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The first person portions of this story are entirely true. The fantasy sequences about the character ‘slut’ are unfortunately, still just fantasies. Please read on to find the world where fantasies can be actualized- with your help, that is.
The Quest for a Cock Worship Slave
For better or for worse, I am the type of girl that cannot prefer to be anywhere more than being naked, collared and kneeling at Master’s feet.
“Tell me you love this cock”, he commanded me, while pulling my hair with his fist.
“I love your cock, Sir”, I said, which is a truth I look forward to saying all day long, every day even though there are relatively few days that Master allows me to serve him. And no other man ever forced me to say such a thing.
Master kept his perfect cock and balls pressed to my face. “You need to submit to my cock to be happy.”
I savored the feel of his hand forcefully pushing my head against the hairs at the base of his cock, desperate to taste the cock I love so much in my mouth. “Yes Sir, I need to submit to you cock to feel happiness.”
“Your life revolves around my cock”, Master dictated with finality.
“Thank You Sir, for allowing my life to revolve around your cock.” My cunt was so wet by then, I was barely able to reason. With his hand forcing my head right underneath his cock, I wanted nothing more than to suck him, to serve him.
“You need this cock because you are a slut.”
Yes. Whatever that word means, it must be true that I am a slut. For how could anyone else get so wet and pacified by hearing her Master say it. I whispered to him, “Yes Sir, thank you for making me your slut.”
“My cock is God to you.”
“Yes Sir, your cock is God to me.” It’s amazing that being forced to say this draws me further into Master’s web of control, which is all I yearn for.
“From now on you will worship my cock and write me a prayer to my cock every night”
“Thank you Sir for allowing me to worship your cock and write you prayers”, I said while wanting nothing more than to worship his cock with my mouth. But I knew if I sucked before Master gave permission, he would be furious. He dislikes unruly disobedience. This is why I need him.
He pushed me lower, so that his balls pressed against my cheek. “You need this cock. My cock is your God. My cock is your religion, isn’t it?”
“Yes Sir, your cock is my religion.”
Master relaxed in my office chair, while I remained on my knees with downcast eyes and my face pressed against the cock I love. He mused, “I want you to develop this religion through a story, so that it can be spread. You must write the tenets of this religion, so I can explain the nature of our relationship to someone else.”
“Thank you Sir for allowing me to express my worshipful devotion to your cock through a religion”
Master requires me to write to him nightly in a numbered slut confession. In it, I reveal my fears, desires and my gratitude for everything he is to me. Master also at times requires that I write my erotic fantasies in the form of stories to him. Master is often kind and allows me to masturbate and cum freely while I complete this task for him.
Hours later, as I repined on my bed, covered in wine red sheets, my mind slowly came down from the state of blissful euphoria that comes from submitting to the man who owns me. Master’s presence almost overwhelms me. All of think of when he is with me is serving his cock, but everything about him intrigues me. His moods, his impulses- for Master is not a ‘pseudo Dom’. As I am a natural born complete slut, Master is ubiquitously dominant. It is not a personality that suddenly manifests when it is playtime in the bedroom- his dominance is a natural garb, present through his questions, his actions- everything. It is why the bare presence of Master’s cock automatically beckons me to genuflect before it.
I inserted a small metal pen, shaped like a vibrator, into my wet cunt and moved to my computer. Master owns the same pen. He writes with it, but mine remains in my cunt at almost all times, so I am always reminded of who my owner is.
I open the word document and begin to compose my first prayer, embedded in a story that tells of the religion Master has given me, his wonderful cock.
“Praise to Master’s Almighty Cock, please grant me the discipline to obey Master’s every desire and please him in any way. Thanks be to Master’s Godly Cock, in its infinite wonder, for allowing me to please with my mouth fuckhole. And please Almighty Cock, your depraved slut begs to become more thankful to Master, because I know I need to in order to satisfy Master and because gratitude to Master’s rule is fitting as Master has had the wisdom to understand that I am meant only to be a slut that revolves around worshipping his Cock.”
I rocked back and forth, to stimulate my pussy and deviant mind as I sat at my desk. My room is already small, but instead of expansive white walls, it is lined with Closter phobia inducing wood beams. Master says my room is reminiscent of a kennel- cramped and small. I think he likes that I live in such a space even though it isn’t good enough for him. As my space is fitting for a pet, I suppose, Master’s is fitting for an owner- spacious and comfortable, filled with interesting modern amenities I could never even think to buy. But I want for him to be comfortable with me so he allows me to serve and please his cock for as long as possible.
I suppose it makes me want more in life. Without the rule of Master’s cock, I am a hibernating vagabond. I have no reason to get out of bed, to work or to better myself- I waste away without his majestic cock to worship. Baring this in mind, I began to think of a story to convey the crux of our relationship. A narrative religious text to tell the world about the essence of worshipping Master’s cock…
Slut felt a fleeting recollection of a life from months back- it seemed like eons ago. Occasionally, the hue of the marble floors she crawled on reminded her of something of that life- the color of trees or the faces of people. Vaguely, in dreams, her slut mind wandered into strange memories of studying in a city, of living in a holy land called Jerusalem. As if anywhere could be more holy than being on her hands and knees, exposed fully for use by Master’s wondrous cock. She not only felt no desire for freedom, she could only remember it incompletely. Often she forgot she ever had a name besides the one Master provided her- slut- a name she felt constantly thankful for as serving Master as his slut was her only purpose on earth, and the only task she could conceive of pursuing.
Master lead slut on a leash attached to a leather bitch collar until they reached the sacred idol, a bronze idol fashioned in the form of Master’s pelvis and erect cock.
It was early in the day. He yawned as he spoke. “You may kiss the cockgod.”
Slut salivated from her mouth fuckhole as she crawled towards the idol, closing her eyes, to kiss the gorgeous metal cockhead.
She recalled the first time Master allowed her the serve the sacred idol. She liked to think of his words- “You must learn to devote your new religion, which is to worship my cock. You will devote your every breathe and movement to serving my cock.”
Master was a benevolent God to allow her to imagine serving him even when she was not in his presence by providing her with a beautiful replica of Master’s perfect cock.
“Thank you for letting slut kiss the sacred idol, Sir.”
The Master stepped on slut’s back, forcing her head and neck down the floor before the great cockgod. “Beg me to chain your legs down so you are stuffed with the sacred cock.”
“Master, please, please chain slut to the ground she it is forced to serve the great cock idol with its fuckholes until you release it.”
The Master grabbed slut by her hair and twisted her around so her wet cunt was proffered to the idol’s erect form. He pushed her lithe body back onto the cock idol, being sure to hurt her with his force.
Slut wanted to moan, out of wetness and pain, but she focused on proper etiquette according to Master’s training. “Thank You Sir for so strongly placing slut’s cunt fuckhole over the wondrous cockgod.”
The Master slapped her face and took a small book bound in soft leather out of his pocket. With its silk bookmark and size, it looked like a bible. And it was. For slut, the book contained the holy word of God, her Master’s cock. Everyday Master opened the book to a page and required slut to read while she fucked the sacred idol hard. Today Master opened the book to slut’s favorite part, the commandments. He turned the video camera on the tripod on before he left the room and left slut to her daily worship of the cockgod.
Slut read the commandments aloud, in a whispering submissive voice, as she had been trained.
Commandment one: Pleasing Master’s Cock shall be slut’s first thought every morning and last thought before sleeping every night. This is slut’s most valuable privilege.
Commandment two: Slut shall keep its fuckholes clean and available to Master’s Cock at all times. Slut must be thankful for this great honor.
Commandment three: Slut must confess all its disobedient thoughts and actions to Master every day and beg for severe punishment for each transgression
Commandment four: Slut must pray to Master’s Cock everyday. Slut’s only priority in life is to worship Master’s Cock and aim to satisfy him with its obedience and fuckholes.
Commandment five is above all: Slut must be thankful for being allowed to serve Master’s great Cock as slut has no purpose and can feel no joy without serving Cock.
After the commandments, slut read the next verse:
Slut does not deserve ten commandments. Humans may have ten, at least. Slut’s mind is too degenerate and simple, pitifully obsessed only with serving cock. It is unworthy of even five commandments, but Master is benevolent and has given it five. Slut should feel extremely grateful.
In some recess of her mind, slut remembered reading other holy words in her childhood- about a God in heaven. Immediately, she pushed such thoughts out of her mind. She knew she must beg for punishment for giving herself to distraction. Slut was not worthy of devotion to Master’s cock already today.
Sometimes, if slut were very good, Master would also allow her to worship his actual feet and his asshole. It was a holy trinity of sorts, but her devotion ultimately belonged to Master’s beautiful perfect cock. And today, she deserved harsh punishment for failing to concentrate properly on worshipping cock. Slut was bad.
Slut glanced at a grandfather clock at the corner of the room. Master ordered her to cum hard every half hour and the time was nearing. Slut thought about every part of Master’s cock as she came- she beautiful black hairs at the base, the colors of the veins bulging slightly under the perfect dark skin of his majestic and holy cock.
Master was a great presence- so strong and dominant. He exacted discipline so naturally- even from a wanton fuck animal like slut. Slut thanked Master aloud for allowing her to serve him a filthy dumpster to unload his cum on several times a day so that he could concentrate on more important things.
As the day passed, slut’s eyes filled with tears as she had fucked the statue hard for several hours and was extremely sore. She heard the door open and saw as the Master saunter towards her. She fucked the statue as hard as she could with her cunt fuckhole even though it was extremely painful for her.
Master pinched slut’s big tit and ordered her, “Serve the sacred idol with your asshole.”
Slut strained not to move away from his intense grip on her nipple and spoke, “Thank you, Master. Thank you for allowing slut to practice serving you with its asshole by serving the sacred idol and hurting it with your order.”
Master slowly walked away and left the room. She wanted to be an extra good cockslave by fucking the sacred idol very hard with her ass, so she would feel much pain. She was unworthy of the touch of Master’s cock and deserved to endure extreme pain for being filled with something as superior as the sacred idol, a representation of Master’s perfect cock. Slut focused on composing a prayer for Master while she fucked the sacred idol hard. She felt thankful that Master would probably grant her several hours to do this with the wondrous hard cockgod buried in her ass.
Her gaping cunt, well used from the hours spent serving the cock idol, immediately became sopping wet again upon thinking of a possible prayer to present to Master.
She composed her prayer:
“Master, please punish this filthy slut for so desperately desiring to serve your Cock even though it is not worthy of such an honor. Thank You, God, for allowing slut to express its devotion to your Cock throughout the day by worshipping the great Cockgod with its fuckholes. Praise to the glorious Cock for Masters cock is all that matters. Master’s Cock is the entire universe in itself. Slut is thankful to Master’s Cock for providing it with purpose. Slut begs and prays for Master’s Cock to fill its fuckholes and slut gratefully prays to receive the sacrament of cum from holy Cock, slut’s only Lord and Master. Amen”…
Master doesn’t keep me in a kennel or even in his house. He has never allowed me to worship his cock for an entire day, though I certainly wish he would. He will probably never keep me shackled inside anywhere so that I really cannot do anything besides worship his cock. No, my days still include any number of mundane tasks that do not directly involve serving Master. I clean my room. I deposit my paycheck. I shop. But I do wonder- what if Master did force me to live out my fantasies? What if he did keep me chained inside a private dungeon? Might I, like the characters of my fantasies, truly seek nothing besides serving Master’s cock? Would I miss movies or books or friends? Or somewhere inside of me, is my pure nature to be a cum slut slave and nothing but?
I guess I will never know for sure. But I lose myself and my mundane daily worries as I drift into my intense fantasy world…
Slut knelt inside her kennel, trying not to fuck her cunt, as she did not have express permission to do so. It was difficult for her as composing prayers to Master’s cock made her cunt so wet that her cheeks flushed bright red while sweat pealed down her luscious tit-meat.
She heard the dungeon door open and immediately knelt up with her back arched in as painful an angle as possible. She lifted her paws to beg as the Master lazily paced towards slut.
Inside the cage, trembled with fear and awe of the presence nearing her, Master’s cock. For slut, Master’s cock was a holy apparition and the presence of cock so near to her overwhelmed her senses completely. She felt overcome with reverence for Master’s divine cock as he opened the cage and pulled slut out by her bitch collar.
Slut instinctively lowered her lips and eyes to the floor, an inch away from the Master’s foot. She was not worthy of looking directly at his godly cock. Master mercifully taught her what her place was in relation to his cock.
“Say your prayers, Slut.”
“Master, slut is deeply thankful for your permission to worship your Cock, as this is the greatest privilege slut can aspire to. Slut is worthless before your Godly Cock and begs for punishment for speaking words from its worthless fuckhole mouth in the presence of its God, Master’s Cock. Slut begs Master to force it to debase itself through extreme humiliation and pain in order for it to be reminded of its place before Master’s Godly Cock. Master, slut now begs permission from Master to list ten ways it worships Master’s Cock.”
The Master said nothing for several seconds. He preferred to watch slut cower before him, trembling in awe of his cock. He laughed under his breath. “Yes. Permission Granted.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Slut gratefully worships Master’s great Cock every hour of the day.”
“Slut gratefully revolves around worshipping Master’s perfect Cock.”
“Slut is thankful to worship Master’s Cock through service of its fuckholes.”
“Slut is grateful for being allowed to always think of how to please Master’s Cock.”
“Slut is grateful for the strict sacred dominion of Master’s Godly Cock.”
“Master’s Cock is the most beautiful form in existence.”
“Master’s Cock is more important than everything else in creation.”
“Master’s Cock is holy perfection.”
“Master’s Cock is everything slut wishes to serve.”
“Master’s Cock is God Almightily, the only God Almightily and slut is very thankful Master has shown it this truth. Amen”…
At night I sat at my desk again, basking in submissive glow of a sort because Master recently used my fuckholes. I wondered oftentimes, how a creature as depraved as I am even functions amongst other people who are ostensibly normal. We all have our demons. But mine frighten me.
My ex-boyfriend, Justin, an upstanding vanilla citizen, once told me that there are laws and social customs designed to keep Americans out of bondage, that make sure our society is one of free people exercising their autonomy. He also said despite all these laws, I was the type of person with such fractured judgment and such helplessness that I was destined to find myself in bondage, in virtual slavery to whoever I depended on for my livelihood. I don’t think he fathomed how accurate that statement would become.
Of course, Master is the total opposite of me. And he is everything I wish I could be. So I am always compelled to give my soul to him, gratefully. I want to become an extension of him. A puppet for him. Wouldn’t that make me infinitely better than what I was by myself? Before I began to narrate my religiosity, I collected my thoughts-
Yes, Master. I am your slave.
My only purpose is to give you pleasure.
My every thought is dedicated to your service.
I love your cock. I live to earn your cum.
I am a cum slut and I need to be trained.
Master has made me repeat the last line again and again for him. He makes so many things as demeaning as possible in order for me to feel the weight of my servitude. He once told me he would break me down. He did not want a wanton wild animal, but a tame fuckpet. He said if I could not be rebuilt I would be left broken.
When I first heard this, I felt tepid about the idea. Now, months later I wish only for Master to break me down. Nothing fills me with more gratitude than Master’s orders. Even when he says he is disappointed in me, I am thankful to hear from him. It is because I cannot help my love for his cock and my need to worship it, concentrating entirely on how to please him. Again, I drifted into my fantasy world, where there is nothing outside of Master’s cock…
Slut tried to repress memories of the world of humans, who did not live in kennels in private dungeons below the ground. Humans had a specified amount of holy days to celebrate various events of historical importance in their religions. Slut was entirely unworthy of an even of religious significance, but her Master allowed her special days to celebrate the greatness of God, Master’s cock. Master was so kind to even present her with gifts while she worshipped his cock especially for the occasion.
Slut felt extremely excited that Master allowed her to worship cock while receiving spankings from Master’s leather belt as she loved to serve Master’s cock through amusing him with her pain. It made her feel as though she earned a bit her privilege of worshipping his cock. Of course, slut made sure to remind herself that the privilege of worshipping Master’s cock was just that- a privilege that something as lowly as slut could never legitimately earn, which was why she felt grateful Master gave not one, but so many opportunities to pray to his cock as her one true God.
“Slut, you can sometimes please me when you try. And I am going to reward you with my cock in your ass for being a good fuckpet. It will be your big present for the day my cock was born. I will even let you say an extra prayer while my cock is brutally fucking your tight asshole.”
“Master, thank you, Sir! Slut thanks you profusely for the extremely generous gift of a hard anal fuck and the allowance of an extra prayer at the same time.”
The Master arranged slut into a bending position, which would be excruciating for her to accept his cock in and thrust into her hard. Slut teared and bit her lip in pain as she spoke, “Thank you Master so much for reminding slut of the profound honor of being able to serve your cock with its anal fuckhole by thrusting into her so powerfully as to cause it extreme pain.”
The Master yanked slut’s head back by her hair and cruelly pinched her nipple. “Pray now.”
Slut whispered her prayer through her whimpering tears, “Master, thank you for showing slut the might of its God, your Cock by positioning it so strongly in its asshole. Thank You for showing slut the ferocious and determined nature of your Godly Cock by thrusting so intensely into slut’s tight asshole. Thank you for this tremendous gift on the celebration of the birth of your Almighty Cock. Dear Almighty Cock, thank You for hearing the prayer of this depraved cum dumpster. Please allow slut to please you, Master’s Cock, as best as possible at all times. Amen.”…
“Begin finding a submissive pet. You must proselytize the religion”, Master wrote to me in one of his incisive, but laconic emails. I suppose I knew he would give me this task, but I dreaded to read it nonetheless. Months ago, Master abandoned me for not completing this task. For him, there are no points for effort, no ‘what matters is that you tried”. Not complying is disobedience and he does not tolerate disobedience.
I dread this task, not because I don’t want to find a submissive pet of my own, but because I fear failure. I fear what failure will mean for Master’s interest in my fuckholes. And she cannot be just any pet. She must be willing to eventually submit to his will as well. She must convert to my religion of worship of Master’s cock. Perhaps we would serve him together. Or perhaps he intends to watch me dominate her.
You see, that is the purpose of this story. The purpose is for the world to hear my call for a submissive pet. For if I fail, Master will leave me again and might never come back. And even if he does come back, I feel he would with less interest, less belief in my capacity to serve him. And I cannot be without him, because I need to worship his cock in order to complete my life’s purpose.
No, she cannot be just any pet- Master will allow only those society deems attractive to serve and worship his cock. Svelte girls. Cute girls. I am flattered to know that Master must see me as one such creature. I know I must be a little thinner to truly please Master, but for now I am petite but also busty. I have long hair, as Master likes pets with long hair. And I am thankful that he thinks I have nice eyes.
In stories, I read and write of buxom barbies with tresses of hair cascading over their perfect bodies. It’s something most men want to possess- the social ideal. I don’t object. Not only because Master’s cock is my God and I wouldn’t dare to argue with anything that pleases his cock, but also because it makes sense to me that true submissive should subject themselves to Male chauvinist society’s constricting ideals. Female beauty is defined as it is for a reason. We are to be thin so that we occupy little space- it’s a sign of delicacy and submission. We are to be pretty, which means our faces should look youthful, sometimes even baby faced and innocently childlike, while men are valued for bold and matured features. Prettiness is the face of submission that evolution has granted females. It makes men want to use our fuckholes. It makes them feel it is their right to dominant and own us as though we are children that need their authority and discipline. The prettier women look comparatively more submissive, at least subconsciously. Many a submissive will constrict their bodies temporarily through corsets or modify it through piercing or tattoos even. But the most primal and authentic way of making one’s physical self submissive is to make it thin and pretty. It requires regulated intake of food and exercise. A piercing is a tiny 30 second hole. A 24 inch waist requires real submission, real dedication, real obedience to cock. I am working on my waist. Slowly and painfully, for weeks and months on end. I want my corset to be the internal fibers of my body that hold my waist taught and tiny. I want my entire body, from the inside out, to be submissive.
But it does make finding my pet difficult. She doesn’t have to be perfect, of course, like the kidnapped virgin supermodels that so heavily populate the archives of our sexual imaginations. No, she doesn’t have to be perfect. Just attractive. And in need of ultimate submission.
Years ago, when I was a teenager and my first crush rejected me, my best friend shrugged. She said “Where’s there is one. There is another.” And I almost always find it to be true. Except with Master. I don’t think there is any other even remotely similar to Master. He has no equal.
But there must be a girl. A girl like me. A girl who lays down at night and steps into a dark and vivid erotic world…
On an island somewhere off the coast of Australia- in an unknown tropical paradise, slut knelt beside Master’s newest acquisition, pet. Master sat on a throne made of bamboo trunks in front of a bonfire to light the dusk world. During the day, Master sometimes felt entertained by keeping slut and pet in coconut shell bras and hula skirts made of straw. But tonight Master kept them both nude and collared. Both willing slaves prostrated before his feet with their lips pressed to his toes.
“Whichever one of you slaves has been more pleasing shall be the first to taste my cum tonight.”
Slut and pet trembled and salivated at the mention of drinking cum from the Almighty cock they lived to worship.
“Say your prayers.”
Master trained slut and pet to alternate adoring his cock with prayers. He liked them to speak in whispering adoring voices.
Slut was allowed the privilege of saying the first verse of prayer, because Master acquired her before pet.
“Master, thanks be to your Almighty Cock for you have allowed us, your fucktoy slaves, to prostrate before your supreme Cock and worship tonight.”
Pet continued, “Praise be to the Almighty Cock because we two slaves are compelled to compete with one and other to be the first to taste divine cum. Pet is very grateful to dedicate itself entirely to servicing your Cock with its mouth.”
Slut kissed Master’s toe before taking her turn, “Thanks be to Master’s Godly Cock for rightfully forcing your slaves to suffer from uncertainty and envy as we desperately worship your Cock with our mouth fuckholes by bestowing only one of us the honor of first drinking your sacred cum.”
Pet finished the prayer. “Master, please severely punish your Cock worship slaves for thinking of each other instead of focusing entirely on pleasing and worshipping your Cock.”
Master relaxed his torso on the throne and pointed to his cock, signaling that the cock worship slaves should begin sucking.
Slut and pet both began unbridled devotion with their tongues, insatiably lapping and licking the length of Master’s cock. Master pulled slut by her hair and forced her to deep throat his cock while pet immediately tongued his balls. After deep throating slut long enough to choke her, he pulled her mouth fuckhole off and replaced it with pet’s. Pet’s mouth fuckhole bobbed up and down, as pet drooled with gratitude. Slut closed her eyes in devotion while licking at the hairs at the base of Master’s cock. Both slaves focused entirely on worshipping Master’s cock through service, which they knew was their only purpose.
Finally, Master pushed both slaves off his cock and both knelt below him with wide open salivating mouths, waiting desperately to taste his cum. Master came all over slut’s face and open mouth. Slut panted and focused on subduing her strong desire to orgasm at the taste of Master’s divine cum. Pet began to tear and wished only for punishment for being the less pleasing cock worship slave. It was all she lived for and she couldn’t stand being inferior at it. Pet tried to focus on how she could be more like slut and more pleasing to Master’s cock.
“Slut, share my cum with pet.”
Upon hearing the order, pet lunged at slut’s face to lap up the cum off her cheeks and lips. Slut and pet kissed deeply to share the divine cum, being sure to show their tongues frequently in order to entertain Master…
There must be some girl out there. Some girl between the palms of Micronesia or by the walls of Timbuktu or perhaps down my street in New England. I want to come to her. I want to find her and teach her the religion she needs to learn. I want to convert her to worshipping Master’s cock.
I want her to read this story and see herself desiring to be part of this primal fantasy. I want her to take the little minute to send me a message. Maybe because she is intrigued by me, for I have my charms, I suppose. I am young and attractive enough to appeal to girls who are even barely bisexual. And what I will do to my own submissive slut should Master wish that I dominate her as my own. I would spoil her with affection if she needed it or treat her with total contempt if she needed that instead. I would speak to her as Master speaks to me- with distant authority. I would have her kiss my feet and remove my socks with her mouth before I ground my pussy into her face and spoke to her like she needed to be spoken to-
“What is your purpose, fucktoy?”
And I would train her to say, “To serve your heavenly pussy, Mistress.”
“What are you thinking about, fucktoy?”
“Your pussy, Mistress.”
And then I would settle my pussy onto her desirous tongue and let her serve me with zeal. I would train her in worship of Maser’s cock as well, holding her by the collar and pinching her tits as she learned to suck him the way he likes.
I will search far and wide for my submissive slut so that Master can be pleased and pleased with me. It is best, I suppose, if she lives close by- in or around New England, the respectable and upright place Master and I live. But my girlish fantasies of romance and adventure draw me into hoping she lives far far away, so I have reason to travel somewhere exotic. I hope she lives in a Medieval castle in Europe, complete with a dungeon and moat. Or perhaps in the jungles of Cambodia, where she knows the secret ruins of Angkor Wat not yet discovered by the western world. Perhaps there we could officiate our religion- there on ancient holy grounds.
But before Master will ever consider making my fantasies come true, I must obey him properly by spreading my need to worship his cock. But as for you, what is your fantasy? You must tell me. Chapter two is whatever you want. It is within your power to express and make real. Email me and let your dreams take flight…
Slut was careful to remain absolutely still. Master tied her ankles above her head, leaving her cunt extremely exposed to the stranger who sat above her, holding a fork. Master told slut to carefully spoon caviar into her cunt and lie on an enormous platter on the dining table. Master tied her ankles over her head and presented her to an old colleague of his.
"Cunt juice is my preferred garnish for caviar”, Master commented.
Master's friend shoves the spoon into slut's cunt, hurting her so much it made it very difficult for her to remain still. But, his harsh treatment of her cunt with the spoon also made her extremely wet. Slut allowed her wetness to grow, feeling a bit ashamed of her hard nipples exposed to a strange man. Slut told herself she should ask for punishment for feeling shame, for she was not worthy of a sense of shame or dignity- her only purpose was to please Master's cock and there was no humiliation she ought not thankfully endure for the sake of Master's whims.
"You're right. It is better with cunt juice. And this fuckpet makes an abundance of it."
It was true. Slut concentrated the challenge of both staying extremely wet without moving even though she desperately wanted to cum hard.
Master's friend shoved the spoon into slut's cunt again and mused, "What tricks can this fuckpet of yours do?"
"Hmm? She only has one purpose. She lives to worship my cock. Slut, show him your trick- say your prayers."
Slut struggled not to cum immediately when Master gave her permission to pray to his cock in order to put on a show for his friend. The added stimulation of the spoon in her cunt was almost too much for her.
"Master, slut thanks you profusely for allowing it extra prayer time. Slut is extremely grateful for this privilege. Thank you for using slut's wet cunt juice for your pleasures. Slut prays that it satisfies Master's Godly Cock through her wetness. Please Almighty Cock, please keep strict discipline over slut's wanton wet cunt so that it is most pleasing for you. Thanks be to Almighty Cock for willing that slut pleases through use of its fuckholes. Amen.”…
Seek me at masterskitty99@yahoo.com . Chapter two is calling your rich fantasies.
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