4 comments/ 96352 views/ 6 favorites New Life for Lynne By: sub_Lynne Chapter 1—Sold I had decided to go to the mall to kill some time. Things get lonely when your husband is at work all day! I get showered, brush my hair, put on a little make up, and get dressed. I decide on a hot pink dress that accentuates my ample breasts (DD cups) and slip into it. It's a sundress, so no bra needed. I debate on panties, but decide not to. I feel rather naughty today. I go to the mall and walk through the stores. Nothing is on sale, but I do pick up a few odds and ends. Looking at my watch, it's time to head home. I need to plan for dinner this evening. On my way home, I decide that I will just make quick and easy burgers on the grill. It is such a nice day outside, sunny and warm. When I pull up to the drive, I notice a dark-colored van parked outside of the house. Hmm...I don't think we were expecting anyone. I pull into the integral garage and head upstairs with goods in hand. I hear 2 men talking, one of which is my husband. "Dear, I want you to come and meet someone," my husband says. "Just a minute," I reply. I stash away the few things that I had bought and straightened my dress. I walk into the living room, smiling. "Dear, this is Jeff," my husband says cautiously. "Hello, Jeff. Nice to meet you. I am Tom's wife, Lynne." I shake his hand and smile nicely. "Hello, Lynne. Such a pretty name." Jeff looks at me with a creepy glare, focusing on my breasts. "Um, dear, we need to talk," husband begins. "O....K....what's up?" I reply. "Well, I decided.....no.....needed...." I can sense husband is searching for words but cannot find them. Jeff pipes in, "Lynne, honey, what your husband is trying to say is that he has sold you to me for $10,000." I am shocked. What? Did I hear correctly? "Honey, we need the money. And....I ....just....." husband rambles. I stand, I'm sure jaw to the floor, appalled by what Jeff had just said. Just then, Jeff turns me around and binds my hands behind my back. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" I scream. "Shut up or you will NOT like your gag." Jeff holds his crotch, meaning that I would have to suck his dick if I didn't keep quiet. "Tom?" "Bitch, what did I say?" Tom unzips his pants. He forces me to my knees and forces his cock between my lips. "Suck it, bitch. Bite it and you won't have any teeth left." I begin to suck his cock. I can tell Jeff was enjoying my oral talent by the grunts he was producing. "We don't have time for this now, but I'll gag you later, slave." Jeff pulls out a pair of scissors and starts cutting away at my dress. I stand and cry, unable to do much else, still in shock of what is happening. Tom sits on the couch watching every move. When I am completely naked, Jeff says, "Time to go, bitch." He grabs my hair and starts pushing me out the door. He CANNOT be serious? Go outside without clothing?! I start to struggle. "Bitch, if you don't walk like a lady, I will hogtie you and throw you into the van." Tom follows us out to the van. Jeff opens the front passenger door and motions for me to get in. There is NO FUCKING WAY I am riding shotgun without clothes! "You have 3 seconds to get your slutty ass on this seat before I beat you here and now." Fearing pain, I comply with a look of disgust. Jeff buckles the seatbelt, playing with my tits while pretending to have trouble doing it. CLICK. "There we are. Say goodbye to your loving husband, who sold your ass for a mere 10 grand." I could not bring myself to look at Tom. I started crying. "Aww, the bitch is crying. I bet it's because she is horny. We'll take care of that in a little bit." Jeff shakes hands with Tom, then gets in the van. He starts it and drives to the street. "Because you have no business knowing where you are going, I'm blindfolding you." "Please, don't." "Oh, you want to see your neighbors with your tits hanging out? They'll know it's you without the blindfold. Ok, have it your way." "NO, no, no, sorry...forgive me. I was not thinking. You are right." Jeff smiles. "You learn quickly, little one." He places the blindfold over my eyes. We drive for what seems to be a day (it was actually only an hour). I hear the van turn off and the driver's door open. I then hear my door open and the seatbelt being unfastened. Jeff removes my blindfold. It takes me a minute to adjust to the lighting. "Welcome to your new home, slut." I look around. There is nothing but trees, a cabin-type house, and a shed. The cabin is on a large, open lot and there is not a soul around. "You can scream all you like and no one will hear you." He then whispers in my hear, "I'd like to hear you scream." Chills run down my spine. What a creep! He puts a dog collar around my neck, then attaches a leash to the collar. "Get out of the van." I comply. The gravel on my feet is painful. I try to walk tenderly, but Jeff yanks me to keep up with him. Once inside the cabin, I realize that this must be a vacation cabin. It is beautiful inside. Polished hardwood floors, stone fireplace, wooden beams for decoration are just some of the clues. Right inside the door, Jeff grabs some chain and walks me across the main room next to the fireplace. He attaches the chain to a pillar, then to my collar and padlocks it shut. I have no way to escape. "Suck my cock." Jeff says in a lusty voice. "Fuck you!" I reply. "Have it your way." Jeff pushes me to the ground and pulls my legs so that they are in the air. He aligns his cock with my pussy and starts to penetrate me. "NO, NO, NO! WAIT! I'll suck your cock!" "Too late, slut." Jeff begins raping me. I was embarrassed that my cunt was actually wet and ready for the raping. Luckily, Jeff didn't say anything about it. "Please, put on a condom! I'm fertile right now!" I cry in desperation. "Oooo, my bitch is in heat? Maybe I'll just have to breed you." WHAT? BREED ME? What the hell? Before I know it, Jeff is shooting a load of cum in my cunt. He grunts and groans, saying what a good pussy fuck I am. I can't believe he just came in me. "Can I use your bathroom?" I ask. "First of all, every time you talk to me, you must address me as Master. Secondly, fuck sluts do not use the bathroom. You haven't heard that privilege." "I really have to...pee....Master." I thought that if I could get his cum out of me, I could minimize a pregnancy risk. Jeff kicks a bucket over to me. "Squat on this for now." No fucking way am I squatting on a bucket in front of him. "No, thanks, I'll wait." "Suit yourself. It'll be here if you need it." Jeff tosses me a pillow and a thin blanket. "I'm going to bed. Tomorrow's a big, big day. Goodnight, slut." "Master? Um, where do I sleep?" Jeff laughs. "Why, slutty bitches sleep on the floor! Good night!" I try to plead but he ignores me and goes off into another room. I try to get comfortable as best as I can. I then realize that he is not watching and that I really should try to get his cum out of my pussy. I go to the bucket, which was just within reach of the chain, and pull it to me. I squat on it and push. I feel urine flowing, followed by a thick glob from my cunt. Right in the middle of pissing, I notice Jeff standing in the doorway watching. "I knew you couldn't wait, whore." I am totally humiliated...but in a weird way, I like it. I try to settle in for the night. The hardwood floors are very uncomfortable to lay on, not to mention the collar around my neck, chained to a pillar, but I manage to fall asleep. New Life for Lynne Ch. 02 Chapter 2—Training the Bitch This is written a little differently than Chapter 1, but I hope that you find it interesting. Also, this is a series. It helps to read the stories in order to fully understand. Enjoy! * I awaken to the smell of coffee brewing. I feel stiff from being on the floor all night and begin to stretch. "Good morning, slave." you say to me. I still refuse to accept my new status and ignore your comment. I feel the need to urinate and attempt to stand in order to go to the bathroom. I had forgotten that I am chained to the living room pillar. "Please, can I use the toilet?" You laugh while pointing to the bucket that I had used to piss in last night. The piss and cum from last night's rape is still in the bucket. I have no choice. The pressure of my full bladder is more than I can take. I squat over the bucket and relieve myself as you watch my every move. Once finished, I try to shake to get all of the piss off of me. I go to stand and I feel a sharp pain across my tits. "You will remain on all fours, slave." you say as you whip my tits. "FUCK YOU!" "Oh, this is getting old, slut. When are you going to behave?" I feel the sting across my nipples. I wince in pain, regretting my statement. After several more blows across my nipples, you hook a lead to my collar and tell me it's time to go for a walk. I assume you are going to parade me around the house, displaying your trophy in private. However, when you have me heel and walk outside, fear strikes me. I am completely naked, except for a collar and leash. I try to stand again, in an attempt to go back inside. You shove me back down and spit in my face. "You will learn to obey me." You walk me around outside. "Now, good bitches piss and shit outside. I am going to housetrain you now." I am appalled that you called me a bitch! I am not! I am doing this against my will----or am I? The excitement of being used makes my pussy wet. "Sniff around to find a good spot," you tell me. I put my face near the ground and smell. "No, bitch, face down," as you use your foot to push my head down to rest on the ground. "This is how you sniff for a spot." I feel the cool morning dew on the grass wetting my face. You get behind me and kick my legs apart. "Piss, bitch." Being that I had just gone, I was unable to go. "Perhaps you need to shit instead?" you chuckle. Truth be known, I did need to defecate. However, this position made it difficult. You pull my hair to bring me upright, then push me so that I am squatting. "Shit, bitch." There is no way I am going to defecate outside. This is not what a lady does. But am I a lady anymore? Master did spend a sizeable amount to buy me. Wait, did I just refer to him as Master? My God, what is happening to me? "Bitch, if you don't shit now, I'll get the garden hose and give you an enema right here and now." Knowing that it would be very unpleasant to experience, I do squeeze in attempt to move my bowels. I feel a movement coming. I push and push, and begin to feel the feces protruding from me. You watch me intently, knowing that this is completely humiliating for me. After several minutes, the shit drops to the ground. "Good bitch. Now, let's clean you up. Heel." You walk me to the hose. "Please, not the hose. It will be very cold." You laugh, "Then perhaps you will accept your fate and be a good bitch." You turn on the faucet and pick up the hose. "Bend over." "No! I will not! You cannot make me!" "Do we really need to do this the hard way? I'm really tired of your insubordination. Last chance before you REALLY regret your choice. BEND OVER!" Glaring at you, I bend over and wait for the cold blast of water onto my asshole. You wait several minutes, knowing that I am expecting the cold blast...teasing me. Then, I feel it. A hard, steady, icy cold stream of water, squirting hard enough that it cleans the shit from my asshole. After several minutes, I am cold and in pain. I feel goosebumps all over my body; my nipples as erect as ever. You stop squirting me and direct me to heel. I get by your side and crawl beside you. We go back inside and you chain me back to the familiar pillar in the main room. You ask, "Are you hungry?" I do feel hungry and thirsty. The last time I had eaten was at the mall yesterday. I shake my head yes. You disappear into the kitchen. I crawl back under the blanket, trying to get warm again. I keep thinking, "It can't get much worse." A few minutes later, I feel my leash being attached to my collar again. "Heel." I crawl beside you to the kitchen. I see on the floor two stainless steel dog bowls. You take me over to them. One has scrambled eggs in it, the other water. "Eat your breakfast." "I need a fork." You laugh. "No, bitches do not use forks. Now eat. You have 3 minutes before the bowl is lifted." You can't be serious! The pangs of hunger overwhelm me, and God only knows when I will be offered food again. I bend over, ass high in the air, and eat the eggs like a dog. You watch me the entire time while you enjoy a cup of coffee. Once the bowl is empty, you tell me, "Lick the bowl clean." I am getting very horny, even though I hate being treated like this. Or, is the feeling more of lust than hate? I lick the bowl clean like a good bitch. "Good girl. Now, take a drink of water." I lap at the water. You laugh at the difficulty I have, then offer me a drink of orange juice from a glass. I gratefully accept. You hold the glass and tip it while I swallow the sweet liquid. "Thank you, Master." I see you smile at my submissive statement. "You are welcome, my little slave." I feel you tenderly touching my cheek, then run your fingers through my hair. I see that if I do what I am told, you are very good to me. "All right, slave, today you go to the doctor for a check-up. I am going to walk you to the bathroom and you are going to shower. I will watch the entire time, since I do not trust you yet." "Yes, Master." "Heel." I crawl beside you to the bathroom. Once inside, you command, "Stand." Stretching feels so good. My knees hurt from being on them so much. I guess I will have to get used to it. "You are going to an ob/gyn today for an exam. You said yesterday that you might get pregnant with me fucking your cunt. The doctor is going to check. I want my slave in the best health...and also my bred offspring. You will clean your cunt and ass well. Perhaps I'll see someone I want you to...service. Understand?" I will NOT 'service' someone. How degrading! I am not a common slut or whore! "Yes, Master." "I will sit on the toilet and watch. Do not try anything funny or you will not have showering privileges. You'll smell like a cum dumpster no matter where I take you. Understand?" "Yes Master." I step into the shower and turn on the water. "Sir, may the collar be removed so that I can thoroughly wash?" "No. The collar will always remain on you. You are mine. I own your ass, your cunt, your tits, your mouth....and everything in between." I see you slyly smile. My attempts at just a moment of freedom were instantaneously squashed by your statement. I cannot let you know, for any future attempts may be jeopardized. I step under the water of the shower. I take the soap, smile at the clean smell of it, and begin lathering my body. You throw a razor to me. "Shave your legs and cunt." I comply with complete submission. After shaving, I shampoo and condition, then rinse. I feel that I have thoroughly cleaned, but the warm water feels so good! You see that I am enjoying it a little too much and shut off the water. "That's enough for now." You bind my hands behind my back. "This is so you don't try anything funny." You dry me off with a soft towel, patting me all over. You pull out a brush and brush my hair. "Get down on your knees for me." I comply. "Open your mouth." Knowing that you will stuff my face with cock, I have no choice and open my mouth and close my eyes. Surprised, I taste mint and feel a toothbrush brushing against my teeth. A tear rolls down my cheek. "Spit into the toilet." I comply. "Why are you crying now, slave?" "Master, you are doing everything for me, and you are being nice to me. Thank you." "Slave, when you comply with my demands, I will treat you well. However, disobey like you have been doing, and you will not have a pleasant time. True?" "Yes, Master." I feel a connection to my new owner. I feel that he truly does care about me. If he had told me to jump off a bridge at that point, I would have without question. "Now, I'm going to release your hands. You will stand and raise your arms so that I can put deodorant on you." My restraints are released and I comply. You apply deodorant to my armpits. "Arms down." I comply. "Back on your knees. We are leaving for the doctor in one minute." "Sir, I am naked." I am scared because being naked outside here is much different than being naked going to see a doctor. "Yes, you are." You chuckle and reach into the cabinet under the sink. You place a ball gag into my mouth and strap it behind my head. I feel the leash being attached to my collar again. "Heel." I crawl beside you, to the van...that evil van from yesterday...the one that kidnapped me from my life of luxury and brought me to this place of pain, misery, and ecstasy. You open the door. "Get in." I comply, but feel very insecure with no clothing. I guess I have no clothing anymore. My dress from yesterday is cut into pieces and I was not allowed to bring anything with me. I sigh as you strap me in the van. At the last minute, you put a blindfold on me. "This is so you do not have escape route ideas. I still do not trust you, slave." I nod my head yes. We begin the journey to the ob/gyn. New Life for Lynne Ch. 03 Chapter 3—The Ob/Gyn Visit It feels like we have been driving for hours. Time slows when gagged, blindfolded, naked, and restrained in a vehicle. I feel the van slow then stop. I shift in my seat a little, my backside sticking to the seats. "Settle down, slave. We're at a stoplight." Oh my God! At a stoplight?! How many people are seeing me right now? The thought infuriates yet excites me and I feel a tingle in my pussy. Oh, please don't get horny before an ob/gyn visit! The van starts moving again. A short time later, I feel the van make a sharp right turn and slow to a stop. I hear the engine turn off and your door open. "We're here. I'll come around and help you out." I wait in the van, hoping you never do come around to help me. I cannot leave the van naked. I have never been naked in public, aside from this morning's housetraining exercise. But, that was in the country. I hear cars all around and assume this has to be more urban. I hear the door open. The blindfold is removed and my eyes take a moment to adjust to the bright sunlight. My seatbelt is unbuckled and you begin to lecture me, "I am going to trust that you are going to be good. If you try any funny business, you will severely regret it. Do you understand?" I nod yes. "Because this is public, you will walk like a lady." Walk like a lady?! I have no clothing! How could I be a lady? I am nothing more than a village whore! You leash me and walk with me to the door of the office. Like a gentleman, you open the door for me. Inside the door is a private check-in counter. To the right is the very crowded waiting room; to the left a door, presumably to the exam rooms. "Good morning, Jeff," Greets the secretary. "I see you have a new slave. Go ahead back to the exam room and we'll get a vitals check started." You walk me down the hallway into an exam room. I am greatly relieved that we did not have to wait in the very busy waiting room. The exam room had the standard equipment in it: sink, exam table, chair, lamp light, and cabinets. I did notice that the one wall was only a curtain. The nurse walks in and snickers. "Jeff, I need to weigh her, take her temperature, and check her blood pressure. Shall this be done with or without restraints?" "She is not trustworthy, so she needs to be restrained," I hear you say. "Slave, heel." I get on my knees instinctively to heel. "Did I not tell you to walk like a lady? You are not following my orders. Remember this as you will be punished later for insubordination." The nurse snickers. I had completely forgotten. I am so used to getting on my knees to heel. I need to start paying closer attention to what my Master expects of me. I stand and walk beside Master and behind the nurse. She takes us into the hallway and has me stand on a scale. You are sure to watch as she weighs me. "Jeff, this slave could go on a diet. She's too fat." She pinches my nipple as she giggles. I am totally humiliated. "Back to the room." We walk back to the room and I sit on the exam table. The nurse affixes the blood pressure cuff to my arm and pumps it up. "Blood pressure is normal. Time for temperature." I see her smile devilishly. "Roll over," she directs me. What? What is she doing? Master sees my hesitation and gives me the dirtiest look, one that I fear seeing for I know he is displeased. I roll over onto my belly. The nurse parts my ass cheeks, spits on my asshole and shoves a thermometer up my ass with only spit as lube. It hurts and I wince. I hear the nurse snicker. "Ass virgin still, Jeff? How long have you had her?" "Only one day, not even a full one at that," you reply. The thermometer beeps and the nurse removes it from my asshole. "Normal temp. Ok, turn back over onto your back and put your feet in the stirrups." I comply, thinking it is odd that she is having me get in position now rather than wait for the doctor to come in. Remembering the busy waiting room, I assume that the doctor is very busy and rushes visits. At least, I hope this is the case. I feel my legs being restrained to the stirrups. My arms are stretched over my head and restrained. "This is so he can do a breast exam." I feel my nipples getting hard from the cooler room or from the excitement of being restrained. I am becoming such a slut—to find pleasure in an ob/gyn visit. "Ok, I'll insert the speculum now. Relax." I feel the cold metal invade my pussy hole. I then feel the instrument expanding, pushing the walls of my pussy further and further apart. I feel her locking the contraption into place. "All right, you're all ready for the doc." I watch her as she goes over to the curtain wall and pull the curtain open. There are at least 10 people standing there in white lab coats, looking at me. I feel the redness set in from embarrassment. You chuckle. Off to the side of the group was the doctor. He is a man in his late 50's, chubby, balding. He comes in and starts asking you questions about me. "Last menstrual cycle?" "Well, she complained last night that I could get her pregnant." "Hmm..." He pulls out a calendar and starts counting days. He jots down his findings in his notes. "If she is pregnant, Jeff, do you want me to abort it?" I look at you, tears in eyes. Even that word, abort, is too much for me to take. "No, doc, I'm going to breed her. If she has boys, they will become powerful Doms like me. If she has girls, they will bring in some money later on." "Ok." The doctor keeps writing his notes. I look at you with an expression of thanks, although the thought of my daughters becoming whores is a little unnerving. I will have to cross that bridge when and if that happens. You smile and wink at me; I know that you approve of my current behavior of complete submission. It's hard not to be submissive, strapped to a table with a speculum shoved up inside of my cunt. "Does she feel threatened or unsafe in her home environment?" I feel a cold piercing look from you. "Answer by shaking your head, slave," you command me. I shake my head no, but very gently. I watch the doctor write his notes. "Ok, time for the exam. Jeff, do we need to do a rape kit?" "Yes, I raped her last night. Clean her out well." I feel the doctor start the breast exam. He rolls my ample tits around and around, then plays with my nipples. He squeezes them and pulls them, as if he is trying to milk me. This goes on for several minutes, all while the medical students watch with amazement. The doctor then goes down to my twat. I feel something tickling my insides, as he is doing the rape kit. Minutes later, the testing is over, but the speculum remains in. The doctor pulls the light closer to my exposed cunt and looks deep inside. "Her cervix does not look thick, which would indicate pregnancy, but it may be too early too. Make sure she is taking her vitamins." "She will," you respond. I cry because my jaw is beginning to hurt from being open for so long. You ask me if I hurt. I nod yes. "If I release the gag, you will be good, right?" I nod yes. The ball gag is removed and I am greatly relieved once I am able to relax my jaw. "Doc, I want her to lactate. Is there something you can prescribe to get her started making milk like a cow?" I hear the nurse and some of the med students laugh. The doctor hands you some pills. "These should start the process. She needs lots of massage of the breast to stimulate milk production." "Oh, I won't have any problem 'massaging' her tits," you chuckle. Everyone in the room laughs. The doctor removes the speculum and sticks his fingers into my cunt for an internal manual exam. While his fingers are inside of me, he palpitates my abdomen. "Everything feels VERY good," he removes his fingers from my twat, smiling. The doctor stands and says, "Now Jeff, how do you intend to pay for today's services?" You look at me and smile. NO! NO WAY! I am NOT going to 'pleasure' the doctor! The doctor smiles and starts to undo his belt. "Please, Master, no. I might get pregnant and I only want to breed your children, Master." I see that you are shocked at my statement. "Hold on, doc. I'll pay cash." "Damn, are you sure?" Poor doc looked a little upset. "Yeah, I really don't like to share my slave so early in training." What was that supposed to mean?! The nurse begins to undo my restraints and I stretch my legs. You walk over to me and put the leash back on me. "Heel, my good slave." We walk out to the reception area where you pay the bill as I stand in the corner, trying to be unseen by those in the busy waiting room. "Ok, Jeff. Have a great day! Call us if you need anything," the receptionist was a little too loud for my comfort. You walk me out to the van and fasten my seatbelt, then stroke my hair. "You were a good girl in there, for the most part." I look into his eyes and smile. "Thank you, Master." The blindfold is applied to me and we begin our journey back to the cabin. New Life for Lynne Ch. 04 Chapter 4—The Visitor We arrive at the cabin. I remain still while you get out of the van and come to my side to assist me. Once unbuckled, you grab my leash and say, "Heel." I get down to my knees and heel beside you. You walk me around the yard, parading me and showing me off to the trees and birds. I feel the need to...sniff around. "Master, before we go back inside, may I please pee?" I see you smile. "Why of course, my little bitch. Good girl!" You stroke my hair like a real dog. I sniff, find a spot, spread my legs and let my bladder go. "Holy hell, bitch, you had to piss!" You move to be in front of me and pull my head up to your awaiting cock. I begin sucking it as I am peeing. Once finished, I remain in the position. You get behind me and rub your cock on my pussy lips. I feel you start to doggy-style fuck me. I feel the ball gag being shoved into my mouth from behind. You pull my hair to force my head up as you continue to ride my pussy. Moments later, I feel you pull out and rub your cock on my asshole. "Nnnnoooo!!!!!!!!" I try to yell through the gag. I have never had anything put inside my ass, aside from the thermometer earlier at the doctor's office. I wiggle my hips in attempts to get away. SLAP! I feel your hand hit my ass hard. "Settle down, bitch!" "Nnnooo!!! Peeze!!!" I yell again through the gag. You remove the gag. "What the fuck is your problem, bitch?!" "Master, please, not my ass. I have never been...fucked...there." I try to plead for mercy. "Really? You're an ass virgin? No fucking way!" I feel you finger my asshole. It is unpleasant, but thrilling at the same time. "Holy fuck, you are so tight! Shit, you're worth a fortune!" Not knowing what you mean, I look over my shoulder to you and thank you for showing mercy. I feel you slide your cock back inside of my wet slit while fingering my virgin hole. A few minutes later, you cum into me, exploding your seed into my fertile womb. I hear you grunt and give one final thrust into me, holding my hips with both hands. When you finish depositing your cum into my cunt, you pull out and step around so that your cock is again in my face. "Clean me up, bitch." I begin to lick my cunt juice from your cock. I suck your cock and I feel a warm, disgusting stream coming from it. What the hell?! You are pissing in my mouth! I pull back and gag. You continue to piss in my face as I gag. You pull my face back into your groin and continue relieving yourself into my mouth. I gag several times and manage to vomit once. "You will learn to love my piss. You are going to be my toilet. Anytime I need to piss, your mouth will service me. You will learn to swallow like a good whore." You finally finish and slap the last few drops out of your cock onto my face. I continue to gag. "Master, that is the vilest tasting..." You laugh. "Just wait before you say anything more, slut." You wipe your cock all over my face, then tuck it back inside of your pants. "Heel." I crawl by your side to the garden hose. You begin to hose me down, rinsing the piss from my face and body. The cold water is causing my nipples to harden, to the point where they are extremely painful. I grab my tits in pain. You laugh, "Slut needs fucked again? Playing with your tits...and without permission!" I feel the hose nozzle being directed between my legs. "Open your legs, cunt." I hesitate. I feel the full blast of cold water directly in my face. "CUNT, I TOLD YOU OPEN YOUR LEGS!" I open my legs as I sob. You shove the hose nozzle up my twat. Oh God, no! Not this! This is going to hurt and be cold! I feel a cold, hard stream entering my hole. I cry in pain and end up getting my ass beat with your belt. "Push it out." I sense some irritation in your voice. I push and cold water mixed with semen flow out of me onto the ground. "You are such a fucking whore. Heel." Dripping wet, I crawl beside you to the front door. "We are getting company later. You will greet them like a real bitch does, right?" I nod my head yes. I feel the sharp pain of your belt on my ass again. "Answer me!" "Yes, Master." I wince. You tie me to the post lantern by the entrance sidewalk. Luckily, it is shaded so the sun won't be a problem. However, having someone come while I am tied naked to a light...well, I guess I am getting used to it. You go inside and leave me tied. I try to sit on the sidewalk, but the chain is not long enough. Not only that, but my ass is on fire from the belt beating. I have a choice of sitting on the sharp gravel or kneeling half on the gravel and half on the sidewalk. I try to get comfortable. My is hair drenched; my body cold and wet. I am very horny and anxious to see who the guest is. I hope for a police officer or someone to take me away... About an hour later, I hear a van pull up the drive. I see you in the doorway, inside the cabin, watching me. "Bark, bitch!" I begin to bark like a dog. The driver of the van parks and gets out. They hesitate a moment, then begin walking my way. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen is walking towards me. She had been driving the van. Tall, dark, piercing eyes, gorgeous body...she had it all. She gets inches away from me as I continue barking. "Ah, such a good bitch." She thrusts her crotch into my face. HOW HUMILIATING! I have never, EVER done that with a woman. But, I graciously sniff her crotch like a good bitch. I want to lick her so badly...I want to taste her. She kicks me to the side and goes to you. You and she embrace and kiss a passionate kiss. "Jeff, dear, so good to see you again! I see you have a new bitch in training." She smirks in my direction. "Did you bring yours?" Puzzled, I dare not ask what you mean. "Oh yes, in the back of the van. But I think you and I should have a little 'fun' first, don't you?" "Oh, Dana, you always could read my mind." So, this beauty's name is Dana. "Shall we bring the bitch along?" Dana asks while looking at me. "Your choice, my dear." Dana comes over to me, undoes the tie, and commands me to heel. I crawl beside the beauty. I feel very inferior next to her. She takes me inside and commands me to stand in front of the fire place. I watch as you and Dana make out on the couch in front of me. I see that either you two are truly in love with each other or both are extremely horny. As you nuzzle and fondle and undress each other, Dana asks me, "So, bitch, horny yet?" "Yes, Ma'am." I reply. "You will address her as Mistress Dana, slut." You glare at me for my lack of manners. "Sorry, Master. Yes, Mistress Dana, I am horny." "How do you know? You didn't touch yourself to check yet!" I reach down between my legs and feel the slimy wetness of my readiness. "Lick your fingers now." Mistress Dana is very demanding. I taste myself on my fingers. I delight in the taste of my own pussy and happily slurp my fingers in an effort to get every last drop of my cum, for Mistress. Mistress Dana giggles, "Bitch, get your filthy cunt over here NOW!" I comply, reaching the very end of my chain. Mistress Dana raises her foot to my mouth. Knowing I am expected to worship her feet, I begin by licking the tops of her toes. "Make sure you get between the toes too." I lick between her toes, sucking each toe into my mouth. I lick the bottoms of her feet, as she pushes her soles into my face. The thought of doing this is making me ill. God knows where she's been or what she's done...and here I am, licking her feet like a common whore. "Enough." Mistress Dana kicks me in the face, which causes me to fall back onto my ass. She laughs. "Jeff, dear, I do believe it is time to reward a cum slut for a job well done, don't you?" I am unsure of what Mistress Dana means by this. I have not fucked anyone besides my Master; I have not had any cum beside my Master's. As Mistress Dana dresses, you attach my leash to my collar. "Heel." Here we go again. I walk between you and Mistress Dana out to her van. Mistress Dana opens the back doors. Inside the van was the largest woman I have ever seen in my entire life. I bet she was at least 500 pounds. She reeked of body odor, sex, and cum. I looked at her face and she was drenched, head to toe, in cum. I am repulsed simply by the sight. I watch as Mistress Dana hooks a leash to the fat woman. I hear you say, "My God, Dana, what a fat slut! Where'd you find her?" "She owes me, don't you fatty?" I watch the fat woman shake her head yes, cum dripping from her hair. "Heel." Both the fat woman and I snap to attention and walk beside our owners. "Bitch, this is fatty. Fatty, this is bitch." You drag me over to fatty and shove my face in her ass. This is how I'm supposed to greet people from now on??? When they stink like day old sex??? "Lick her ass and cunt, bitch." I will not do that. It is too disgusting to even think about doing. CRACK! I scream in pain. Someone had hit my ass in displeasure. I begin to lightly tongue at her wide ass. CRACK! "Clean all the cum from her fuck holes and off her body, bitch." NO FUCKING WAY! That was too much to ask or demand. "Master, I am going to be sick..." "If you are sick, you will eat graciously whatever comes out of you...or you will not be having dinner privileges later. I am rather disappointed at your noncompliance." CRACK! I look to see what you are hitting me with. It was not the belt, but rather a flogger. There was no way that it was leather—it wouldn't hurt as much as it did. I begin kissing fatty's ass cheek in order to get a better view. It is a flogger made of PVC plastic. No fucking wonder it hurt so bad! You twirl it around, knowing I am looking at it. I try to imagine myself somewhere else—ANYWHERE else than right here, right now. The cum leaking from fatty's ass is downright disgusting. She must have fucked at least 100 guys to get a load like this all over her. I realize that the faster I ingest the cum from this fat slut, the faster I will be done. I begin to feverishly lick fatty's ass, cunt, and ample thighs. Fatty squeals in delight. You and Mistress Dana are amused. "Don't forget her tits and face, bitch." I crawl under fatty, praying that she does not lose her balance for fear of being suffocated to death. I suck on her tits, run my tongue all over them then up her chin to her face. I quickly lick all over her face when fatty decides she is going to kiss me. Her tongue begins to fuck my mouth. It occurred to me that she is trying to get the cum that I had licked from her. I graciously gave what was in my mouth to her. What a fucking slut! "Very nice, bitch. Very nice indeed," you praise me. "Heel." I crawl out from under fatty and sit at your side. I feel some cum on me, no doubt left over from the fat whore's little party. Mistress Dana commands fatty to get back into the van and closes the doors. She kisses you once more before shoving her crotch into my face one last time. Her aroma, mixed with the fat slut's stench, makes me wet and ready to fuck. I watch as Mistress Dana drives down the driveway. "Heel, bitch." You take me inside to the bathroom. You turn on the shower to get it warm. "You were not so bad there towards the end. I bet you enjoyed yourself, didn't you?" I wanted to spit in your face and scream, "NO, I FUCKING DID NOT ENJOY THAT." It was the most despicable act that I have ever had to do. But I tell you, "Yes, Master." I fear the pain from that flogger. "Mmm...very nice. Step into the shower now. Wash up, make sure to get fatty's stink off of you." So you must have smelled the stench too! I wash my hair and put conditioner in it. I wash my body 3 times—once for cleaning, second for smell, and third to make sure the smell was gone. I rinse and step out of the shower. You towel me off and comb my hair again. "Heel." I get onto my knees yet again. You lead me to the kitchen, to the dog bowls. "Sit." I sit on my heels, hands on my lap. I watch as you pick up the dog bowls and carry them to the counter. I see you fill the food bowl with something, then put fresh water in the other bowl. You bring the bowls over and set them before me. "Eat." I put my face down into the food bowl. It smells delicious! Chicken and broccoli with rice...I immediately begin to gobble it down, not worried about using a fork or knife like before. Once I finished the bowl, I smelled a whiff of fatty. I instantly became nauseated and vomited into the food bowl. You laugh. "I told you, bitch. Eat it up." What was in my bowl was a mixture of the chicken, broccoli, rice, and of course, a healthy portion of semen. There was no way I was going to eat that! I sit and look at you enjoying your meal. "Bitch, I said eat!" "No! I have had enough of this!" I have finally mustered enough courage together to stand up for myself. "What?!" The look in your eyes causes me to instantly regret what I had just said and done. "Master, I...have never....been....treated like that..." "Exactly. This is what every slut desires. I'm simply giving it to you. You should be grateful to me." I see you begin to glare at me in displeasure. "Yes, Master. But..." "EAT IT NOW YOU FUCKING CUNT!" I refuse and continue to sit and stare at the bowl. I cannot even stomach the thought let alone the smell and taste. You get up, grab me by the hair, and drag me outside. Oh God, what did I get myself into now?