A Mother's Day Story
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Posted:May 9, 2022 1:52 pm
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2022 12:02 pm 11661 Views
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As soon as we walked through the gate, I realized that this “Mother’s Day Brunch’ Jerry brought me to was a community party. Right inside the entrance was a trash can for cunt clothes. It was already half full of shoes, sundresses, etc. I quickly stripped and dropped my sandals and dress into the can, then followed Jerry deeper into the yard. Jerry was greeted warmly by his friends, and I was handed an ovulation test. Jerry signaled me to kneel on the concrete, and we listened as the host explained.
“This is a Mother’s Day barbeque. Here’s how it works.” I listened, but the host didn’t even look at me. He spoke only to my owner. “Have your cunt piss on the stick. There’s a kiddie pool on the side of the house, so she doesn’t make a mess in my yard. If she’s ovulating, she’s cunt use only for the afternoon. If she’s not, she’s anal and throat only. Here’s the deal, though, all cum needs to go into a breeding cunt. You can fuck all the ass and throat you want but make sure you shoot your load into a ripe snatch. “
Jerry laughed and directed me toward the pink plastic pool. There was another slave wife already kneeling in it and several more waiting for their results. When it was my turn, I squatted in the pool, trying not to get too dirty, and peed on the stick. Luckily there was a hose to rinse off while I waited.
A few minutes later, I heard Jerry let out a loud ‘Whoop!.” He waved the stick in the air and yelled, “We’ve got a breeder!”
The host came running over with a fat marker and wrote CUMDUMP on my forehead, ass cheeks and on my pussy. He also put a thick ball gag in my mouth and a large plug into my asshole. All of it took maybe a couple of minutes.
I looked over to Jerry. He was fucking a female I didn’t recognize in the ass. He gestured for me to “heel” next to him, and moments later, he filled my cunt with his cum, then fed his cock back to the female for cleaning. I felt a hand grab me by the hair, and moments later, another cock was pumping a load into my pussy. I heard him ask if he could remove my gag so I could lick his cock clean. The host hurried over and replaced my ball gag with a large ring gag instead. “Just be sure all your cum goes in its pussy.” I felt a soft cock slide across my tongue and release a stream of piss into my throat. I was swallowing as fast as I could when another cock shoved its way into me. I couldn’t see who it was, but the cock was thick, and it felt like he was trying to force open my cervix and pump jizz straight into my womb.
There were easily three dozen men at the party, and only two of us ended up with ripe pussies. By the end of the afternoon, I was hungry and thirsty, and my pussy lips were grotesquely swollen from all the cock. There was a solid stream of cum dripping from it, but Jerry said it was OK. I’d taken so many loads. Most of it was clearly still in me. When it was time to leave, I couldn’t walk, so Jerry allowed me to crawl to his truck. I was still dripping cum, so he kindly helped me lay down in the back. I’d be visible to any larger vehicles but at least partially blocked from the wind. Jerry told me to keep my knees bent to my chest to minimize the jizz loss and make less for me to lick up when we got home. Jerry tossed my shoes and sundress into the back of the truck with me, but I knew better than to try and cover myself.
Jerry pulled over twice to let a trucker fuck me. One of them used my ass, but the other liked the idea of fucking my raw cunt. It hurt so much that I cried, so the trucker slapped me for being such an ungrateful bitch. When we finally got home, Jerry ran into the house and grabbed a thick locking plug to keep the cum from dripping all over the house. Then, he let me go around the back and hose off before going inside and starting his dinner.
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The Promotion
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Posted:Apr 21, 2022 12:13 pm
Last Updated:Dec 1, 2023 11:39 pm 11171 Views
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I had to turn down a promotion at work today. Yesterday, my boss called me into his office to tell me about the new job. I was excited and could not wait to tell My Lord about it. Instead of being pleased for me, he was disappointed. He asked me a few questions and then informed me that I would have to decline the promotion and inform my boss that I am not interested in future opportunities. My Lord explained that I had been thinking selfishly and that ambition and pride are the domain of Men. You see, my new position would require supervising Men, and that is not permitted by My Lord. I am not allowed to correct Men or give a Man direction. To do so would imply that I am better than a Man in some way. After My Lord finished his lecture he sent me to fetch a belt. I was spanked and then sent to the garage where I spent 30 minutes in my time-out corner: kneeling on the cold concrete, hands behind my back, legs spread, and my tongue out and pressed to the dirty floor. I was in my proper place.
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Rules Rules Rules
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Posted:Mar 26, 2022 11:46 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2022 2:29 pm 7018 Views
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My Lord (Jerry) has plenty of rules for me to follow. One of the most obvious is the rule about clothing in the house. The rule is simple; it’s not allowed. Not for me anyway. All of the clothing I own is stored in a wardrobe in the garage. When I come home, I strip before entering the house. When I leave, I remain naked until I’ve received permission to dress and am out the door. Inside of the home, nothing is permitted unless My Lord indicates otherwise. Luckily for me, My Lord is generally a kind person and keeps the house at a comfortable temperature. When he first explained the house rules, I asked him about getting pussy juice on the sofa, etc. As it turns out, that’s not a problem for him since My Lord does not allow his cunt or his pets on the furniture. At first, it seemed weird to walk around in the nude. I had to learn to do the housework without getting cleaning solutions on my udders, things like that. Now, I can’t imagine living any other way.
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Pants on Fire
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Posted:Dec 15, 2021 10:06 am
Last Updated:Dec 15, 2021 10:10 am 7289 Views
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“Last night was fun, wasn’t it cunt?” Sir leaned on the kitchen counter, watching me as I unloaded the dishwasher.
“Yes, Sir. It was a good party.” Last night, Sir hosted a small holiday party. I tried to think back, had I missed something? I thought everything went well.
“Jim told me that he fucked you. Is that true?”
“Yes Sir, Mr. Jim fucked me”
“How did he fuck you, cunt?”
“He fucked me in the cunthole, Sir.”
“Interesting, Jim told me that you loved it. That you quote “came hard on his cock.” Is that true?”
“No, Sir!” I almost shouted my response. It wasn’t true at all.
“So, you are calling Jim a liar?”
I wasn’t sure what to say. If I say that Jim lied, I’ll be punished for speaking against a Man. If I don’t defend myself, Sir will think I’ve had orgasm, and I’ll be punished for that instead.
“Ummm… Sir, I think maybe Mr. Jim was confused. He kept asking me if I liked it, and so I pretended that I did. But I promise I didn’t cum.”
“So you lied to Jim”
“I didn’t think of it as lying, Sir. I wanted to make Mr. Jim happy.”
“First, don’t think. That’s for Men, not cunts like you. Second, you broke the rules. Tell me what you did wrong.”
“I lied, Sir.”
“That’s right, cunt. You told a lie. Now, hand me the bar of soap.”
“Yes, Sir.”
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The Sitter
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Posted:Dec 14, 2021 9:49 am
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2022 12:52 am 4446 Views
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“So I just have to take care of it for two weeks?” The man reached over and gave my udder a squeeze as he spoke to Sir.
“Yes, you would be doing me a huge favor, my usual sitter is out of town.”
“What do I need to do then?”
“It mostly takes care of itself, but it needs permission for everything. You need to give it permission to speak, eat, sleep, or piss. I’d appreciate it if you let it eat at least once a day. It’s a good cook and it’ll keep your house clean too. When it’s not in use, it will wait quietly i until you call for it. We are practicing mindfulness, so no TV, cell phone, etc. It is to kneel and focus on being a good hole.”
“Can I fuck it?”
Sir laughed, “Of course you can fuck it. It’s not allowed to cum though. If it does, you can deal with it however you like, but let me know so I can punish it when I return.”
“What’s the punishment for cumming, if you don’t mind me asking.”
“I don’t mind at all. It’s only allowed the opportunity to cum once a year. If it comes before that day, then that’s it until next year. To help it overcome the need to touch it’s clit, I force it to masturbate while administering electric shocks to its cunt. If it cums again, we start over until it can masturbate without cumming.”
“Wow, you don’t fuck around.”
“I believe a trained cunt makes for a happy Owner. Now, do you have any other questions for me.”
“Can I breed it?”
“Yes”
“What about anal?”
“What about anal, it’s a cunt, all holes are available for use. Make sure it cleans your cock afterward.”
“Do I have to let it pee whenever it asks?”
“No, it will hold it until it has permission.”
“Can I punish it?”
“Sure, have fun. Again, you are helping me out, I want you to get something out of the deal.”
“Can I share it with my friends?”
“Yep, friends, enemies, whatever.”
“Where does it sleep?”
“Just throw a towel or something down wherever. When it stays with the regular sitter, I think it sleeps in the carport.”
“Ok then, I think that covers everything. You’ll be back in two weeks?”
“That’s the plan. If you need anything, call my cell. Otherwise, have at it.”
With that, Sir patted me on the head and left me kneeling on the floor, in a strange house, in front of a man I had never met before.
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Orgasms are For Men
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Posted:Dec 12, 2021 10:09 pm
Last Updated:Mar 10, 2022 10:16 am 3502 Views
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It’s been twenty years since I had an orgasm. I remember the date exactly because it was my wedding night. I was a virgin when I married my Husband. Coming from a conservative family, I’d never even had a boyfriend, much less any sexual experience. On our wedding night, He took me to a secluded cabin in the mountains. My Husband was very careful with me. He treated me with such tenderness as He introduced me to the pleasure of sexual intercourse for the first time. The next morning, I was lying in His arms when He told me to revel in the wonderful feeling because it would never happen again.
He explained that as His wife, my responsibility was to make Him happy. Since my orgasm didn’t make Him happy, there was no reason for me to have them. He also explained that the female orgasm is a sign of low moral standards and would lead a female to sin. He is older than and much wiser. I tried to protest, but I complied after experiencing my first beating with a belt. Over the next week, He taught me how to swallow cock like a respectful wife. He explained that He preferred to fuck my asshole and that despite the tremendous pain, I would have to endure. Any sign of protest was a sign of disrespect, and I was punished accordingly. Although He preferred anal sex, He did fuck my cunt too. He just ensured I wouldn’t accidentally enjoy it by clamping my clit with a binder clip. That week I also learned how to lick His asshole properly and how to drink piss directly from His cock. I secretly hoped He would “make love” to me again, but He never did.
When we entered the cabin, I was a naïve bride. When we left, a week later, I was a cuntwife. As we made our way to His home (He explained that I owned nothing), He told me He had a surprise for me and pulled the car into the parking lot of a small shop. The sign said “tattoos and piercings.” I begged Him not to make me get a tattoo, and He assured me He had no intention of doing so. Instead, He had a special piercing in mind. He told that He knew how hard it would be for me to remain pure and orgasm free. Eventually, I’d succumb to my weak female nature and sin.
We entered the shop and must’ve been expected because I was directed to lay down on a table. My Husband put a large ball-shaped gag in my mouth, and I understood why as soon as the piercer got to work. I still don’t have the words to describe how it felt as large needles were forced through my cunt lips. The pain was so overwhelming. I couldn’t tell what was happening. When it was over, my Husband handed a mirror so I could see what had been done. As soon as I got a good myself, I started to cry.
“Don’t you look pretty, pet. Now we’ll never have to worry that you’ll accidentally sin.” He helped me up and led back to His car. That night He fucked my cunt twice and again in the morning. He loved that no matter what He did, I couldn’t orgasm.
That was twenty years ago. Since then, I’ve had my cunt jewelry upgraded a couple of times, but today my Husband informed me that He’s decided to take out the piercings . He talked to a friend, and this afternoon, He will have my clit removed altogether.
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Uncle Carl
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Posted:Dec 2, 2021 10:10 am
Last Updated:Mar 10, 2022 10:17 am 3208 Views
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My Lord’s (Jerry) Uncle Carl had been coming for dinner almost every Monday night for nearly twenty years. His weekly visits started a few weeks after My Lord and I married. The two of them would watch football, and I would serve drinks and snacks. During the first Monday visit, Uncle Carl casually called over the couch during halftime and fucked my pussy. He didn’t bother speak , just fucked hard enough bruise my cunt, filled it with his hot cum, and then shoved me onto the floor. After Uncle Carl went home, My Lord beat my cunt with a belt and washed my mouth out with soap for forgetting to thank Uncle Carl for his cum.
Fast-Forward twenty years. It’s Monday night, and My Lord has gone to fetch Uncle Carl. He’s in his 80’s now and quite frail, but he still enjoys coming over on Monday and fucking me. Of course, now he has a difficult time getting hard and staying that way. A few years ago, he started having prostate issues, so he can’t always fuck me the way he’d like to. Instead, he’ll make me suck his flaccid cock and saggy balls for hours, then punish me for not turning him on enough to get hard. I kneel between his legs, and he slaps me. Sometimes he beats my udders with his cane. Last week, he shoved the cane into my asshole and made me lick it clean. He’s old, but he can hit hard. I hate it, but I don’t have a choice. It’s my place as the cunt to serve Men, even old Men with saggy balls, and soft cocks.
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Show Me Your Tits!
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Posted:Nov 18, 2021 11:14 am
Last Updated:Apr 14, 2022 10:53 pm 2816 Views
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One of the first rules Jerry gave me was that I am never tell an adult male “no.” Even in public, if a man asks makes a request, I have comply. As a result, I’ve had show my tits a lot of construction workers, truckers, etc., over the years. Sometimes, I can wait until they ask, Sometimes Jerry makes it more obvious. More than a few followed up with blow jobs, and on occasion, I’ll get fucked too. I don’t have to like it. I do have to obey.
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Lost Hills
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Posted:Oct 29, 2021 2:19 pm
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2022 1:18 pm 3122 Views
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Last week I had drive from Northern CA Southern CA. There is a town called Lost Hills at the crossroads of two highways. The city is not much to see, just truck stops, cheap motels, Denny’s, and almond orchards. I only stopped to buy gasoline and stretch my legs. Imagine my surprise when someone stepped up behind me at the pump and said my name. I turned around, and it was a friend of Jerry’s, called Jason, that I've have not seen in many years. He laughed at my surprise and asked me if I still with Jerry. When I said, “yes, I am still My Lord’s cunt,” he grinned and told me to pull around the back of the truck stop across the street when I finished pumping gas. I am not allowed to disobey a direct request from any Man, and Jerry has always made it known to his friends that I am an available hole to them.
Anyway, I did as I told and found Jason waiting in his car. He parked near several big rigs, so I knew whatever happened, anyone in a truck would be able to witness it. Jason gestured me over and told me to get into the back seat. He joined me there and had me suck his cock He pretty nice about the blow job. He wasn’t rough and didn’t choke me too badly. After he finished down my throat, he told me to get out. I thanked him the cum and stepped away from the car. A few of the nearby truckers applauded and suggested I suck a few more cocks. Luckily, none of them asked me directly a blow job a . If they had, I would have had Jerry and ask if it OK. As it , I just waved, got in my car, and drove off.
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Why My Nipples Hurt All the Time
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Posted:Jun 4, 2021 10:09 am
Last Updated:Jun 8, 2022 11:39 am 3386 Views
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The key living a 24/7 D/s relationship is selflessness. I learned early in my relationship ignore personal wants, interests, and goals in favor of what will most please My Lord (Jerry). He is in . He is the leader. He makes the decisions. We are not equals. I do not automatically get a vote. Jerry is not a cruel person. He wants me to be happy in my submission. I am allowed to enjoy myself and pursue my interests, provided that they do not interfere with my to him.
Over the years, submitting fully to My Lord has become easier for me. I rarely have a rebellious thought or action. I almost always remember to follow the rules, even when no one is watching. One example of my obedience involves nipple suction. My Lord has always hated the size of my nipples. He wanted them to be much larger than they are. The first time he fucked me, he complained about them. I know when he fucks other females, he likes it when they have lovely big teats. Over the years, he’s tried many things to get my nipples to stretch, but nothing has really worked. Even regular milking and nursing babies didn’t help. With time, he’s learned to compromise, and this is where my obedience to the rules plays a big part.
Many years ago, My Lord decided that my teats must be hard. He must be able to see them poking through any top I am wearing, even when I am permitted a bra. He also likes it when they are a dark color, which means they have to be somewhat bruised all the time. To that end, every morning, I must wear nipple suckers in the shower. The suckers he bought for me are not large, but they pack a punch. In the beginning, I’d often get blood blisters. Now, my udders are more accustomed to them. They still hurt, but I rarely blister anymore. When I get out of the shower, both nips are wrapped with elastic bands that stay on until I get permission to remove them. I follow the routine without prompting or supervision. Usually, he remembers the bands, and I can take them off after breakfast. Sometimes he forgets, and I have them on all day. As I write this, I have green rubber bands keeping my teats hard for My Lord.
In addition to the morning suctions and bands, my teats and udders get constant abuse. My Lord will often punish me by making me drag my teats on the ground. He also likes to bite them, beat them, twist and pull on them. His goal is to remind me that I displease him in this way and must suffer for his willingness to accept my flaw. The bottom line is that my nipples are sore all the time. I do not recall a recent memory when my nipples didn’t hurt. I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
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