cunts tales
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Posted:Jul 11, 2011 12:42 am
Last Updated:Dec 16, 2011 1:05 am 4403 Views
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Everyday cunt rises from bed and without thinking about it anymore, drops to its knees on the floor, places its hands on its head and stays there for ten minutes quietly giving thanks to its Owner for His attentions. After ten minutes, cunt rises and enters the bathroom, squats over the toilet seat, never allowing its ass to touch it, and relieves itself. Ignoring the toilet paper that hangs there, cunt cleans itself with its hand, drying the hand afterwards by wiping it over its bare skin. Finishing, cunt checks the toilet seat for any drops and seeing some there, uses its tongue to clean it up. Finished, cunt returns to its bedroom and logs on the computer to send Him its daily schedule and report, remembering to thank Him as it does every day.
cunt attends to the morning, seeing off to school and tidying the house. it doesn’t take a shower unless He orders it, as He likes the thought of cunt smelling faintly of dried piss on its body. Each time cunt needs to piss, it follows the same procedure, each time wiping its hands over its naked body.
Checking the time, cunt dresses for the gym. No knickers under tracksuit bottoms and a very lacy, non supportive bra was all He permitted it to wear, so while its tits were covered, they still bounced, allowing other men to view them while cunt exercised, knowing this would cause cunt much embarrassment, He took great pleasure in this mild humiliation. cunt was permitted to shower at the gym and dress, but no underwear at all was permitted.
cunt arrived home from the gym and it was time to carry out the next daily ritual. it went to its bedroom, stripped naked and knelt on the bed, head and chest touching the bed, ass up high. lubricating a butt plug with its mouth, cunt reaches round to fully insert it in its ass hole. There cunt remains for fifteen minutes, its mind focused on the pain and discomfort in its ass hole. cunts other hole is wet, hot and throbbing with desire, twitching with the need to be touched. cunt knew better, and this was all part of His training of His cunt. He kept cunt in a continuous state of arousal, rarely permitting release unless He was present, or on the phone listening to it.
After fifteen minutes had passed, cunt carefully slid the plug out of its ass. Then it knelt once more to give silent thanks to Him.
cunt dressed and checked the computer once more, as it was time for it to send another report to Him. cunt wrote all that it had done that day and how it felt during every moment. cunt knew that He shared its writings on various internet sites, so made sure its grammar and spelling were correct. cunts mind wandered to when it may see Him, it didn’t see Him as much as it wanted, but cunt always knew her place, and knew it would see Him when He was able.
An email had arrived from Him and cunt quickly opened it, never knowing what it would include. Today’s was short and to the point, but nothing He had cunt do was for any other purpose than to entertain Him. His latest instruction had cunt gasping in shock when it read how He wanted it to piss into a pint glass and drink its own piss straight away. cunt was also to take photographs as proof of it drinking its own piss. Knowing He would be expecting the proof quickly, cunt was pleased that it needed a piss. Instead of the usual ritual over the toilet, cunt placed the glass close to its piss hole and squatted over it to relieve itself and watched while the golden liquid filled the glass. Not caring about piss dribbling down its leg, cunt held the camera in one hand and the glass of warm liquid in the other, and photographed itself drinking it down. cunt felt repelled and sick but kept drinking its own fluid. cunt felt degraded, humiliated, yet aroused at the sight of itself standing half naked in its kitchen drinking its own piss, a drink suitable for a cunt such as it is.
cunt pulled its jeans on over bare holes and emailed the photos to Him, knowing that He may or may not respond, but knowing He too would enjoy them and its humiliation.
The day continues, return, tea is cooked and things tidied. Finally it is bed time and cunt strips naked and climbs between the sheets to wait His night time text and instructions. While it waits, cunt knows to finger its holes, both of them. Increasingly excited, craving release, cunt calms its breathing as its fingers work in and out of both holes. cunts phone vibrates, it is Him ringing. cunt answers with its free hand, doesn’t speak as it knows it is not allowed to, simply listens to His strong voice, “ get the dildo from the drawer cunt” stopping what it was doing and with wet fingers, cunt reaches into the drawer. He hears it doing this. “put it in your mouth cunt and hold it there with your lips, imagine it is my hard cock fucking that hole while you finger fuck both of the other holes. Do this until you come cunt.”
Phone in one hand, dildo filling its mouth hole, cunt reaches down once again and fingers its other fuck holes, faster and faster, moaning around the dildo so that He can hear its release, cunt finally shudders with glorious release. He immediately hangs up the phone, not saying another word to it. This is its cue to sleep.”
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cunt is Owned
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Posted:Jul 11, 2011 12:41 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 9:24 am 4215 Views
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cunt found that it would save pissing until it was desperate, just so that it could savour the humiliation of knowing it was not good enough to be allowed to sit on the seat. it would enter the bathroom and squat over the bowl, never allowing it’s flesh to touch the cold surface. As it squatted there listening to the loud stream hitting the water below, it gave thanks to it’s Master, it’s Owner. Still it reached for the toilet paper as He had not yet removed that privilege, although cunt was certain that He soon would. cunt knows that it is nothing more than fuck meat and not worthy of such simple pleasures. Because it was so reduced to it’s natural state, cunt almost craved the taste of it’s own piss, so depraved had Master successfully made it.
For that was what He had done, what He had said He would do from the outset when cunt agreed to His contract. cunt knew that here, finally, was a Man who could see the real cunt before Him, a carrier of holes and tits, existing simply to serve the Superior Ones. He had so enjoyed stripping away cunts pretences of being a ‘normal’ human being, an easy task in one so willing. He had always known that this cunt truly meant it when it said it needed this life, craved it in fact.
He had thought to start slowly with cunt’s training, but found very soon that it had no limits, there was nothing it wasn’t prepared to do for Him. He learnt this on the first night of official Ownership, when He told cunt to shove a butt plug up its own ass, imagining that it was His cock, and hold it there for 15 minutes while fingering its other fuck hole. Of course cunt had immediately carried out the order, to the letter, and thanked Him in its detailed written report on the task. He knew then that slow did not need to exist, this cunt was already depraved, now all He had to do was exploit that depravity for His own amusement.
A lot of the testing of cunt had been done via emails and phone, but He of course had a key to its house. He would normally text the cunt before He arrived so that it could prepare itself, give itself an enema and get into whatever position He demanded. cunt was not permitted to speak, or look at Him on such visits. That was saved for more sociable occasions, but when He simply wanted to feel His cock in His fuck holes, or thrash the cunt’s tits for the hell of it, cunt was never to attempt speech. Often He would have it blindfold and gag itself just to make sure. The sight of it when He entered it’s house, usually exposing His holes was enough to fill His cock with pulsing blood. He would take His time examining His property, feeling its holes with rough fingers, squeezing its nipples until they grew red and erect, often He would lecture it, and bring up failed tasks, or similar misdemeanors. Not that He needed an excuse, but He liked to watch His fuck hole grow swollen and wet while He talked.
He would savour the time with His cunt, one of His favourites was to fuck its mouth until He spurted His juices into a bowl which He would then piss over and force the cunt to lap up like the bitch it was. Simply watching it do this was enough to make Him grow hard again and His arousal would be further strengthened by using His cane on its body until it carried His marks and its fuck hole was oozing with wetness. To torment it further, He would enter that wet, deep hole with His hard cock, listening as His balls slapped against its enlarged clit, knowing cunt would soon not be able to hold back the orgasm that was so close. Before the cunt was able to climax, He would pull out of that fuck hole and quickly enter the other, tighter, smaller one, lubricated with the cunt’s own juices. cunt would gasp in shock as He fucked His hole harder and harder, wanting to hear it scream in agony and ecstasy. He would cum, filling cunts asshole with His juice, before collapsing into a chair, leaving cunt on its knees, red faced, cunt hole dripping with its juice, ass hole dripping with His. He would leave it while He prepared Himself a drink, knowing that cunt would be beside itself, craving release of its own. Slowly drinking and watching cunt, He would quickly take some photographs of its behind, dripping liquids. These He would share on the internet later. Before taking His leave, if cunt was lucky He would allow it to finger fuck itself while He slid His cock in and out of its mouth for cleaning, then and only then would cunt be allowed to bring itself off and only then because it amused Him to watch its frantic fingers work on, in and around His holes.
Finally, satisfied, He would leave cunts house, until the next time.
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at last a continuation
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Posted:Jul 8, 2011 2:22 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 9:24 am 3814 Views
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..... for what seemed an age i remained on the floor until His fluids had dried into a smelly mess on my body. my ass hole was hurting from His attention as i struggled to my feet to clear up, removing my hood and blinking at the harsh light. i gathered the sheet and placed it in the washing machine and mopped the floor clean before finally entering the shower and continuing my day. my thoughts were never far from Him, anticipating His return later and release for my dripping cunt.
my phone went off, signalling a text message. It was from Him,
"cunt, i trust your hole is dripping with desire. I want you to insert your hand inside it, as far as it will go and keep it there until I say remove it. take a photo."
Taking the camera and phone, i laid down on the sofa and positioned myself so that i could slide my left hand into my wet cunt, i had to work to get four fingers inside my own wet hole and the angle was awkward, but i managed to take a photo before putting the camera down. There i was, laying on my sofa, fucking my hole with my hand, desperately trying to get more inside me, and desperately fighting an urge to cum all over it. For twenty minutes i was doing this, my breathing getting faster with desire and need. When the phone went off again i grabbed it with my clean hand;
"good cunt. remove your hand and lick it clean. cu later"
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Another story
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Posted:Apr 12, 2011 10:23 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 9:24 am 4241 Views
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Over time, He had me well trained. To the point that it became normal to never wear knickers covering my sex. It didn’t matter whether I was at the gym, riding my bike or attending a school meeting. Jeans and leathers were sometimes necessary of course, but as long as I didn’t wear them in His company, that was fine. I don’t own any knickers now, He removed them, burnt them in the garden on the barbeque! The only bras I own are one for the gym, and the ones He had bought me, lacy, exposing, push up type of bras, but only to be worn when necessary. Most of the time, I went about my business naked under my clothes, clit rubbing against harsh fabric and tits bouncing and clearly visible. I was used to the feelings aroused in me, it bound me to Him even more, whether he was there or not.
I never know when he will turn up. He knows my every movement, every minute of the day. Usually, I will receive a curt phone call issuing instructions, but sometimes He will just turn up. On those occasions, I know to immediately stop what I may have been doing, and strip naked without speaking or looking at Him. Then, when my clothes are removed, to kneel before him, hands on head, eyes downcast and wait. This has become second nature. I do not question it or wonder what the hell I am doing, this is how it is meant to be. I am here purely for His pleasure and I thrive on that. He has my trust, and now, I will do whatever He tells me.
That doesn’t mean that sometimes I am unhappy at His orders! He had to go away recently on a business trip and would only have email contact with me. I was sad, and knew I would miss Him terribly, but the morning he was due to leave, I received an email from Him,
“I leave later today, and while I am away I have two new tasks in your training.
1) Three times a day (you may select when) you will pee into a pint glass. When you have finished, you will drink it down. This is because you will be drinking My piss on my return and I expect you to be used to the taste. Three times a day, you will send me time-stamped pictures of you drinking the piss as proof.
2) I am planning something very special when I get back, but you need to prepare by stretching your cunt. Every morning when you wake and every night you go to bed, you will use the huge dildo I bought. By my return I expect your cunt to be able to take it all.
See you in a week cunt. X”
I was not happy at all! He had of course pissed on me, but never in my mouth! I wasn’t sure I could do it, but thought there’s no time like the present, and grabbed a pint glass from the kitchen shelf, dropped my trousers and right there in the kitchen relieved myself into the glass. With piss still dripping from me, I raised the glass to my lips before remembering the camera! Grabbing it from the sitting room, I held it to one side and snapped away as I drunk my own piss from the glass. Humiliating? Oh yes…very. Horrible, nasty and horny as hell? That too.
Pulling up my trousers, I washed the glass and went to upload the pictures, which I emailed to Him straight away, remembering to say “thankyou”.
I can’t believe really that I did it so quickly, so easily, but this is who I am. He says and I do.
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Stories......one of many.........enjoy and comment!
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Posted:Apr 10, 2011 3:13 am
Last Updated:Dec 16, 2011 1:06 am 4878 Views
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He, of course, has a key to my house. We have been seeing each other for a few months now, slowly at first, lots of talking and discussion before enjoying our mutual interests.
He was working, I knew that, so did not expect to see Him today, or hear much from him. That was fine as I had certain little tasks to do during the day, to keep me mentally bound to Him.
When the phone rang I was surprised to see His name on caller display. He simply told me what to do and hung up the phone.
Excitement coursed through my body, yet I didn’t know for sure if He would actually turn up, or if this was another test. I didn’t dwell on that possibility, instead immediately did as I had been told.
I went upstairs and removed all my clothes, then went from room to room opening the curtains wide, yes… people may have seen me, but I guess that was the point of the exercise. Taking the hood He had given me and a sheet, I went into the sitting room, placed my earphones in my ears, turned ACDC up full blast and pulled the hood over my head, blocking all light and all other sound, other than the greatest rock band in history of course! I then laid down on the sheet on the floor, on my back, placing my hands on my head and opening my legs wide.
I was shaking with anticipation, and knew that I was getting wet and swollen. It was cold on the floor, and I could feel my nipples becoming more erect. All sorts of thoughts were racing through my mind. I had no idea if he was there as I could see and hear nothing. Time felt like an eternity as I waited, deprived of my senses.
Suddenly I jumped as a stream of warm fluid hit my stomach! As the smell reached me, I knew that He was relieving himself over me. I gasped and I thrust my hips upwards in an almost involuntary gesture, offering myself to Him. I was laying on my back, covered in His piss, willing Him to enter me, give me what I needed. The music came to an abrupt stop as He turned off the ipod, pulling the headphones from my ears so that I could hear Him speak,
“get up cunt and get on your knees.”
With the piss running off me, I immediately got into position.
“spread your ass” He said.
I reached round and pulled my ass cheeks as far apart as I could, exposing both holes, one of which was craving His cock and dripping wet. He slammed His cock deep into my cunt. I was gasping, close to orgasm as His balls slapped against my engorged clitoris. Before I could have release, he pulled his now wet cock out and I could feel Him pushing against my ass hole. I knew He would enter that hole, He wasn’t asking permission. I yelped as He pushed it in, and felt tears of pain stinging my eyes as he fucked that hole hard. As He came, He pulled out and sprayed his juice all over my back and exposed holes, and it mixed with His piss that was slowly drying there.
He walked round me, unzipped the mouthpiece on the hood, and presented His cock for cleaning. I licked and sucked every inch of him clean, finishing by sucking his balls clean.
The whole time, he had said hardly anything to me, other than to issue instructions. I still couldn’t see his face, and was still on my hands and knees on the floor.
“Right, I am going back to work cunt. Stay there until the piss and cum have dried on your body, then go and shower. DO NOT CUM! I want you dripping when I return later this evening.”
With that, he left…………
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10th April 2011
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Posted:Apr 9, 2011 11:49 pm
Last Updated:Jul 6, 2011 3:39 am 3978 Views
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Blog 10th April 2011
Maybe it’s just me…cynical and a tad jaded? I have tried straight, ‘vanilla’ relationships, that have had all the togetherness and touchy feely stuff that I love, but have always been a bit too ‘safe’ sexually. I reckon I am too old now to settle for half measures. Surely there must be someone genuine, caring AND dominant?
I could swan around these websites, receiving thrilling emails from blokes who hide behind their computer screens, but really….is that any substitute for the real thing? The actual pain, or the real life humiliation? Not in my book.
I don’t come to these sites anonymously. I am open about who I am and what I like. I have no jealous husband, or boyfriend. My friends know all about me, so what’s to hide, other than from my …who by the way are now 13 and 12…so less reliant on me these days.
My profile may put you off. Who wants a submissive who can speak her mind? Well, it may surprise some of you, but us submissives are a unique breed. Not doormats or life’s victims. We enter into this 100% comfortable with who we are and what we desire. Ok…most of us lol. I understand that these sites attract the attention seekers, the thrill seekers who promise you everything and then disappear, only to come back with a new profile a few days later. I have seen them all. Its not just the subs who do it either! For each genuine Dom I have ever spoken to, there must have been about 20 who were fakers, liars or wankers (literally).
Anyway, I am a prolific writer… so no doubt will have more musings to follow……
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