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PERIOD
Chapter 4
It was time to give my slut something to eat. I had no desire to have her starve. I brought her a nutritious meal, scrambled eggs, tuna fish, chopped meat and a glass of fine wine. A lot better than dog food, but I did put it in a large bowl and mix them all together until it was a mess. I was going to make her eat it while all fours, without the use of her hands. However that plan would have to wait as when I came downstairs, Liz informed me that she was about to have her period.
Well, it is a good thing I had thought about this likelihood. There were things that I could not do. I could not go into her apartment and pick up her supply of tampons or pads, (somehow I saw her using pads, I did not see her actually putting something in her cunt.) I could not purchase tampons in a local store, someone would definitely notice and it might cause comment. I probably could go to a store 100 miles away, where no one would know me, and pick up some tampons, but I did not feel like driving for three hours. In addition, if anyone should happen to recognize me I would have an impossible job to explain this trip. I thought of having her live outside in a doghouse till her period was over, but I would have to go outside to use her and I did not want to be inconvenienced. I would use her period to increase her humiliation. I had her kneel with her legs apart and took the vibrator out of her cunt. I pulled off my pants and underpants. I wear cotton underpants and I bunched them up and pushed them into her cunt. “That should do to keep your blood off my floor. Now thank me for my kindness and then beg permission to worship my cock with your tongue.”
I could see on her face that she was not thrilled to have my underpants inside her cunt. It would get worse, but all in good time. She thanked me for allowing her to use my underwear as a tampon, and begged permission to suck my cock. She said the words, but there was no sincerity there. I think it was Sam Goldwyn who said that the most important thing in life was sincerity. When you can fake that, you’ve got it made. She couldn’t come close to faking it. Now she would pay the price.
“You don’t really think I will accept that poor excuse for a thank you. I have trained you better. I pushed her face down and bent each arm back attempting to bring each hand to the opposite shoulder and then chained each wrist to the rings on her collar. She moaned in pain. This was physically painful, but I was going to break her psychologically as well. I took out some masking tape and ran it over her wrist, stretched it tightly around her neck and then around her other wrist. I then removed the chains. “The masking tape will not choke you. If you pull on it, it will tear. If it tears, it will free your arms from the pain they are now in. However, I promise you that if the tape should tear, you will undergo more and greater pain than you have ever experienced. I will begin by fastening clips on your tits, your cunt and your clit, and then proceed to whip you on your palms, your feet, your ass, your tits and your cunt. I would strongly urge you not to tear the tape.”
She shuddered in fear. I thought this was a masterstroke. I forced her into cooperating with her own torment. If I left her wrists chained, she would be free to struggle within her chains. This was much more diabolical. She could free her wrists at any time, but must be constantly holding position, perhaps even pushing them higher and torturing herself even more for fear of the terrible torture that would await her if the tape tore.
She was lying face down on the floor. I put a spreader bar between her legs, and then spoke to her again. “I know that you are a slut that enjoys being fucked. I cannot fuck your cunt just now, but if you beg me sincerely, I will fuck your filthy ass so you should not feel completely deprived.”
She was learning. She begged me in tears, to fuck her filthy ass, she was not worthy of such an honor as having Master fuck her filthy ass, She would be eternally grateful if Master would tear her filthy ass apart with his mighty cock. Finally, I reminded her to make sure that the tape does not tear and I lay atop her, pushing my cock into her tight and unlubricated asshole. I was not interested in her pleasure, but only my own. Her pain was my pleasure, as I pounded deep into her tight back door. I could feel her struggling to maintain the upward pressure that tortured her arms as I pounded as deep and hard into her ass as I could. I was going to give her one hell of a work out as I am middle aged and had come enough in the past two days so that I was drained. Her tits were bouncing painfully on the hard floor. She was a picture of pain.
Then it happened. I could feel her begin to rock against the floor, forcing her pubic bone up and down. I could sense her breathing get more rapid. I did not expect this. She was truly becoming a slut. I had to think fast. Did I want to bring her to the brink and make her stop? Did I want to force her to cum, and then punish her for cumming without permission? I decided to humiliate her and demonstrate her sluttiness. I let her go on for a while, until she was really breathing hard and very near cumming. I was near cumming myself as I told her that she must not cum without permission but I would permit her to beg permission and if she convinces me of her sincerity and need, I might grant her permission.
Wow! I could feel her body tense. She had forgotten about the no cum rule and was almost there. She begged through her tears, still carefully holding her arms high on her back. “Merciful Master, your lowly slutty slave begs to be allowed the privilege of a cum. I have no rights except the right to try to please you. My body is yours, my soul is yours, I have nothing to offer you as you own everything I have. You have the right to control my pain, but I beg you to allow your slave to cum and pray that my cum will give you pleasure.” Well, that was sincere and earned a favorable response. “Cum when you feel the first of my sperm shooting up your ass.” I was not going to make it easy for her by counting. Let her learn to stay on the edge. But it did not take long. I shot my load in her ass and felt her go over the top. “Thank you Master, thank you Master, thank you Master” she screamed repeatedly. Even in her excitement she still kept her hands up her back so as not to break the tape. She was learning.
It was time for further humiliation. I raised her head by pulling on her hair and put the bowl of food under her lips. “You have 10 minutes to eat. If you finish I will free your arms.” With that I released her head and watched as she began to greedily eat her meal. It was awkward for her, but she gobbled down the slop as fast as she could. Later I would add all sorts of interesting things to her meals, sperm, piss and other things, but this would do for a start. When she finished, I did remove the tape and allow her to move her wrists, but I had another humiliating assignment for her.
I gave her a box of 24 different colored crayons and ordered her to write lines, 200 times, “I am a slutty bitch.” Small assignment, one small catch. No two letters that touch may be of the same color crayon. Not above, below or on a diagonal. You have four hours.” If it was good enough for Harry Potter it would be good enough for Liz. She would have to concentrate on the assignment to make sure the colors did not touch and I wanted very much for her to concentrate on her assignment.
I left her alone and came down three and a half hours later. After all, she had no way of knowing the time anyway. She was not finished. She had actually done 175, which put her on a pace to finish, but I wanted an excuse to further punish and humiliate her. “So you are a slutty bitch?” “Yes Master, I am a slutty bitch and I beg your forgiveness for not completing my assignment.” “Very well, I shall treat you like the slutty bitch that you are.” I placed her on her knees and led her outside to the doghouse. First I would use her period to humiliate her even further. What could be more humiliating for her than having my underwear in her cunt as a tampon? I took it out of her cunt and put it in her mouth and ordered her to suck it clean. She was outside and I was not worried about her bleeding on the floor, she was in the dog house. I chained her on her knees with them spread wide so her cunt was readily available. Then I spread some fluid taken from a female dog in heat and spread it on my slave’s cunt. Then I released the dogs. “You are a slutty bitch, you said so yourself. I will not fuck your cunt while you are bleeding but my dogs have no such reluctance. I think you will enjoy. Remember, you cannot cum without my permission.”
I released my four dogs. First was Satan, a black Labrador retriever. Then Devil, a Great Dane. Then Mephistopheles, a German Shepherd. Then Lucifer, a big Bull Mastiff. Four big dogs, all tame but all trained to fuck a human cunt. And they did. Liz gasped as she saw them. She was scared, more scared than she was since her first minutes of slavery. Then she felt her cunt being penetrated by a long thin cock. She spit out the bloody underwear that was in her mouth. I lashed her tits five times quickly and put it back into her mouth. “Next time it will be 10,” I announced quickly. She resumed her sucking of the bloody underwear.
The doggie fucking was not painful, just humiliating. As I watched I began to notice something that amazed me. My bitch was beginning to breathe more heavily. She was becoming flushed. I did not believe it. Slut was becoming excited. She was going to cum while being fucked by my dog Satan. How humiliating would that be? I would make it even more humiliating. I would let her cum, but not yet. I would let her wait, make her desperate and then make her pay a price of pain in addition to humiliation.
Satan was fucking away, and Liz was breathing faster and faster. I could tell she wanted to cum very badly, but was as ashamed of this desire. Finally, lust triumphed over shame. She started to beg. “Please, Master, I beg you to let me cum. I need to cum. Please give me permission to cum.” “I will let you cum if you beg me to suck each of my dogs cock and then beg each one to fuck you. Then I will let you cum. Liz was panting, she was biting her lips, using one hand to slap her own nipples, trying to restrain herself from coming. She was flushed from shame, but she begged to suck my dogs cock and fuck them each in turn. She was as passionate and sincere as she could be. I allowed her to cum. She came long and loud, thanking me for the privilege of coming. I let her rest for a minute, then had her begin sucking my dogs, then when she got them good and hard, she knelt over and begged the dog to fuck her. She did this with all four dogs and begged each time for permission to cum. I had an idea in my head. I would let her cum when she was being fucked by a dog. It would continue her humiliation. It was remarkable day, Liz was broken and would now be trained for my pleasure.
It was the worst day of my life. To be punished for menstruating, for having my period. To have Master’s underwear shoved up my vagina, used as a tampon. I never used tampons, I never wanted anything in my vagina. But his underwear, right off his sweaty body? Then he didn’t like my “sincerity” as I thanked him. He bent my arms behind my back till they were almost touching my shoulders. That hurt, but what was even worse is when he made me hold them there myself as he used a very tearable tape to hold them in place. I had to be very careful. He threatened the harshest whipping if the tape tore, leaving me no choice but to torture myself.
Then he made me beg to be fucked in the ass. By this stage I felt that I had best try to be as sincere as I could. I put all my acting ability into my plea, as the last thing in the world that I wanted was to be fucked by this devil, let alone to be used in my rear. No decent woman wants to be penetrated in her rear. That is evil and obscene. But that is what he did to me. I was degraded, just a hole to be used.
The worst thing was what I began to feel. I began to feel excited. What kind of a slut was I, to become excited while being tortured and anally raped. Yes, it hurt, but I began to enjoy hit. I began to rock up and down on the floor, trying to add to my pleasure. I was becoming a lust filled slut. I did not want to enjoy this, but I did. And this devil that was raping me knew it. He made me beg him for permission to cum. I tried to resist but I could not. I begged him for my permission and came when he did, as he directed.
I was becoming a slut. After he allowed me to eat, he freed my hands and made me write lines. “I am a slutty bitch.” Well, it was true and he would prove it. First he took the bloody pants out of my vagina and put it in my mouth!!! Then he had his dogs fuck me! Fucked by his dogs!! Satan, Devil, Mephistopheles and Lucifer. Appropriate names. And I was enjoying it!!! I was enjoying being fucked by his dogs. I was getting excited. I was going to cum. But I had to ask my Master’s permission. I could not dare cum without his permission. He made me beg! Beg to suck his dogs! Beg to fuck his dogs! And I did. I had to get his permission. I could not dare to cum without his permission. I needed to cum. Being fucked by his dogs was making me cum. I truly was a slutty bitch. I was going to go to hell. I was a lust crave slut. I wanted to cum more than anything else in the world. I would have to please my Master. I was going yo hell, I might as well enjoy my sluttiness.
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