Chapter 1 - Dressed for Success
"cunt, a slut should be covered with three things and not much else, sweat, cum
and piss, and as My slut that is what you will be covered with. you will wear
only what I allow you to wear, but from this day forward to some degree you will
dress like what you are and that is a slut. Until you have proven to Me that you
are worthy of meeting Me, the cum that you will be allowed to wear is your own
cuntjuice slut. My sluts' faces are constantly slopped, covered with cuntsnot.
In their noses so that they can smell what sluts they are, behind their ears so
the smell of their slutty cunt will radiate to those around them letting them
know what sluts they are. At times the rest of their slut bodies are covered
from head to toe with cunt snot. This is now your daily assignment slut,
wherever you go, to family dinners, work, church, you will wear cuntsnot on your
face. Do you understand cunt?" "Yes Master, i understand."
"Then what are you waiting for cunt, slop your fuck face." "Yes Master." With
that the novice slut reached between her legs, her face burning with
embarrassment and wet her fingers with the juices from her liberally dripping
cunt. Groaning in shame, she started wiping her own cuntjuice all over her face.
"Make sure you put one load up each of your nostrils cunt. I want you to smell
what a sloppy dirty slut you are." her cunt dripping more with each word her
Master spoke, reaching between her legs over and over again, her fingers
dripping with cuntjuice, her face shiny with it, until her whole face was
covered with cunt snot.
"How does that feel cunt, to have wiped your own cuntsnot all over your face so
that your face is dripping with it?" The shame of having her face covered with
her own cuntjuice had the novice slut's face burning and cunt dripping. "it
feels...." the novice slut stammered, not knowing what to say how to put it into
words. "spit it out slut, how does it feel to have covered your fuck face with
cuntsnot?" "humiliating Master" "Reach between your legs cunt, how does it feel
there?" "very wet Master" "Ah so My humiliation slut likes being covered with
cuntsnot. Then it is a good thing that you will be wearing it from now on.
Besides the day will come when your fuck face will be covered with some other
slut's cuntjuice or maybe you will be fortunately enough to be wearing the
cuntjuice of some Mistress that I let use you, fuckpig." "yyyyesss Master," the
novice slut stuttered thinking to herself, "but i'm not bi."
"What were you just thinking cunt?" "Master was thinking that i'm not bisexual
Master." "What are you slut, what makes that cunt quiver more than anything
else?" "Humiliation Master, am a humiliation slut." "Just think of the
humiliation that you will feel when you service another slut like the fuckmeat
that you are becoming even though you are not bi. Won't the humiliation be even
worse than if you were bi, cunt?"
"Yes Master, it will." "Then so it shall be."
"Now that W/we've got your face properly covered, W/we need to deal with the
rest of you slut. W/we will continue to clothe you from the skin out. Describe
for Me the cuntpit covers and milkbag holders that you have slut." The novice
slut was embarrassed by her granny-style cuntpit covers and milkbag holders. She
could hear her Master laughing lightly as she described them. "Now those aren't
fit for a slut.
Those are ladies panties and what are you cunt?" "a slut Master." "Right, you
have two days to rectify the situation. you are to go to Wal-Mart tomorrow and
but a wide assortment of proper slut cuntpit covers, all of them must be thongs
and must be thin enough to slide completely between the cheeks of that slut ass.
Do you understand slut?" "yes Master." "Don't throw the lady panties away
however slut, I have a fit slut use for them. As for those pitiful milkbag
holders, I realize that you have some huge milkbags that you haul around slut,
so you can't go without milkbag holders at all, but W/we need to make sure they
are proper slut milkbag holders. There is a site online that has open milkbag
holders for a slut with milkbags like yours, you are to go online today and
order some. Make sure that the ones you order completely show the nipples on
those milkbags. I want the guys at work, in the classes that you teach to be
staring at My slut's tits whenever possible. Do you understand slut?"
"Yes Master, but..." "But what slut?" "anything that I order won't be here in
two days Master. How can i fix the situation in two days Master?" "Go get a pair
of scissors slut." As she quickly got a pair of scissors, she wondered how that
answered her question. "Take that black granny milkbag holder that you described
to Me slut and cut the inside of the cup out, as close to the edge as possible
but leaving those milkbags some support." As she cut, she realized that this was
going to leave her entire tit exposed. The thought of wearing the cut open
milkbag holder had her face burning. she wondered what it would look like, what
the people at work would think. "you are to wear that milkbag harness until the
other milkbag holders come in. you may only wear one layer of clothes overtop of
it, and you best stand up straight and tall so that those nipples are showing
how proud you are to be My slut. Do you understand slut?" her face burning,
thinking of all the stares that she would get, her 38D chest already causing
enough stares when she kept it completely covered, wondering what it will be
like now, thinking the black milkbag harness would show through in a lot of her
clothes and people would see that she had deliberately cut her milkbag holders
to expose her tits. she was so lost in her imaginings that she failed to answer.
"Pay attention cunt, do you understand?" "Yes Master, sorry Master." "don't be
sorry, do better, if I have to speak to you again about paying attention, you
won't like it and you won't forget again. Do I make Myself clear slut?" "Yes
Master."
"Now for the rest of your clothes. your shirts describe them." One by one the
novice slut described the different shirts that she had. Some she had to modify,
some that she had never worn outside the house would now be worn, others were
thrown away. Each button down shirt lost the top 3 buttons so that they were
open to the middle of her tits, the spaghetti strap tank tops were now going to
be worn without milkbag holders, so that the whole world would see her milkbags
flopping around, showing them off like the slut she is.
"slut, do you wear pantyhose?" "Yes Master." "Well not anymore, you are allowed
only thigh high hose. Your skirts describe them." Skirt after skirt she set
aside to have to hem up. "you will be busy tonight, I want those skirts hemmed
up to no longer than 17 inches. From now on, you will always bend from the waist
and sit with your legs spread, do you understand slut? I want that slut ass and
cunt on display whenever possible." "yes Master, i understand" "you should be
thankful that I'm letting you wear cuntpit covers for now slut, because before
too long that cunt will be bare at all times except when you're bleeding. Ah
speaking of which, is your cunt bare slut?" "yes Master it is shaved clean."
Chuckling, "such a slut."
"Tomorrow when you go to work, you are to go with your fuckface slopped, the
milkbag harness, one of the button-down silk blouses, slut skirt, thigh high
hose, and ohhhhh, W/we have forgotten shoes. Describe your shoes to Me slut."
the novice slut had a variety of shoes ranging from 2 to 4 inch heels. "Wear the
3 to 4 inch heels from now on slut. In fact, while online get a couple of pairs
of 6-inch heels that you are to wear around the house to get used to wearing. In
fact, when you are home, you are to be wearing only those shoes and one other
item that you will need to pick up while you are at Wal-Mart tomorrow."
"Tomorrow during your trip to Wal-Mart you are to buy only these things, so that
the cashier will know what a slut you are. you are to get the sheerest,
sluttiest cuntpit covers you can find, get a bunch of them, enough for two
weeks. After you have picked those out, you are to go to the pet department and
pick out two things, a black leather dog collar. Try on at least 5 different
collars. By that I mean you are to attach them around your neck in the store for
fit. After you have tried on 5 different collars, put the heaviest black leather
collar in your cart. Then find a heavy leather leash. Snap it a few times to
make sure it sounds good. Then put it in your cart. After you have found both of
those, go to the tag-making machine and print out a dog bone collar tag with
your new name on it 'wetcunt'. Do you understand wetcunt?" "Yes Master"
"After you have done all that you are to check out, laying all of items on the
belt, including the dog tag. Do you understand wetcunt?" wetcunt's face burned
with the thought of having to do that, tears started to form just thinking about
the cashier seeing that dog tag. Stammering out a "yyyyess Master" wetcunt
wondered how she would be able to do it. "Oh and the cashier has to be a male
cunt. Once in the car, you are to put the tag on the collar and place the collar
around your neck, attach the leash to it and drive home like that. you will walk
like that with your training collar and leash on from your car into your
apartment. Do you understand wetcunt?" Groaning out a "yyess Master" wetcunt's
mind was racing, what if my neighbors see, what if i'm stopped by the cops on
the way home. "Oh and wetcunt, be careful driving home, you wouldn't want to be
pulled over by any cops with your collar and leash on. But just think you will
be well on your way to dressing like the slut you are, you will be dressed for
success slut."
"I know that you will sleep well tonight thinking of the chore that you have to
do tomorrow. Pleasant dreams cunt." "Good night Master." "Oh, one more thing
cunt, two reports tomorrow, one on how you are dressed in the morning and the
reactions to that, both yours and those around you. I want to know every look,
every comment, and how it is affecting My slut's cunt. Also a full report after
you get back from Wal-Mart with complete details of the cashier's reaction to
that slophole's reaction. your training has begun cunt and you will wear nothing
but that collar and those shoes to remind you of that fact."
