****** Pisswhore by Justmater ******
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Pisswhore


I watch from the car, her gliding past the window, inside. She is so lovely to
me.

The steps are heavy. A plan. In my mind. Desire. Lust. The pact. Shared
secrets.

I am Master to her, and she is everything to me.

The knob is warm, sweaty to my touch. Or perhaps that's just me? It opens to
the smell of candles, and her scent.

She is there, greeting me with her warm smile and a small kiss, before dropping
to her knees before me. My slave. My love.

I trace her cheek with one hand, feeling the plushness of her hair on my wrist.
Her golden skin, dark hooded eyes, full, soft lips. She looks to me
so...innocent.

"Welcome home Master," she says, quiet, little girl like.

She is an adult, but teeters precariously on the cusp of full womanhood. each
day I see the growth, with pride. Each day I mourn the loss of the child, and
eagerly await the arrival of this woman.

I say nothing, pressing her face slowly against my groin. She accepts this,
slowly rubbing her cheek on my slacks. My body responds with a throbbing ache,
my cock growing stiff, straining for freedom.

My hands glide down, take her arms, her wrists.

"Rise slut." I am cold. That old familiar desire begins to well inside me,
filling me.

She follows to the bedroom. I sense her curiosity, the desire to ask what will
happen. She is well trained, a good girl, and says nothing.

The cuffs, black leather, are yet to show much wear. I place them on her
wrists, and buckle. Her amber eyes watch my hands, breath steady. She knows?
No, suspects, perhaps.

The cool mint kimono slides off silky shoulders, to the floor. I step back,
never done marveling at her beauty. Smallish, round, full breasts hang gently
beneath a supple neck. Dark purple nipples, puffing with desire, stand proudly
on their faces.

Trailing downward, my eyes caress the mark, my sigil, up and to the left of her
intentionally unkempt, downy bush. A tattoo, on flesh so tender. I remember the
day, the grip of her little hand in mine, wiping moisture from her brow.

The lips of her sex jut out a bit from her muff, parted and swollen with need.
She knows she will be used. She knows she will serve.

My fingers brush her pubic hair, dragging wetness up her belly. A palm so
gently brushes one nipple. She tenses, and relaxes as I push hard against it.

Cupping her shoulders, I trace the flow of her arms, until my hands meet
leather again. These I raise them slowly upward, walking her back to the
doorway.

"Master?" She asks, a little pensive, knowing the hook that waits for her.

I smile in answer, warm and loving. She is so very fine to me.

The cuffs link together with a metallic 'click', and then to a hook set in the
frame above the door. She is a little girl, and must raise up onto the balls of
her feet, and balance carefully.

I slide past her, behind her, hand trailing softly on her hip. She is trembling
now, skin cool to the touch.

"M'master, what have I done to displease you?" She asks, voice showing just a
hint of fear. I let it alone for a minute, crossing the room.

Old wooden drawer, slowly sliding open. I see her back, the curve of it, in the
dresser mirror.

The slap of that drawer shut makes her flinch. The floor creaks in the silence,
as I return.

"Nothing slut. You are perfect." My fingers find her spine, slowly trailing
down.

"Thank you Master..." Words left unsaid, hang in the room.

In past times I have placed a leather strap between her teeth, for her to bite
on. Not today.

Often I would blindfold her. I want the shadows to warn her, to build her
anticipation. I want her raw.

"Master, please, why?" She whispers, throat dry, and far away.

I step so close, my tie against her back, belt brushing ass cheeks, breath on
her hair.

"Because Little One. Because I can."

She trembles uncontrollably against my chest. I feel my cock nestled between
the cheeks of her ass. I indulge myself by wrapping arms around her, squeezing
her to my chest.

"Who loves you, Little One?" I whisper.

"You do Master," she replies.

I step away.

"Beg." Calm, cold, ominous.

"Master please. Please beat this slut." Again so distant. It enflames me.

"Beg you bitch!" I hiss, thrusting the crop between her ass cheeks.

"Master please! Please beat your slut! She deserves to be beaten!" Feeling in
those words, as I grind the one inch leather strap against her anus.

"She? She?" I bark, pushing the tip between her lips, wetting it with her own
desire.

"Master I'm sorry! I deserve to be beaten, want to be beaten, need to be
beaten, please! Please lash me, mark me, hurt me...."

Interrupted by the crack, staccato, of leather on flesh. I watch the skin puff,
raise up along the crease of her ass.

"Ohhh! Thank you Master!" Her feet fight for purchase.

I shake my head slowly. "Whore, you are not counting? We must start again." I
let the sarcasm show in my tone.

"Ohhh master, I'm sorry. Forgive me. Please start again." Anguish, but
acceptance.

Again a crack, against the back of her thigh.

"Aawwwwone! Thank you Master! (crack!) T'tewwwww! Thank you Master!"

She is rocking from the lashes, and I am just warming up, getting started. I
feel it in my gut, the other me, the me that revels in her pain.

Her shoulders, her posture, such pride. Such pride! Even in her fear, in her
knowing what is coming. I will break her.

"You fucking bitch! You slut-whore you dirty little cunt! You're so bad, so
BAD!" Crack! again, this time high on her back. I watch her flinch, try to pull
away, too late.

"Th, three, Master!"

Again I strike her, along the crack of her ass, the soft skin near her snatch.

"Oh god! Four, Master, please, please!"

She's breathless, writhing, weight hanging in the cuffs. And I'm lost, so far
gone now.

Crack! Crack! Whack! Crack! The top of her ass, the cheeks, peppering her with
angry purple welts, beating her little golden butt.

"Master oh gawd, mercy, mercy, mercy!" She's crying now, tears spattering her
tits.

Wiping my brow on the sleeves of my coat I cannot but marvel at her. So lovely,
so very lovely, my Little One, my slave, my love.

My little pain slut.

Her cries echo around me, muffled by the beat of my pulse as I lay lash after
lash on her back, ass, and legs. The crop is slick in my hands, and she shows
my marks like bright red neon.

No counting now, just violent screaming pain, her flesh, wounded, for me. Me!
And I reign blows down around her dripping wet cunt, leather on the tender
flesh of her thighs, ass, pussy.

She's babbling now, mewing, dead weight in the cuffs, feet dragging.

"mastermastermastermaster...."

I drop the crop, hands finding unmarked flesh, and slowly lower her to the
carpet.

"...aster, thank you Master thank you Master, thank you...." Her eyes, dull,
lost. A touch of scarlet on her lower lip.

"Whose are you?" I sound crazed, even to me.

"Yours Master, oh yours, yours!" So needy, so desperate.

"what are you?"

"Your slut, your whore, your bitch, your cunt Master!" Her tears twist me, warp
me, pull me deeper into the rage.

I grab her hair, spin her around, meet her eyes. I'm angrily tearing open my
fly, pulling out my cock. The smell of it hit me, my own desire.

"You're a dirty little slut, a dirty fucking bitch!" I hiss.

"Yes Master I am, I'm sorry Master, please, I'm so sorry!" I pull her to her
knees, by the hair.

"You'll redeem yourself though, won't you slut?".

"Yes Master, oh please...". I rub my cock on her face, against her skin, her
eyelid, her nose.

I push it against her lips. she parts them. taking me in, so warm, so wet, so
soft.

But this isn't about a blowjob, not about pleasure. It's about her. Humiliating
her, degrading her. She's my whore. She needs it. She needs to know it.

My hands lock down on the back of her skull, fingers entwined in dusky black
hair. I feel it welling inside me, and I force myself to relax.

The first drops hit her tongue and she goes stiff, shocked.

"MMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHH!" A moan so mournful it almost touches me, deep inside my
shell. Almost.

And then she's trying to pull away. I hold her in a death grip, pushing deeper
into her, letting lose, feeling my piss fill her mouth. Her hands push hard
against my thighs, pointlessly. She is strong of will, but I do not relent.

"You're a piss drinking whore, you're my little fucking pee slut, and you love
it you bitch!" I yell, fucking her mouth a little as the warm feeling of
release flows over me.

Piss spurts out her lips, around the base of my cock, so hot.

"Drink slut, don't you waste a drop!" And I feel her throat open, gulping my
urine down, being the piss slut I know she is. The pee whore I've made her.

My hands drop to her shoulders, gently caressing, and she is drinking my piss
without restraint. It feels so good, but I'm not through. I pull back, feel her
face follow me, and push off against her shoulders.

The yellow stream hits her nose, chin, neck, dripping down onto her tits. Skin
glistening, shiny with my fluid.

I guide it down her body, hitting her belly, her bush, her thighs. She leans
back, thrusting her hips forward, watching my stream hit her cunt lips.

"Spread pisswhore," I tell her. She slides her knees open, and spreads her
pussy lips to bare her clit for me. The hot flood splashes on her fingers, her
clitty, her lips.

Then the stream stops, cock spasming, pushing out one last splash, and I am
empty.

I see her swallow one more time, and slowly slide towards the floor.

I drop beside her, and kiss her head. My hands glide slowly down her back. She
winces as my fingers graze a fresh welt.

"Thank you Master. Thank you for showing me I'm a piss whore." Her voice, so
calm, muffled by the carpet.

I guide her gently to the floor, pushing her firmly face down. She lays flat,
and I slide above her, my balls dragging on her thighs.

She is so beautiful to me. Skin so pure, welts so bright. Face down,
submissive, completely in my power.

I rub the tip of my bulging dick against the bud of her asshole. The tiny hairs
there caress my meat.

"Master, please..." She is begging. For mercy?

"Please what slut?" I whisper, rubbing my cock against the piss and pussy juice
of her cunny.

"Master please fuck me in the ass. Please fill me stretch me ream me fuck me
use me fill me with cum please!"

And she is truly mine.

"Beg." I call.

"MASTER, PLEASE! PLEASE FUCK ME IN THE ASS, PLEASE USE MY ASSHOLE, FUCK ME,
TEAR ME, FILL ME PLEASE I BEG YOU!" I push against it, forcing the rim to
spread.

"are you my buttslut?" I ask.

"Yes, OH YES, PLEASE FUCK YOUR BUTTSLUT, PLEASE MASTER PLEASE!"

"Little one, you want daddies cock up your ass?" I ask. It's amazing. Her
posture changes, she slumps, begins to curl up beneath me.

"Yes Daddy, please Daddy, please fuck your little girl in the ass!" So child
like, so soft.

I thrust in, hard, deep, slamming her ass, spreading her anus, plunging down.
Not gentle, forceful, filling her butt with cock.

My chest hits her back, pinning her to the floor. My balls slap the back of her
thighs. And I hump into her, thrusting, fucking, hard, no foreplay, no build
up, using her fragile poopshoot.

"OHGOD Daddy, it burns!" And I bite down HARD on her earlobe.

"Oh! Oh! It hurts owwwww!" So tight, so warm around me.

"Fight me!" I whisper.

"Daddy please no! I don't want this daddy, you're too big. Oh god you're big
cock is splitting your little girl wide open, Daddy Stop, stop daddy Please!"

I feel it building, close, so close. I slam her harder, deeper, pushing her up
the carpet, across the room, hips slamming her asscheeks.

"Please don't rape my ass! Don't rape your little girl's ass! This is wrong, I
don't want to, please!"

She's crying again, and I love it, love her, so fucking much.

"It hurts, oh it hurts, please oh god please stop!"

I feel her scrambling, trying to crawl away, push me out, escape.

"You're a bad little girl. Bad! This is what happens to bad little cock teases!
Dirty little slut!"

My hands like claws on her shoulders, pulling her back onto me.

"Daddy No, Daddy No oh stop it hurts ithurtsithurts!" And I'm lost, a cock,
thrusting, thrusting, scratching, fighting, biting towards the explosion that I
know is coming.

"Master please! Master, PLUUEEZZEE!" Her voice fights through the fog around
me. "PLEASE MAY I CUM?" Desperation.

"Come," I whisper and explode deep in her bowls, feeling it boil out of me,
gushing into her while she shakes and spasms to her own rolling climax.

Long after I lay there, cradling her, feeling my cock slowly shrink out of her
ass. Smelling her scent, our scent. Knowing her flesh, my flesh.

I rolled off, onto my back, looking at the rug burn on her sweet little cheek.
Her eyes meet mine again, and a little smile sprouts on those wonderful lips.

"Thank you Master. Thank you, my love."

And I am fulfilled, complete, laying on the floor in a pool of my own piss.

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