your ruined fuck puppet.