A Slave Does His Duty

I had never seen my wife so confused, or so scared. She didn't understand why she was naked before me, which never happened unless I was watching our Master fuck her. She didn't understand why her wrists and ankles were locked in transport chains, which only I ever wore. She didn't understand why there was a harness locked around her head with a ball gag filling her mouth. She didn't understand why our Master had ordered these things to be done. And she definitely didn't understand who the two strange men in suits were sitting by the door, watching all this happening. Luckily for her, I was about to clear this all up with one explanation. Unluckily for her, after she heard those words, her life would never be the same again.

My Master has ordered me to write this account to help me process what has happened over the last several days, which has been a lot. By way of introduction, my name is "pussy". Obviously, that's not what it says on my birth certificate. It's the name my Master gave me when He collared me three years ago, and the only name I have answered to for the last two years. I am married and have one daughter. My wife, "fuckdoll" (Christine) and daughter, "jiggletits" (Carolyn) are also owned by my Master. We all live together, and I am the omega of the group. To me, the girls are both named "Miss". I am kept permanently naked except for a metal collar (locked on, the key stored in a safe deposit box) and a chastity cage (released only for supervised cleaning and grooming, although I don't actually know where that key is kept) and am truly free use. Not just by my Master and each Miss, but any other person can do whatever they want to me or order me however they like, and I am required to obey instantly and to the best of my ability. To complete the picture, the three of us are white and our Master is black. I am 5'10" and 170 pounds, and completely hairless other than eyebrows and eyelashes. More of the girls' details will be described below.

How it came to be like this, how I went from searching online for someone to explore my submissive interests with to having that person own my entire family, is a story for another time. If the feedback to this first tale is positive, my Master may instruct me to write more.

A little more than a week before these events, my Master summoned me and asked for my input on a decision He was making. I was very surprised to be asked, and even more surprised when I learned what the subject of the decision was. But I answered honestly and to the best of my ability, explaining my reasoning when I was instructed to. He thanked me, which was very unusual, and told me not to discuss this subject with anyone, which of course I obeyed. The nature of this decision will be made clear later in the story.

The day before these events, I was again summoned and my Master explained the decision He had reached, and for which arrangements had already been made. I was told that these arrangements would be carried out the following morning, and what my role in that would be. Again, I was told not to discuss this with anyone, and again I obeyed.

The morning of these events, my Master summoned me and gave me very detailed instructions on exactly how I was to proceed. Shortly afterwards, He summoned fuckdoll and, true to her name, fucked her for a very long time. In all her holes, in multiple rooms of the house.

While my Master was ravaging fuckdoll, jiggletits left the house for a gig. One of her jobs is modeling for local artists - drawing, painting, sculpture, photography, etc. Mostly nude, sometimes for one artist and sometimes for a group or class. She usually says goodbye to me if she sees me on her way out of the house. Today she did, and I got a kiss on the cheek and a hug. I hadn't seen her yet that day or at all the night before, so I was looking closely at her and trying to guess if she knew anything about what was going to happen here while she was out. I wasn't seeing any sign of it at first, but the hug continued for much longer than usual. When it ended, it felt like she was forcing herself to let go. As she did, very quickly and very quietly, she whispered, "Good luck, daddy." She did not make eye contact as she turned away, but I saw her reach up to her face and it looked like she wiped a tear out of the corner of her eye.

So, she obviously knew. I had so many questions I wanted to ask her; none of it was my business and I could be punished severely by her or by my Master for asking, but in the moment I didn't care. I opened my mouth, but she was too fast. On purpose, I suspect, she was out the door and gone before I could get any words out.

As I tried to process what I had just learned, I was forced to bring my attention back to the fucking going on upstairs as Master called out for me to bring a bottle of water. I did, and was then ordered to kneel on the floor and watch the rest of it, which went on for at least another 30 minutes. On the bed, on the chair, on the floor, pressed up against the window. Doggy style directly in front of me. Carried down the hallway to jiggletits' room for anal on her bed. She had two very strong orgasms. And she ignored me the entire time. All of which is perfectly normal for our household.

When He was finally done with her, having pumped her pussy full of His sperm, she was told to go shower, then I was ordered to go downstairs to the dining room to follow the orders I had been given.

The dining room is large, about 30 feet by 15 feet. The floor is hardwood. One long wall is mostly windows, the others are painted sage green with dark wood molding, wainscoting and other accents. There's a door in the middle of the other long wall that leads to the rest of the house, including the steps to the second floor, and a door in the end wall to the left, if you're facing the windows, that leads to a short hallway, a foyer and the front door to the house. Beyond that is the driveway. While fuckdoll was showering, I moved the table that's usually in the middle of the room and all but two of its chairs to the end opposite the door leading outside, to clear the room as much as possible into a single open space. The remaining two chairs were set next to that door.

When fuckdoll had showered and prepared herself for the day, she was told to go downstairs to the dining room and follow the instructions she found there. Which I'm sure surprised and maybe confused her a bit, but to her credit as far as I could tell she did so immediately. As she turned the corner and flounced confidently and carelessly into the room, she first saw me kneeling in nadu position by the table and chairs, but then quickly also noticed the two men, which froze her in her tracks. Before she could react or say anything, I began. "I have specific instructions from our Master. Please stand on the mark on the floor." I had also placed an "X" made from masking tape in the middle of the room. She looked around to find the mark, then frowned and looked at me for a few seconds. Finally, she smirked slightly and slowly walked to the mark.

When she stopped, she was facing the windows, so I said, "Turn a quarter turn to your left." She looked at me again, partly confused but mostly annoyed, then shuffled her feet until she was in the correct position, facing away from me and towards the strangers.

Next, I said, "Please spread your feet shoulder width apart and hold your arms straight out to the sides". She turned her head and shoulders to look back at me and tilted her head, clearly confused. Her mouth opened like she was about to say something. I had been instructed how to handle that, but after a few seconds she closed it, stared a bit more (I couldn't help but notice, no longer smirking), then very slowly did as she had been instructed. I continued, "Do not move from that position or say anything unless you are instructed to do so. Do you understand, yes or no?"

There was a pause, and then she said "Yes." A half second later she added, practically spitting the word, "... pussy." Given our respective roles in the household, a bit of pushback like that was understandable, so I ignored that first instance of disobedience. But only that first instance.

I stood up and walked over to her, stopping when I was standing directly behind her. I had a pair of scissors in my hand, picked up from the floor next to where I had been kneeling, where there were also other items that she had not had time to notice. fuckdoll was wearing a short spaghetti-strap sundress, and absolutely nothing else, which was her normal attire when at home. I knelt behind her and started cutting the dress in half vertically, starting from the bottom hem and cutting all the way through the top. Then I cut through each strap, so the remains of the dress fell to the floor. I could hear her breathing become more rapid and shallow; she was getting nervous. Being naked in front of men, even strange men, was perfectly normal for her. But this usually happens in the bedroom. Now she was simply standing out in the open, in a very exposed and vulnerable position, with me giving the instructions. This was strange...

I gathered up the dress scraps and put them and the scissors back next to where I had been kneeling. I returned with the next item, which was a set of wrist and ankle manacles. These had locking metal wrist cuffs joined by a very short chain, in the manner of handcuffs. They also included locking metal ankle cuffs joined by a slightly longer chain, maybe 12". And the midpoints of the two chains were connected by a third chain, just long enough to reach between the hands and feet if the arms were hanging down either in front of or behind the wearer. "Please put your hands behind your back," I ordered. She had not yet seen the manacles, but I'm sure she heard the chains jingling and knew what they were, because I am routinely put in a set of these any time I leave the house. But this was a second set, just for her.

Very slowly, she lowered her arms and positioned her hands as instructed. Then, she turned her head and whispered very softly, so only I could hear, "What's happening?"

Immediately, I dropped the manacles, grabbed her wrists with my left hand and her right nipple between my right thumb and index finger. As I had been instructed, I pinched, twisted and pulled her nipple up. Hard. Very, very hard. She screamed, first from surprise and then louder from the pain. I waited until she stopped, then continued pulling up until she went up on her tiptoes. Several more squeals followed, and I waited for them to stop as well. Then in a firm voice I said, "Please obey my instructions exactly, as they come from our Master. Do you understand, yes or no?"

This time the answer was an immediate, and very loud, "Yes!".

I continued, "You were told not to speak unless you were instructed to. Do not speak again out of turn or the next punishment will be more severe. Do you understand, yes or no?"

Again, immediately and very loudly, "Yes, yes, yes!" Technically, that was another violation, but understandable as it must have felt to her like I was about to rip her nipple off her body, so I let that one go as well. I let go of her nipple and she put her feet back flat on the floor. To her credit, she kept her mouth shut and didn't try to move at all; she whimpered slightly, but I figured that was not the same as speaking.

Then in her ear, quietly so only she could hear, I said, "I hope you do fuck up again, because I will enjoy punishing you and hurting you again, very much, you fucking cunt."

She gasped, and her breathing became very fast and ragged. Almost all I ever said to her was "yes Miss", so the fact that I was speaking in complete sentences was already highly irregular. Obviously, it was not my place to discuss punishing her or inflicting pain on her, much less enjoying it. These are things she did to me, not the other way around. And to call her a cunt... if I dared that at any other time, I can't even imagine the punishment that would result. It would be unimaginable for me to call her that. And yet here I was, calling her a cunt and acting like I was in charge.

I think that was when it started to sink in for her that something was very, very wrong.

I picked up the manacles again and locked one of the cuffs around each wrist, then one around each ankle. I then walked across the room and gave the keys to one of the men, being sure that fuckdoll saw what I was doing. As I walked back towards her, her eyes were wide with panic and everything about her was trying to telegraph "Please tell me what is going on." But she made no sound. Good girl... for the moment.

I returned to where I had been kneeling and picked up the next item, which was the head harness. I returned and stood in front of her. "Open your mouth," I said. I was done pretending to be polite. I saw her eyes had started to well up and she was about to cry, but I ignored this. Slowly she parted her lips, and as soon as there was room, I jammed the gag deep into her mouth. She grunted but didn't try to speak. I wrapped the straps around her head and moved around behind her. It was a complicated rig, with straps under her chin, around her neck and head and from the gag up over the top of her head, joining the others in back. I fastened each strap, pulling each very tightly. Not enough to injure her, but just one notch short of that. There were five locks needed to secure all the straps. I retrieved five small padlocks and clicked them all closed, then delivered those keys to the man. After which I returned and stood in front of fuckdoll.

"Kneel," I said to her. Now crying openly, but for the moment silently, she did as she was told. I got down on one knee in front of her and started to explain things.

"I know you're scared, and I know you're confused. You don't know why you're naked. You don't know why you're in chains. You don't know why you're gagged. You don't know why I'm giving you orders and talking to you like I am. You don't know who those men are " at which she involuntarily looked over at them, "And you don't know why I'm uncaged." Her eyes then flashed down to my cock, which was free and fully erect. There was so much going on, she hadn't noticed that detail.

She let out a cry through her gag; it didn't sound like a word, but I wanted to be sure. I put my hand under her chin and lifted her head up so she was looking into my eyes. "Are you trying to say something, honey?" I asked sweetly. Barely keeping her composure, breathing deep and fast, she shook her head quickly from side to side. More times than were necessary to answer the questions, but she was clearly scared shitless by this time. Which was the idea.

I let her chin go and continued. "OK then. It happens that all your questions have the same answer." After a pause for dramatic effect, I made the big reveal: "You have been sold."

Her eyes got even wider, which I wouldn't have thought possible, she straightened up as much as possible in her position and condition and started yelling something at me through the gag. I couldn't understand the words, but it was clearly meant to be speech. Without hesitating, I slapped her across the face with my right hand as hard as I could, which was another option my Master had given me to deal with disobedience. I hit her hard enough that it knocked her down to the floor, landing on her side and then rolling over onto her stomach. I was surprised that I had reacted so quickly, without really thinking about it. It just sort of happened, and then I was looking at my wife sprawled out on the floor. Part of me felt bad for her, and part of me regretted hitting her so hard. But most of me knew she was getting what she deserved.

She cried out again and then started sobbing, I suspect as much from what she'd just been told as from the pain. I waited a moment and then went to her, rolling her back onto her side. I grabbed one of her nipples with each hand and, squeezing very hard, started to lift her up by them. She yelled loudly but had no choice but to try to struggle back to her knees (other than, I suppose, losing her nipples). Eventually she made it, but I didn't let go. I leaned in close to her face and said "You don't get to ask any questions. You don't get to object. This is not a conversation, and you don't deserve any explanation. My job is to tell you what is going to happen to you. Your job is to hear this, and then to experience those things. Nobody gives a fuck what you think about it. You're not supposed to like it. You're a slave, and you've been sold like one."

I finally let go of her nipples and she squealed again when they were released. She was truly starting to look pathetic now. Her nipples were scarlet red, as was the left side of her face. She was sobbing and drooling and snot was flowing out of her nose. And there was the nudity and the bondage, of course. None of which had been part of her experience in this house, as I was about to point out to her.

"Actually, you have not really been a slave. Technically, yes, you were collared by our Master, but He has not treated you like a slave. More like a comfortably pampered sex toy, with free run of the house and leave to treat me however you wanted. I have been a slave. I'm the one kept naked, made to serve anyone and everyone at all times, fucked on demand but without being allowed any release of my own. Sleeping in a cage. Not free to speak other than "Yes, Master" or "Yes, Miss". That's real slavery, cunt. You haven't experienced anything like that. But you're about to."

I moved around behind her and held her head with both my hands, making sure she was looking directly at the two strange men, who had not moved from their chairs through all of this. Into her ear I said, "In a few minutes, those men are going to take you from here to your new life with your new owner. You will not know where you are, you will never come back here, and you will never see Master or Carolyn or me ever again."

OK, so... back to that decision I referred to earlier. I was asked which of the girls I would prefer to see sold off. Master told me to ask whatever questions I wanted to before making a choice, and said that I would not be punished at all for any question or for my answer. My first question was whether the girl who was sold would be going to a good place or a bad place. The answer was, to a very bad place. My second question was if I would ever see her again, and the answer was no. My third question was whether she would ever see the other girl again, and again the answer was no. My fourth question was why a girl needed to be sold in the first place. My Master explained that He was making arrangements to bring another new girl into the household, and He felt that five would be too large a family for Him to pay enough attention to everyone as He should, so He wanted to keep it at four. Also, now that He had owned fuckdoll and jiggletits for several years, He was ready for a bit of change. Neither girl had displeased Him at all, but He felt that the household had settled into too much routine lately, so He wanted to spice it up again, and bringing in a new girl would do that very quickly. My next question was why I was not the one being sold. The answer was that I was the one who did all the work and kept the household clean and running; somebody needed to do all that, and it was easier to keep me in my place rather than try to demote one of the girls into that position and train her for a role she was not expecting to ever be in, which may or may not work out. Then I asked if I could know anything about the new girl, but was told no, that wasn't my business other than obviously she would be superior to me in the household.

At that point I was out of questions, and my Master told me I had five minutes to make up my mind and explain my choice.

It's worth noting here, and relevant to my decision-making, that my Master's names for the girls are spot-on. fuckdoll is small and compact. 5 feet tall, 90 pounds, 32B boobs, narrow hips. Very athletic, no fat anywhere on her; she's a gym rat and runs marathons, and she looks like it. She's tiny like a doll and can be lifted and thrown around like a doll. jiggletits is a more normal-sized person: 5'4", 110 pounds, a lovely sweeping hourglass shape... and massive 34DD boobs. Her boobs are incredibly dense and firm, so they don't sag at all despite their size, and if not constrained they bobble and wobble and bounce all over the place. Even with a bra on, they can't be held still and are constantly in motion. She was into cross-country and soccer from a very early age but gave both up when the cannonballs hanging off her chest became incompatible with those sports. But before she did, I enjoyed standing on the sideline at a soccer game and watching all the other dads, and a fair few of the moms as well, trying not to get caught staring at her boobs as she bounced past on the run.

There was a time that I would have been very embarrassed to admit (but this has been long since trained out of me) that I have loved my daughter's boobs ever since they started developing. Which happened very fast - she exploded from totally flat to a D cup in less than two years and was DD in under three. I have always loved looking at them, and she has always loved having them looked at. Not by me specifically, but by anyone and everyone. She has always been very comfortable flaunting her body and enjoys any attention she gets for it. She has always gone braless whenever possible and worn the skimpiest possible tops and outfits she can get away with, basically always showing as much of her skin and body as she can. I can't begin to estimate the number of times she caught me looking at her (while we were still living "normal" lives); not only did she not mind, but she would often wink or shake something at me in response. I love her body, and she knows it, and she loves that I do. She melts at any compliment, and usually rewards me with a kiss or hug, or both. Once we were all owned, she took her exhibitionism to another level and is usually naked or at least topless around the house. So, after fantasizing about them for many years, I now see them regularly in all their glory. And as we're all owned slaves, we all interact sexually. I'm pussy-free so I have never fucked her, but she frequently lets me squeeze and kiss her boobs and suck her nipples, which is just paradise for me.

So that was one factor in my decision making. I think my wife is also very pretty, and I love her body too, but I can't imagine never seeing or feeling or kissing my daughter's boobs again.

The other major factor is how the girls have treated me since we've all been owned. jiggletits, who was the second of us to be collared, has always remained loving and kind towards me, even though she is now my superior in the household and I regularly serve and obey her. She says "Please" and "Thank you" to me and still calls me "daddy" from time to time, like she did that morning, although she needs to be very sneaky and careful about this as it's explicitly against the rules. But she knows I like to hear it, and I think she still likes to say it, so she does it when she can. When she fucks my ass or my throat, it's done carefully and lovingly and in the interest of training or intimacy. She has never acted on her own to punish me; when she has been instructed by our Master to deliver punishment, she has been as gentle and restrained as possible. So, our relationship is still very close, although it's obviously very different from the normal daddy-daughter dynamic.

With fuckdoll, it's a completely different situation. From what I know, jiggletits entered her relationship with Master very quickly and willingly, but it was much harder for Master to seduce fuckdoll and secure her compliance. She had to be manipulated away from me as much as lured towards my Master, and that probably has a lot to do with her current attitude. She ignores me whenever possible. When she does have to interact with me, it's done with maximum contempt. She relishes punishing me and does so at the slightest provocation, and sometimes for a completely fabricated reason, just to have an excuse to hurt me. When she fucks me, it's with the intent to cause pain, physically and psychologically. My Master, jiggletits and fuckdoll have all fucked me countless times, but only fuckdoll has ever made me feel raped. I can't remember the last time I touched her body.

I gave up both girls to my Master a long time ago. I did this willingly; it wasn't really up to me or in my control by that point, but I did not resist, and I was ultimately very glad that it was happening. I have never been able to explain why in words, but it felt right and good to see the girls taken by my Master, and I hoped they would understand that I still loved them so very much and hoped that Master could do things for them and to them that they deserved and that I could not, and that they would be happier with Him than with me. jiggletits has approached the situation with a very similar mindset and has even thanked me on several occasions. fuckdoll... has not.

There have also been times when I have not appreciated fuckdoll's attitude towards jiggletits. fuckdoll has been jealous of her daughter's boobs ever since they outgrew her own. Which I suppose is understandable, but I wouldn't expect a mother to be as open about this and catty with her daughter about it as fuckdoll has been. Back in our normal lives, as jiggleits was still developing, fuckdoll would frequently criticize her outfits and her boobs if she was showing cleavage or doing anything else to reveal or emphasize them. She hated it when jiggletits would wear a push-up bra or a translucent top, for example, and would often make her change before letting her out of the house. She would tell her that good girls didn't flaunt their bodies like that, and that people were going to think she was a slut and treat her like a slut. And I've heard her make comments like this to her friends, sometimes with jiggletits present to hear it. At one point all this seemed to have an effect, as jiggletits started wearing sweatpants and sweatshirts, covering herself up as much as possible and hiding her curves. But that only lasted about two weeks. I think she realized pretty quickly that she knew who she was and what she wanted and what clothes she was comfortable in and was determined to be herself. The sweats went away and she never looked back, and she never seemed to care again when fuckdoll would make a comment. But it had to hurt to continue to hear that from her mother.

I should probably also mention, and I'm still adjusting to this, that although I have been referring to fuckdoll as my wife out of habit, she wasn't anymore. Our divorce had been finalized about three months before this. Master had instructed her to file for it, and for me to comply with the process, and we both did exactly that. If there had been any conversation about what would happen after that, it was not shared with me. I was skeptical that my Master would want to marry fuckdoll Himself, because she was about five years older than Him. But it wasn't impossible. I had no idea what His plan was, or what she was expecting. But she was very glad to be legally free of me, I can tell you that for sure. Because she told me to my face, quite a few times.

When the five minutes were up, my Master asked for my decision. I told Him that I preferred fuckdoll to be sold, and I explained why exactly as I have written here. My Master listened intently and politely until I was done, then considered what I had said for several moments while I waited in silence, marveling at the fact that I had just asked my Master to sell my wife. Well, ex-wife, yes, but that was still very new, and I didn't love her any less. Finally, He said, "I can understand all of that. She certainly does treat you like shit, for one thing." Involuntarily I started laughing at that; I caught myself and stopped as quickly as I could, knowing it was totally inappropriate. But apparently, I was still in the punishment-free zone, because Master continued, "It's OK, it's true." Which made me feel seen and validated for the first time in a long time. But then He said, "However, how she treats you has nothing to do with how much I do or do not enjoy her as her Master." And my heart sank a bit.

"Regarding their bodies," He went on, "Obviously, jiggletits has the superior breasts by far. If size is what you value most, that is. But for me, fuckdoll has the absolute ideal body type. Tiny, athletic, small perky titties - that's what I'm looking for." I felt a knot forming in my stomach. "Having said that," He continued, "fuckdoll's ass and throat are so small that they can be very hard to fuck to full depth." (You should know that our Master is every bit of 8" long and 1.75" thick). "But with jiggletits, fucking her throat or ass is the same as fucking her pussy. Right to the balls, as hard as I want, as fast as I want, and she loves it. And I'm definitely looking for that in a girl as well. I don't want to have to ease her into it every time I want to pound a hole." At that, I brightened up a bit, and I was very happy to hear that my daughter was pleasing my Master so well with her body.

"jiggletits is also more open to and interested in being fucked by others besides me," Master continued. "She's a natural exhibitionist and slut and nymphomaniac, as you knew long before we ever met, so for her, doing a gangbang or a strip show or serving a room full of men food and drinks while naked is right up her alley. fuckdoll does these things, too, but not nearly as enthusiastically. She has made a lot of progress, but if it was up to her, it would just be her and me. And you know how I like to share, like we were taught in kindergarten."

I allowed myself a smile at that and mentally agreed with my Master's assessment. jiggletits would go naked in public if she could, and the more men (and women) there are in the room, the better. Anything for more attention. fuckdoll was always much more reserved and private. With our Master, she's totally uninhibited, but is not usually the one chosen for the guests when Master entertains.

"However," Master said, "fuckdoll is much more mature than jiggletits is and I can ask her to do other things that jiggletits could never handle. For example, to recruit a new girl for the household." Which was a very interesting wrinkle to the situation - apparently fuckdoll had found or helped to find another girl for her Master, without realizing this girl could possibly replace her. I wondered how she would feel if that's the way this turned out.

At that point, my Master stood up and said "Thank you for your input, pussy. I will let you know what I decide at the appropriate time. You're dismissed." I left the room immediately, totally bewildered about what the outcome would be. For each advantage He had praised one of the girls for, there was an offsetting disadvantage. And I had no idea which of these considerations were more or less important in His mind. I knew that I desperately did not want to lose my daughter but had no idea how close I was to seeing that happen.

Now back to where I left off... after explaining to fuckdoll that she was about to be taken away, I moved around in front of her and stood directly over her as she was kneeling. "Before you go," I said, "you should understand that where you're going, you will now be just a piece of property, not a person anymore. All the freedoms you have had here are gone. You will exist only as three holes to be fucked. You will own nothing and have no rights. You will be kept naked in a cell. And nobody will ever know your name. Christine dies when you leave this room, and all that will be left is a thing for men to rape. And then you will know what real slavery is."

As she heard this her sobbing got steadily worse, and despite what had happened previously, she started trying to speak to me through her gag again. Most of it was impossible to make out, but I definitely heard "please" and "no" multiple times. She was begging me not to let this happen to her. Of course, I was not in any position to change the course she was now on. But obviously she needed to be reminded again of the rules. She clearly needed practice with following them, and it would be pretty urgent that she improve on this in the very near future. So, I would help her again.

The good news is, I'm ambidextrous, so my left-handed slap was just as hard and accurate as my right-handed one had been. She hit the floor hard and bounced. Then I was surprised to see her start trying to squirm across the floor in an attempt to get away. I don't know where she thought she was going or what she thought would happen when she got there, and I'm sure she didn't either. She was in pure "flight" mode. I let her go for about twenty seconds; she wasn't getting anywhere fast. Then I took a couple steps to catch up to her, reached down and grabbed her around the neck with both hands and dragged her back to the mark on the floor. Then I repeated my nipple-lifting technique. She screamed at me the whole time of course, 90 pounds is a lot more weight when it's only being supported by two little nubs of flesh, and demonstrated that she had become very good at yelling "fuck" through her gag.

When she was kneeling again, still holding each nipple in a vice grip, I shouted into her face, "This is gentle compared to what you will get where you're going! You need to learn your fucking place and keep your fucking cunt mouth fucking shut!" I let her nipples go and she let out a long, wailing yell. When her lungs were finally empty, she sank down on her heels and bent over, sobbing silently.

I reached down and lifted her head so that she was looking up at me. I let go of her chin and said, calmly, "I've already told you that you are nothing now. To prove this, I will demonstrate that you are beneath even me. I will now cum on your face."

I had never done this, even back in "normal life". Once I said I wanted to, but she said that was gross and wouldn't let me. I'm not actually sure if Master or anyone else has ever facialized her, or cum on any other part of her body, for that matter. I've never seen cum anywhere on her, although Master and other men regularly cum on my face and jiggletits' face and boobs and ass. So, it's possible, even probable, this would be her first cum facial. And to make it much, much worse, it would come from me. The free-use slave to everyone who she had no respect for, and who almost never had an orgasm, was going to have one all over her face. As she digested this, her expression slowly went from fear to pure, uncomprehending confusion. For me to cum on her face was so incomprehensible that, even in her current state, she seemed to get a bit lost in trying to process it. Which I found amusing.

I stood directly over top of her and straddled her with my cock just above her face and started jerking. I had been instructed to humiliate her as much as possible, so as I jerked I started rubbing my balls on her face. Predictably, she started moving her head around to try to avoid them, so I said, "Hold still, cunt, and open your eyes and look at me. The last time you see me I will be spraying six months of spunk all over your face, and that's what you can remember me by."

She stopped squirming and looked at me, whimpering. But when I started rubbing my balls again, she started to try to avoid it again. So, I decided to see if she had learned anything this morning. I asked, "How are your nipples feeling, honey dearest?" Reflexively, she shrank back and moved her arms and shoulders in an effort to protect her chest... she got the point. Slowly, with obvious reluctance and an audible groan, she put her face under my balls and looked up at me. "Good girl," I said, and resumed jerking.

I admit, I was very excited about this part of my instructions. As I've said, I had not had an orgasm for six months, almost exactly. Over nearly four years now, I've gradually been trained in this, but that doesn't make it any less brutal. The first time I went 30 days, I thought I was going to lose my mind. But one of my Master's rules (for me, at least), is that every wait between orgasms must be longer than the last. So, it just kept getting worse from there. Six months is torture, event for a well-trained slave, as I would like to think I am. So, as soon as I found out there was an orgasm in it for me, I probably would have done anything to anybody to make sure I got it. Beat her, hurt her, humiliate her, break her spirit, help to sell her off to a terrible new life... whatever, as long as I get to cum on her. If you're having trouble believing this, go wait six months for your next orgasm and see if your brain does anything different.

Did I also want revenge for how she had treated me, after all I had tried to do for her? You bet I did. Was I angry at her for almost causing my daughter to be sent away, and for keeping me in agony and suspense about that? You bet I was. But my need to cum was the entire focus of my life at that moment, overriding any other considerations, including any feelings I may have previously had for the girl kneeling in front of me. I had never dominated anyone in my entire life, but I was damn well dominating this little cunt now, and I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to.

It didn't take long at all to be on the verge of an orgasm, but something else needed to happen first. "Beg for it, cunt," I told her. Her eyes got very wide and she started whining. At this point, I was totally into my new role. "Give me a reason to punch you in the stomach, you fucking bitch. Give me a reason to drag you across the floor by your nipples, you fucking skank. I'm going to count to three..."

I didn't even need to start counting. Immediately, and very loudly, she started shouting what I assumed was "Please cum on me," as well as she could. Again and again, very fast and very enthusiastically. I glanced over at a clock on the wall. In less than 30 minutes, I had reduced my former wife from a haughty, pampered, ungrateful (but very happy), slave-in-name-only sexpot to a crying, blubbering, drooling, begging (and very unhappy) actual slave. Or at least well on her way to being one. I could never have imagined that this would be possible, or that I would be the one who got to do it.

I let her keep it up for about thirty seconds, just enjoying listening to and watching her beg. But I could only hold myself back for so long. Slapping my ready-to-explode cock on her face to get her attention, I said, "Please cum on me... what?" As obvious as that answer should be, she was truly mystified. I could see the wheels turning, but she was never going to get there on her own, as this situation was so alien and unexpected to her.

I kept slapping, and she kept staring at me with hopeless eyes, and eventually she mumbled something through the gag which was obviously not what I was looking for. So, I kept slapping, and in time she tried harder; very slowly and loudly, she forced out (pretty clearly, actually, considering the size of the gag), "I... don't... know... what... you... mean."

I stopped slapping and bent down so my face was right in front of hers. "Please cum on me... Sir."

She let out something between a whine and a moan, and the tears started up again and she started to shake her head. So, I shrugged and started reaching for her nipples. With immediate results: "Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir! Please cum on me Sir!" As loud and as fast as she could, over and over, and over again.

Christine was pretty well dead at that point. I didn't know who this girl was, but she certainly seemed to have been through some shit.

I straightened up and immediately climaxed. It takes a minute to pump out six months of stored up semen. At least six big ropes came out, I may not have counted them all, with many smaller spurts and dribbles after that. It was easily the longest, strongest orgasm I have ever had. I covered her entire face, chin to forehead and up onto her hair. I covered her gagged mouth with a very thick layer, hoping as much as possible would run down into her throat as she begged and cried. God, it felt so fucking good. I had earned it. I made sure to squeeze out every drop.

The whole time I was cumming, she never stopped begging. This sad little slave girl on the floor who I had never met before and would never see again.

I finally stepped back and flicked my cock one more time to get the last bit onto her. At that point the two men stood up and walked over. I moved to the side, and one stood behind her and the other in front of her. The one behind grabbed her by the arms and lifted her up to a standing position. She was unsteady and wobbling, but he kept holding her and she didn't fall. There was a definite "dead man walking" feel to the moment, as she only had about twenty seconds left in this life, and she knew it.

As she stood there, completely defeated, tears and snot and drool and so much cum dripping off her face and running down her body, I leaned in close to her ear and said quietly, "There's just one more thing for you to know before you go. A parting thought for you to take with you and keep forever." I paused, and she turned her eyes towards me, wide with fear. I held her gaze and made her wait a few seconds, knowing it would feel like a year to her.

Then I said, "Cassidy is replacing you. Master likes her a lot more than He likes you." Cassidy being the name of the new girl who fuckdoll had found for our Master. I had just learned her name that morning.

As she started to scream, the man behind her whipped a hood over her head and cinched it, then the man in front of her hoisted her over his shoulder, spun around and walked quickly out of the room. The other man followed closely behind. She squirmed and kicked and fought as well as she could, but there was nothing she could do about it. I heard her being carried down the hall, out the door and across the driveway, and being dumped into the trunk of a car. She never stopped screaming. Then the slam of the trunk lid cut it off, and she was gone. And I had my answer.

The car started and drove away. I went to the mark that the slave girl had been told to stand on, assumed the nadu position as I had been instructed, facing the windows, and began to wait. My mind wandered. I wondered how much money my Master had been paid for that girl. I wondered how jiggletits was feeling and what I could do to comfort or console her when she got home.

But mostly, I wondered if Cassidy would like me.