Abbie Cummmms – a real time BDSM Journal (The Beginning)
4/14/2008
JayMac
I just wanted to let you know that i loved your story! I just recently really got into any BDSM stuff! But i felt like i was really in the story itself not just because of the way you wrote it, but it was close to home! I live not very far from Santa Barbara, and i am moving to the Inland Empire in about a week... your story really turned me on, and especially on a personal level... i just thought i would share a few thoughts with you!
~Abbie
4/15/08
Hey Abbie,
Thank you for your comments. I'm happy CL Woman turned you on. I'm interested to know what level personal arousal you experienced. Please drop me a line or two about those particulars.
Have you clicked on my Author's profile? There are three questions there for any woman who's inclined to respond. I'd be interested in how you might answer them.
It just so happens I do contract work in Ontario several days each month, so when you get settled in after your move and if you're interested in expanding your recent experiences - who knows? I'm an experienced and patient teacher and over the last thirty years I've helped more than one naughty girl explore her limits.
JayMac
4/16/08
Hello JayMac!
i am very happy to hear back from you! Well like i had told you in the previous email i haven’t been exposed to BDSM for too long. i would have never imagined in my wildest dreams that i would get turned on by this or by your story. But now it has become a craving, like i need to have the humiliation, the spanking, the punishments, the clamps, and the whips....
Even when i was introduced to this lifestyle i would have never thought that scatology, watersports or beastiality would even be close to turning me on.... reading your story has made me want to try new things, and to explore all possibilities. Honestly, the whole idea still makes me nervous, but who isn’t scared of the unknown?
And in my personal experience right now, my girlfriend is a sub and her husband is a Dom, she has been kind enough to share Him with me until i can find my own Master. But unfortunately for me he isn’t in to scat, watersports or beastiality so i will never know what this is about... i would like to explore everything and then choose my liking and then stick to it. And hopefully find my Master that way.
i feel that the more i know and have experienced would be better not only for myself but for my 'future' Master (you could say) would make me know how to be a better slut to him, and that would make me even more happy knowing that if i can please him the right way he can do the same to me.
i hope that answered your questions on your Author's profile and the ones you had in your e-mail. And it just might be a great for me if you help me with experiencing what you have!
i can’t wait to hear from you!
~Abbie
4/16/08
Abbie,
As Mr. Burns says when he peaks his fingertips, 'Excelllent!'
I'm off to work right now but I'll get back to you later tonight. In the mean time, lets experiment with a bit of on-line play. I want you to find some time to step into the shower and choose a toy or something from the bath room - a toilet brush or perhaps a bottle of shampoo with a long neck - and use your imagination. Squatting, on hands and knees, with your ass filled or on your back with your legs wide spanking your clit, take your time and slowly bring yourself to the edge of orgasm while you think about what you'd like to experience upon the occasion of our first encounter. Imagine I'm there watching you pull your fingers from your freshly fucked asshole then hesitantly suck each one while you piss yourself.
Then with a toy in your nasty hole and your hair still wet from your shower, imagine that you're sitting on my lap with my cock up your ass and send me an email describing in some detail what you did and what you want. I love to play for hours, taking my slut through multiple orgasms while we watch porn.
Please me if you can,
Jay Mac
4/17/08
Jay Mac,
Well i got Your message a little late, I’m sorry about that. However, i did take a shower after i read Your email :) Well, when i was ready to jump in the shower I grabbed a bottle of body wash that is in a shape of a beer bottle, that was the only thing availible at that time. i started to run the water and had the urge to pee, I didnt yet anyway... so i got into the shower screwed on the cap to my body wash tightly and started to rub it along my pussy until i got wet. After i was wet i put the bottle in to my pussy and got it all nice and wet with my juices, when it was ready i slowly started to put it in to my ass until i had gone in as far as the bottle would let me (i was hoping to get more loose but couldn’t.) Then i took the bottle out of my ass, squatted in the shower and put 2 fingers in my ass and started to follow instructions by spanking my clit. It felt just wonderful! And hadn’t taken a piss yet, i brought myself to an orgasm (that was just wonderful btw) and as soon as i had my orgasm, i took my fingers out of my as and without question licked them off, no later then i had my orgasm, i had to pee!
And now i’m laying in bed and emailing You back with my dildo in my ass! Have been thinking about what i would like to do when we meet, and i want it to be like my first time even exploring the lifestyle. i haven’t learned much just being a slut and obeying orders. You said You have helped plenty of girls and I’m sure they ended up with great knowledge and even better experiences, i would like to be in that category... if You would let me.
~Abbie
4/17/08
Abbie,
Again, most excellent. I've attached a jpg so you can see what you're getting yourself into. If possible I expect to see your face or perhaps something even more interesting. I'll send you another training assignment when I get back from work tonight.
Jay Mac
4/18/08
Abbie,
I almost forgot tonight's on-line training assignment. You need to go outside and find a green switch. A willow would be good, bamboo would be better, but if you can't find a switch that suits your taste then go to your closet and find a wire coat hanger. Twist the switch or wire so that you've got a nice loop and then secure the little beasty so that you've got at least a foot of swishy pain. Have a few drinks and when you really feel the need to pee, take that favorite dildo of yours and with just a thin film of lube, work it all the way up your ass.
Go into the bathroom and sit on the toilet with your legs spread wide. Slowly work your fingers into you wet pussy and play with the feel of that switch on your tits. Keep working more of your fingers into you wet hole and see how much you can take. Try for more and more until you're right at the hairy edge of orgasm then bring that switch loop down on your clit. Keep whipping your clit and working those fingers deep into you pussy. Each time you strike a little harder and fuck yourself a little deeper, and tell yourself what kind of slut you want to be. There are bonus points if you can manage a fist.
Keep count and when you can't stand another second, whip your clit and labia six more times as hard as you can, then imagine my voice giving you permission to come and pee. Let that hot piss pour over your hand and then bring your fingers to your lips and... well, do what a filthy sub slut is supposed to do to please her audience.
If you can handle that, then get down on your knees and slowly pull that dildo out of your ass, or use it to fuck your nasty hole while you spank your swollen pussy and lick your pee from the toilet seat. After you suck all your ass slime from that dildo, you then have permission to come again.
Then send me an email and tell me all about why a nasty girl would allow a dirty old man to make her degrade herself in her own bathroom.
Jay Mac
4/18/08
Jay Mac,
Thank You for the pic! now here is one for You... sadly i dont have any naughty pics
~Abbie
4/18/08
Abbie,
Just got your picture and it is "Most Excellent!!" I'm pleased to see that you appear to be a plump little sub bunny!! I love to watch a big bottom bounce under a paddle or my belt. As far as your not having any naughty pics, we'll have to explore that possibility at a later date. I've sent you your homework assignment for tonight and look forward to your obedient response.
I'm ready to have a conversation and if you send me a phone number, I'm free tomorrow until 3:00 pm and I'd love to chat. Let me know when it would be convenient for me to call. I have visitors in town this weekend, but since you're in the middle of a move to the 909, we probably won't have a chance to get together for at least a week or more. I've got a fairly heavy work schedule next week but I should be free for the weekend. If you're settled by then, we might find some time to play.
Speaking of play, I was in the middle of composing a short fantasy about your desire to experience your first encounter me as a BDSM virgin when I realized I'd been negligent about sending you a fresh training assignment. It's probably in your email by now.
I've been up since six this morning so I'm off to bed right now. I anticipate your response to your assignment when I wake up in the morning.
JayMac
4/19/08
Jay Mac,
So, befoere i go into detail... when is the second half of Your story going to be posted? I need to know what happens next!!??
Anyway, tonite i did as You asked me to do and looked for a nice switch, and i couldn’t find one other then a wire coat hanger... so i used that. i went into the bathroom and put that dildo up my ass... and with my pussy i have gotten all 5 fingers in up to my wrist and had whipped my pussy until i had to piss/// i had fisted and whipped myself about 6 times until i had to whip it an extra 6 times to pee and pissed on the toilet and licked it clean and in the mean time telling myself i want to be a nasty slut just for You! As soon as i was ready to cum i pulled the dildo from my ass and licked it clean also and made sure i came just for You!!!
i’m very sorry i dont have a pic to send to You my sis has my cam... but i have this urge to be owned and told what to do i need that in my life and i want You to be the one to do it for me...
i’m looking forward to meeting You and reading my story :)
**hugs**kisses**~Abbie
Abbie’s First Time Fantasy:
You imagine meeting me as a BDSM Virgin. Okay let's try that on for size. Our first encounter is at a cheap motel. I like cheap motels. The walls are thin and the need to keep things quiet load the session with a tension that heightens the experience. I stop by and pick you up and we drive a few miles from your place and check in. There's a coffee shop down the street for the tomorrow morning.
This is how it goes:
You are nervous and excited. I seem relaxed but it's just part of my role as a Dom. In reality I'm carefully looking for which buttons to push and I'm not really sure how to go about getting you into the right space so that I can take what I want and give you what you need. Tonight we're going to see how your limits load into our play. I'm explicit in my condition that you are going to ask, perhaps beg, for each torment and to accomplish that we're role-playing. I the classically twisted psychologist, and you’re a wannbe punk brat with a bad attitude in court ordered therapy. This is a field session, out of the clinical environment with the open possibility of actualizing your fantasies.
We began at a department store, selecting a casual wardrobe. I choose your clothes: a sheer purple corset, a bright yellow tank top with a silk screened black skull and Gothic text with the challenge, "Punks get off on abuse." It goes well with your faded loose jeans and we add a studded leather belt that rides on your hips and reveals the top of the crack in your butt to complete the ensemble so we have a bratty little girl whose up to mischief with her shrink.
I check us in while you sit in the car. You're alone for those few minutes, very nervous about this first encounter, hoping to please, and waiting to see what will happen. I return with our key and we park next to our room on the ground floor at the end of the building. It takes me a couple of passes to figure out how the key card works but we finally manage to get into the room, which is nothing remarkable. It's generic cheap motel: a table, a lamp, two chairs, a mass produced framed graphic on the wall, a queen size bed, a credenza, a television, a small closet with a floor length mirror, next to a small bathroom.
I've brought a bottle of wine, some beer, and two bags into the room and I hand you the key card and send you off to find the ice machine. When you return, you find a DVD Camera on a tripod and me hooking a cable from a digital adapter into the motel TV. I press a button on the camera and the image of the empty chair against the wall appears on the TV screen.
I pour you a plastic glass of wine and tell you to take a seat. You can see yourself on the screen and you cross your legs and kick off your sandals. Barefoot, with your nipples erect in the cool air from the air conditioner, we begin. I ask the questions and you answer: "Abbie, this is the time we explore your needs, but I’m imposing the condition of absolute honesty. Now why are we here?"
You sip your wine, look at your image on the TV and draw a deep breath, "I'm tired of sitting in your office waiting for the clock to ring after fifty minutes so your next client can interrupt us."
“Not to worry,” I say, “We're here for as long as you want and there's no one to interrupt. Now what do you want?"
"I don't know," you reply, "Maybe I want to tell you all about what kind of filthy slut I've been. Maybe I want you to spank my ass. Maybe I want you to fuck me. Maybe I want you to grab my hair and pull your dick out of my greasy shit hole then fuck my face while you whip my butt with your belt. I've had all kinds of nasty fantasies while we've been wasting time in your office."
I jump on that cue and take a long moment before I firmly suggest, “Stand up and pull off your jeans, then sit back down and play with yourself while you tell me about the first time you were sexually aroused at the thought of submission.”
“Just what I thought,” you say as you unbuckle your belt, “Just another dirty old man after some sweet young ass!”
You start to do some nasty stripper moves until I reach out and lightly slap your butt and you moan, “Ohh Daddy do that again!”
I’m smiling and I feign irritation, “Quit screwing around and get back in the chair!”
“Yes Sir,” you reply as you obey, “I knew you’d turn out to be a pervert.”
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Jay Mac,
i’m so sorry it took forever to get back to You!! Slut Bunny huh? i like that as well! And yes i did fist my pussy i think i could have gotten up to my wrists if i had longer arms lol. And as far as my number goes i am deeply sorry about that also... my cell phone number is XXX-XXX-0021, it would work better if you called me at nights... i had to move in with my mom for the time being and i don’t need her to ask any questions....
Anyway, no i have not been to counseling... but i think i can do this:
Fantasies....hmmm, just to have my total control taken from me by my Master who knows all the right spots, how to care for me just as much as he knows how to please me with bondage, humiliation, spanking, clamps, rope, a collar, but mostly i want someone i can also please, some one i can honestly trust and try new things knowing he won’t hurt me.
Well i hope that answered Your question. I want to let You know honestly that i am nervous about this whole thing... not knowing what may happen... i have never given out my number to just anyone... please consider these feelings....
Anyway, i am looking forward to reading the 2nd half of CL woman and reading my own story. Now about my punishment.... i deserve to be punished for forgetting such an important part of my last email... please show mercy! :)
~Abbie
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“None of that silliness,” I reply, “No Sir or Master. Whatever happens this weekend will ultimately be your choice. Now back to your first arousal at the thought of submission, was that before or after you became sexually active?”
“It was actually after I had become sexually active. I knew I was submissive to men, but I wasn’t sure what it meant. An ex boyfriend got me into showing my submissive feelings and acting out on them,” you shudder just a bit when the third finger slips between your swelling labia. “You seem to enjoy watching yourself,” I say, “Why not spread your legs open and have a better view?”
With a naughty grin you take my suggestion and say, “This is fun.”
I adjust the zoom on the video camera, opening up the field of view so you can see your fingers slip in and out of your wet pussy, “Now tell me about your first sexual experience.”
“It was in middle school... I had this boyfriend who was in high school and he invited me over one day while his parents were at work. It was a pretty rough first time... he tore my clothes off and fucked me in the ass, and then he fucked my pussy so hard he made me bleed and made me cum on his dick,” you groan as your thighs tremble. With four fingers in your slippery hole, we can both hear the wet slosh of your cum. You giggle and say, “I still have my ripped jeans from that actually!”
I make a quick note and ask, “Did you just come while you answered?”
“Maybe, just a little when I remembered his dick up my ass,” you reply. I chuckle, make another note, and teasingly admonish, “Well let’s keep the orgasms to a minimum until we complete this inventory. Middle school, and you were already an anal slut bunny. How precocious…”
You interrupt and protest, “Oh no, other than that first time, I didn’t start getting into anal until I was in my last year of high school. It was my ex boyfriend’s good friend. We would mostly have anal sex. We started out with it and ended with it! We’d have sex anywhere, sometimes it would be at his house, my house in the morning, or we would drive out to the beach and park. It was wonderful! That’s when I became a slut bunny.”
I make another note and ask, “On the beach and in the park, did you stay in the car, or were you into public sex?”
“We mostly fucked in the car, but there was this one time when me and a girlfriend of mine went out to the beach with these 2 guys... to make a long story short my girlfriend was fucking in the back seat of my car and I was getting fucked outside of the car leaning on my trunk!! It was cold outside just enough to keep my nipples hard but feel the warmth of my body,” you answer. I notice that both hands are busy between your legs and ask, “Would you like a toy – perhaps something to put up your ass?”
“Oh fuck,” you moan, “If I had my toy in my butt I’d come in a second.”
I reach over and pull a foot long string of bright yellow urethane anal beads from my black bag. “Turn the chair around, then straddle the seat with your plump bottom over the edge.”
You obey and I adjust the camera angle, “Let’s lose that tank top so we can see that lovely lace corset. Now this is your exercise in restraint. You are going to lube your pretty pink asshole with your fingers and your mouth. One finger goes from your mouth, into your ass, then two fingers, then three, then four. Then you’re going to push this string of beads up your slut bunny butt and after you answer each of my questions, you will push one bead out of your asshole.”
You look from me to the camera to the TV and suck on your index finger. You reach back and push it into your butt. You moan and grind your hips back into your hand; then you put two fingers into your mouth. “That’s nasty,” you say as you arch your back and push both fingers up your ass, “You’re a nasty old man.”
“And you are a nasty Slut Bunny who gets off with toys in her filthy shit hole,” I reply.
It only takes a few minutes for you to get all of the beads up your ass, and as I sit back with my notebook you finish off your glass of wine. “More wine please,” you ask. I feign irritation as I fill your plastic glass and pull a long neck beer from the ice bucket. I pick up my notebook again and you giggle, “Thank you Sir, may I play with my pussy while we do this?”
“Of course,” I reply, “but you may not come until we’ve finished and you are sucking on your beads. Now, have you ever engaged in sex in front of other people?”
With your hand between your legs you come back with, “Do you mean before tonight?”
“Very funny, answer the question.”
“Or what,” you say, “If I don’t answer will the Pervert Shrink spank his naughty Slut Bunny?”
“Actually, if your answers to all my questions are what I expect, the first thing I’ll do after we’ve finished is pull you over my knee and spank you until you beg me for permission to come. Now answer the question.”
You close your eyes, arch your back, and push the first bead out of your ass, “Yes Sir! That night at the beach after my girlfriend finished fucking her man, they got out of the car to see ‘if everything was going alright,’ but they just wanted to see me getting fucked.”
I make my note and say, “You seem to be fascinated with spanking. How did that get started?”
“Well the first time was about two years ago. I was horny and a little drunk, hanging out with another ex boyfriend and we ended up in bed in my room. I was on top doing what a Slut Bunny does best when he just lightly slapped my ass and ever since then I had to have my butt spanked harder and harder…I just can’t get enough of it!! Every time I get a spanking, it brings me even closer to cummming!”
Another two beads slip out of your ass and I look at the TV. “Are those three beads sticking out of your bottom,” I ask. You grin and wiggle your butt, “Ooops!”
I stand up, walk over to spread your ass open, and sure enough an extra bead is wedged between your plump cheeks. I land a sharp swat on your bottom and another bead pops out. After I’ve pushed the entire string back into your asshole, I slap the other side of your butt and present my fingers to your lips. You pout and then suck them clean. “Now we need only four more answers to complete your inventory, so it gets a bit more tricky. You will push out three beads after each answer. Remember this is an exercise in self-control. If you screw up then they all go back up your hole and we continue until you get it right,” reaching back into my bag I produce a wicked thin plastic paddle and scold, “For every bead that goes back into your pretty bum, you’ll be getting ten licks with this little beast. So far you’ve earned thirty, now other than having your butt spanked, what other fetishes arouse you?”
Your fingers busily dance over your clit and you moan, “Slut Bunny gets off on porn, especially BDSM. When I worked at a porn shop called Adam and Eve some lesbians returned a rental movie, with a really hot bondage cover. It turned me on so I took it home and I couldn’t keep my eyes off the screen! The pleasure mixed in with the pain and total loss of control excited me to where I was getting wet and had to make myself cum that night! It was so hot!!”
You’ve got four fingers in your pussy and five beads dangling out of your ass when you come. Three extra beads slip out of your gaping hole, which earns you another slap on the bottom, another eighty swats for the beads and twenty more for cummming without permission. As you’re sucking your nasty ass juice from my fingers, I scold you again, “So far you’ve earned an OTK spanking and a hundred swats with my paddle. If I were a suspicious pervert, I think you’re messing up on purpose…Now tell me what happened with all this newly discovered excitement.”
Lightly clamping your teeth over my fingertip, you reach inside your purple corset and pinch your nipple, “I’m sorry but Slut Bunny’s pussy just got too wet. She tries to be a good girl but her fingers go crazy and before you know it she’s over the edge. Anyway I kept that movie over the weekend and then took some more home. I noticed that one guy who came in was renting the same movies that I’d taken home so when he came to the counter one day and asked for anything new, I recommended a couple of titles. When he returned them, we got to talking and he claimed he had an open relationship with his wife. I thought to myself, ‘Yeah, right, he could be so lucky.’ It was late and the manger came by to close up, so one thing led to another, and I took him home with me that night. We had hours of great sex then I found out he wasn’t BS’ing me. Since I brought him over to my place, I had to drive him home. It was after two in the morning when we got to his place. After a few drinks and a chat with his wife, I ended up drunk, licking his dick, licking her pussy and I had them all over me. I got fucked and licked at the same time and oh my God it was great!!!”
This time only one extra bead slipped out of your butt hole. Another pink handprint on your bottom and you earned ten more swats with the paddle. As I pushed the last bead back in, I ask, “How many swats have you earned?”
“A hundred,” you answer.
“A hundred and ten,” I correct you as I present my fingers. This time there’s a slight brown smear on my index finger. “Ewww,” you whine. I grab a handful of your hair with my other hand and say, “Punks love abuse, so you’ve got a choice to make – clean my fingers or we’ll have to double up. That will be two hundred and twenty.”
After you’ve sucked my fingers, I release your hair and say in my Mr. Burns voice, “Excellent, but since you can’t keep count, I’m afraid we’ll be doubling your punishment. Now tell me about the most extreme fetish you’ve ever done.”
You smile and reply, “After that crazy night, the three of us went out for breakfast and talked. Turns out they were both into BDSM and although she subbed for him, she was into sharing him with maybe a little switch on me. We ended up living together for a while. I supplied the porn and they worked me over in their little dungeon. I guess our most extreme session was when I ended up chained to the ceiling and floor suspended by my wrists and ankles while she taped my boobs so they went all purple with my nipples standing out like Hershey Kisses.”
This time you can’t manage to get three beads out without screwing up, so after you’ve earned almost five hundred swats for your paddling, I give up. Leaning over your back, I’m pinching your nipple and slowly fucking your nasty shit hole with the bead string, “We’ll call it an even five hundred strokes, and distribute it over this evening. Now are you interested in expanding your extremes?”
You are pumping your pussy and grinding your teeth, desperately trying not to come. Inhaling deeply you answer, “Isn’t that why we’re here?”
“Just what comes to your Slut Bunny mind?”
Your boobs are completely out of the top of the corset and you’re pinching your other nipple, “Hhmmm, to have control totally taken from me by somebody who knows all the right spots, how to care for me just as much as he knows how to please me with bondage, humiliation, spanking, clamps, rope, a collar, but mostly I want someone I can also please, some one I can honestly trust and try all kinds of nasty new things he knows won’t hurt me.”
Abbie Cummmms – a real time BDSM Journal (Part 2)
4/28/08
Slut Bunny,
It's very late, 3:30 in the morning and I've been working on Abbie Cummms since reading your email at 11:00 last night. Thanks to your answers, I believe we've got something for BDSM Library. Have a look at what I've written, then give me a call tomorrow and tell me how you feel about having your story published on line. We can edit to better conceal your identity or if you can handle the "humiliation," we'll leave it as is.
Looking forward to speaking with you. I'll be working in Ontario on Wednesday, perhaps we can meet sometime after 3:30 pm.
Jay
4/28/08
Jay Mac,
I love the story!! I was just sooo tired last night i passed out lol but i will give You a call tonight!! I might be able to go to Ontario.... im not for sure yet... i will let You know!!
Talk to You soon!
~Slut Bunny
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“…I want someone I can also please, some one I can honestly trust and try all kinds of nasty new things he knows won’t hurt me.”
“Nasty new things,” I echo, as I slowly pull the yellow beads from your gaping asshole. The neon yellow spheres are smeared with your shit and giving your nipple one last twist, I present them to your lips, “These are pretty nasty, let’s have you over my knee while you clean them up.”
You smile, wiggle your bottom, and open your mouth to clean my fingers and take the first worst bead between your teeth. I help you up then turn the angle of the chair and take a seat. You climb over my right knee and arch your back to present that big Slut Bunny bottom for punishment. With a quick slap to your butt I order you to spread your legs wider. Looking back over your shoulder, you can see yourself on the TV. A half- dozen handprints of varying shades of pink on the pale skin of your ass are clearly visible on the screen. Playfully bouncing your hips, you rub your wet clit on my thigh. I slap your exposed pussy and remind you, “You must have my permission to come. This is a warm up for your punishment, so you’ll have to ask for permission.”
With the first bead held in your teeth, you tease me, “How can I keep from coming if you spank my wet pussy?”
With three hard slaps to your ass I punctuate my reply, “That’s…your…problem! Now why are you laid out over my knee?”
You pout and take the bead out of your mouth, “Because I need to tell you I’m a filthy Slut Bunny while you spank my big butt and make me do all kinds of nasty things.”
“Close but not quite on target,” I say, “You want me to spank your big butt and you choose to do all kinds of nasty things because you are a filthy Slut Bunny. Now get to work on those beads and as I spank you, beg for more and beg for it harder.”
The first ten or twenty swats are crisp and sharp, quickly covering your bottom with overlapping pink handprints. You arch your back into my hand begging for more. I pick up the tempo and make your ass cheeks bounce and ripple. You open your eyes to peek over your shoulder at the TV and beg me to spank you harder. A few minutes into your spanking, your pussy is dripping and I can feel the warm wet stain spreading over my thigh. I put my left hand inside your right thigh spreading your legs wider and slap your cunt, “Remember, you must ask for permission to come!”
Moaning around the beads in your mouth, you arch your back, push up on your toes, and moan as your thighs tremble. I keep spanking your red butt cheeks and you fight off the need to orgasm. Pulling the beads from your mouth, you beg me to spank your pussy and make you come. Slapping your ass I ask, “Have you finished cleaning up your shit?”
“Please, please, please Sir may this filthy slut come?”
I’m still making your bottom bounce, “Any slut can come, but I want to hear what kind of filthy slut you are!”
You shudder and beg, “Please spank my dripping pussy and allow this filthy ass fucked shit licking Slut Bunny to come.”
Pulling your legs open I start spanking your swollen labia and clit, softly at first, “Not yet slut…not until you count one hundred.”
You only manage to make it to fifty-six before you come, but as you requested in your email, I am merciful. You’re tearfully trying to catch your breath, sniffling and still trembling in the last throes of your orgasm, when I reach into the ice bucket and gently press a few cold cubes against your wet pussy. You jump a bit then giggle and moan as I bring the ice up over your bright red ass. When I’ve finished cooling off your bottom the ice in my hand has completely melted, “Now, what do you have to say for yourself? You disobeyed me and came long before one hundred.”
You giggle and bounce your hips against my knee, “I’m sorry Sir. I’m just a horny little Slut Bunny and I couldn’t help myself. But I’m ready to try again.”
I chuckle and reach back into the ice bucket, “I’ll be you are, but this time we’ll add a new nasty thing to the mix. Reach back and spread those bright red cheeks so we can see your asshole.”
You can feel the shit slime in your crack and you look over your shoulder so you can see just how much of a mess you’ve made. You’re surprised to see only a thin brown film over your pink starfish. I press an ice cube against that film and to your surprise, push it into your nasty hole. “Oh my god,” you squeal, “That is so cold!”
Without hesitation I push two more cubes up your ass. You twist and let go of your butt cheeks. “Please, please no more, no more, I’ll piss myself,” you beg. I toss the cubes back into the bucket, toss a bath towel onto the floor, then lift the ice bucket over your back to place it on the towel between your legs. “Even better,” I say, “If you’ve got to go, you’ve go to go. Now get up, squat, and pee!”
You blush and you hesitate. “Come on Slut Bunny, you’re the one who needs to be humiliated. It’ll be a new nasty thing. You can squat with my beer bottle up your butt and spank your clit. One hundred times, each time harder before you’re allowed to come and then watch yourself piss over the ice in the bucket.”
I help you get to your feet and chuckle as you spread the towel open then stand over the beer bottle and ice bucket with your left hand in the crack of your ass. You work three fingers into your butt, and then carefully squat and guide the long neck into the gaping hole. You look up and see yourself on the TV screen, close your eyes and slip two fingers into your wet pussy. With your left hand slowly pumping your cunt, you start to spank your clit. “Wait,” I order as I reach into my bag and pull out a short braid of rawhide. It’s only about eight inches long with four strands of leather dangling from the braid. “Use this. It’s a sweet little flogger - just right to whip a nasty slut’s clit. Pace yourself and remember to count each stroke out loud, one hundred times, each time harder.”
You take the braid from my hand and obey. By the time you count sixty, you know you’re not going to make it to one hundred. Your asshole is stretched over a third of the beer bottle and it feels huge. Your thighs tremble and you can’t hold back anymore… “Sixty-three, sixty-four, sixty-five, sixty-siiiiixxx!”
You come and piss at the same time. Leaning over the bucket with your whip hand on the floor hot pee splashes into and over the bucket! You are completely lost in a twisted knot of release and humiliation, shaking your head and whispering, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
I reach down to pat your bottom, “That’s alright Slut Bunny. You’re just a horny little brat and can’t help yourself. You’re a glutton for punishment and you love to come. So let’s have that bucket and get you ready for the next new nasty thing.”
I reach between your legs and put the yellow ice on the table, then gentle push your shoulders down to the floor. I position you on your knees with your face in the pissy towel and tie your wrists to your ankles. From the black bag I pull out a short length of clear soft plastic hose and a funnel. Then I reach into the ice bucket, scoop out a handful of cubes, and press them against your red swollen pussy. Slowly twisting the beer bottle out of your asshole I lean into you and say, “This is where we start to have some really nasty fun.”
One at a time I push ten small cubes of ice into your asshole. You shudder and moan when I reach into the bucket and scoop another handful of ice. This goes on for five minutes. The cubes melt in your gut and you’re feeling a strange sensation when I apply a liberal smear of creamy hand lotion over your bottom and slowly push two and then three fingers up your butt. You moan; spread your legs open and rock your hips back into my hand, “Fuck me, please fuck my filthy Slut Bunny shit hole, and come in my mouth.”
I playfully smack your ass and say, “All in good time Slut Bunny, all in good time.”
The soft plastic tubing replaces my fingers and I slowly twist it, pushing and pulling until only a few inches stick out of your ass. The funnel’s slipped into the hose and then I carefully pour the ice-cold mix of piss and water into the funnel. Pulling and pushing the hose just a few inches at a time, the piss water slowly percolates into your pink bottom. I slowly pull the tubing from between your butt cheeks and add another handful of ice cubes, just for fun. You love it when I plug your creamy shit hole with the bead string and then reach for my wicked red plastic paddle. I stand over your back, lightly tap your bottom, and ask, “Now how do you like your nasty new thing?”
“It’s so cold, but my pussy is getting wet so I think I like it. I love that you tied me up,” you reply. “Well, we’ll just have to see that you’re properly warmed up,” I chuckle then my paddle comes down with a sharp crack, “Count them out – one hundred, each a bit harder than the last and make sure you keep those beads in your nasty slut hole. Anything that comes out of your ass is going back into your pretty mouth, but the good news is that you can come as much as you want.”
With another sharp crack I make your butt bounce and ripple. Looking up at the TV you wiggle your ass and moan, “One, harder please!”
There are two red stripes on your pink bottom and after the next swat another pops out. Another and another and another overlapping into a cross hatched pattern that covers your ass. Tiny blood droplets emerge from the pores of your swollen butt cheeks and after the thirty-third swat you beg for mercy and shudder at the edge of orgasm. A handful of ice and three fingers in your wet pussy, push you over that edge and two beads slip out of your asshole. I slip a fourth finger into your cunt and give you a warning, “Watch those beads slut, you don’t want to be sucking piss and ass juice from this towel.”
Rocking your hips into my hand, you twist your pussy around my fingers and consider that possibility. “Yes Sir, please fuck my ass. I’d love to feel your cock up my filthy slut shit hole.”
With a twist of my wrist I slip my fingers out of your cunt and say, “Patience, Bunny Slut, I’ll fuck that filthy shit hole soon enough. Now let’s continue with your punishment, I believe we have sixty-seven more swats from the red plastic beasty.”
I start out much lighter than where we ended and you manage to make it through to a hundred without losing your shit. Another handful of ice cools your beet red and purple butt. Four fingers in your pussy and my thumb wedged under the bead string leaves you dripping. Five beads dangle from your ass as I pull off my shirt, unbuckle my belt, and pull you up to your knees. My cock is erect – over six inches long less than seven – not too small, but hardly huge. You open your lips and it easily fits all the way into your wet mouth.
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4/28/08 11:23am
Jay Mac,
I love the story!! I was just sooo tired last night i passed out lol but i will give You a call tonight!! I might be able too go to Ontario.... im not for sure yet... i will let You know!!
Talk to You soon!
~Slut Bunny
4/30/08
Slut Bunny,
I'm stuck... haven't heard from you in three days. Left a message but no returned call and no email? We can't continue your story without feedback.
Are you scared, having second thoughts or has life in the IE distracted your attention and just caused you to flake out??
The number is XXX XXX-2938.
Jay Mac
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Jay Mac & Slut Bunny’s Real-Time Phone Sex
5/1/08 1:37am
He’d just climbed back into bed when the phone rang. At one thirty in the morning it was either bad news from Texas or that silly little Slut Bunny responding to his last email. Naked, in the dark, he navigated his way down the stairs and managed to pick up on the fifth ring.
“Hello,” he said with a slightly sardonic twist in his voice. A young female voice replied, “Hello Jay, were you asleep?”
“Is this Abbie Osgoode,” he asked. There was a giggle, “Yes, this is your Slut Bunny. Should I call back tomorrow?”
“No way,” he grumbled, “You already in enough trouble as it is. I’m not about to let you off the hook. Now why has it taken you nearly a week to make a simple phone call?”
After the litany of inadequate excuses of busy with school, unpacking at Mom’s house and general silliness ending with, “I just got back from a night out with my friends and if you haven’t guessed I’m a little drunk…” he remarked, “You sound like you’re nineteen years old.”
“I’m twenty,” she quickly replied. He chuckled. Her emphasis on her age reminded of some insecure kid insisting that she was nearly fifteen. “Well we managed to miss each other yesterday, so when shall we meet,” he asked. “Ohhh, I don’t know,” Abbie replied with a bit of a pout, “This weekend, I’m going to Las Vegas with friends. We’ll be there most of next week and then next weekend I’m going to Lompoc. I don’t have plans for the following weekend, but I just don’t know.”
He measured his response – Abbie claimed she was interested in humiliation, but he didn’t want to sound like a possessive cliché of a Dom Master wannabe. He chose to laugh and say, “I understand. When I was twenty there were times when I woke up with no idea which state I was in. So what is your class schedule like? I’ll be in Ontario for a few days in May and if you’ve got some open time during the week, maybe we can meet up in Apple Valley or Victorville.”
After some discussion they settled on Thursday, May 15th. “So as long as you’ve dragged me out of bed,” he said, “Let’s do a bit of play. Are you in bed?”
“Yesss,” she replied in a little girl Slut Bunny voice. “Do you have privacy,” he asked. “A little bit, my Mom’s asleep but she’s sleeps light and way too curious,” she cooed, “I have to keep it quiet or go out to the car.”
“I like that twist,” he replied, “The possibility of getting caught adds some spice to the mix. Now what kind of toys do you have unpacked?”
“Just the one,” she teased, “It’s in the drawer.”
“The dildo you put up your ass,” he asked. “Yes,” Abbie whispered. “All right, I’m going to go grab my cigarettes while you go get your toy…” he said. Thirty seconds later they were back on the phone. He had his dick in his hand when he asked, “So how big is your toy?”
After some discussion about how to measure the hot pink beast, Slut Bunny managed to calculate an estimate of a bit over seven inches. “Just a bit bigger than my cock,” he said, “Do you have any lube with you, or would you prefer to use your mouth?”
“Which would you prefer,” she asked. He light his cigarette and said, “One thing you will learn from me is that when we play, I will insist that you choose and you’ll acknowledge your choice by asking for permission…So, what is you choice?”
Slut Bunny complied with his demand, “Please sir, may I suck and lick my toy before I put it up my ass?”
“Of course,” he replied. After a few seconds listening to the soft wet sounds on the phone, Jay asked her how much of her toy was in her mouth. “Two or three inches,” she responded. “Can you get the whole thing into your mouth,” he asked. Abbie giggled, “I can try.”
A gag and gurgle accompanied the wet sounds, and after ten or twenty seconds, he decided that she was ready for the next demand. “Is your toy all wet and slick,” he asked. She gasped and replied, “Yes, may I put it in my asshole?”
“Oh yes, I’d love to hear you fuck your nasty hole while your play with your pussy.”
Abbie said, “Thank you,” moaned then groaned and moaned again. “Tell me,” he said, “How many fingers do you have in that wet cunt?”
“Two,” she replied. “And how deep is that toy,” he asked. “About half way,” she said. He grinned and said he wanted to hear her spank her clit while she pushed her toy all the way up her ass. Slut Bunny whispered that she couldn’t be too loud, then spread her legs wide and obeyed. He listened carefully and heard her breathe more rapidly and moan while she slapped her wet pussy and pumped her slut hole. “Now slip four fingers into that cunt, fuck your toy and I’ll tell about my fantasy of our first meeting,” he said. Slut Bunny responded with a whimper.
“This is how I’ve been imagining the scene: We meet at a restaurant and have a nice dinner, then, over coffee and desert you slip your hand into my pants. I slip my hand down the back of your jeans and push a couple of fingers into your nasty hole. There are some people in the restaurant but no one can see what were doing. We’re managing to keep a straight face, and with your hand on my cock, you twist your hips to get two of my fingers into you asshole. We’re talking about mundane stuff and nobody has a clue. When you can’t stand it anymore, you put your free hand against my ear and whisper, ‘Please fuck my ass.’
“I laugh, pull my hand out of your jeans, and ask the waitress to bring the check. After we’re in the parking lot, we stand next to the car. It’s dark, I’ve got one hand down the back of your jeans, you’ve got your hand around my cock, and you’re licking the fingers that were up your asshole. We’re alone and I ask, ‘Now what was it that you whispered in my ear?”
“You grin and nibble on my fingertips, ‘Please fuck my Bunny Slut asshole.”
Jay heard Abbie moan loudly and asked, “Did you just come?”
“Almost,” she whimpered, “May I come?”
“Not yet,” he replied, “Let’s see if you can manage to get you thumb in as well.”
Abbie giggled, “It’s already in.”
“Really, how deep?”
“Up to my knuckles,” she answered. “Oh that’s right, your arm’s too short for you to get you whole fist in your cunt,” he said, “Has anyone else every fisted you?”
“Ohhh yess,” Abbie purred. “Sounds like you enjoyed that experience,” he chuckled. “Oh yes, it was wonderful,” she said. Jay lit another cigarette and asked, “Have you ever been assfucked and fisted at the same time?”
“Nooooo, but it sure sounds good.”
“We’ll have to work on that one,” he said, “Now where were we? Ahh, in the parking lot - Let’s have you pick it up from there. You tell me what happens next.”
Abbie smiled and said, “We go to the motel.”
“Don’t be such a greedy slut,” he admonished, “We alone, between a bunch of cars, and you like being fucked in cars. What are you going to do to move things along?”
She pushed her hand and toy as deep as she could and imagined herself laid out in the back seat of Jay’s car:
“After I lick your fingers I pull down my jeans and undies and get down on my knees to suck your dick. Slut Bunny loves to give long deep sloppy blowjobs...
Jay interrupted her, “Wait a minute, undies – what kind of undies? What is my Slut Bunny doing with undies?”
Abbie giggled and replied, “Slut Bunny, forgot and wore her thong.”
“Well you know what that means,” he countered. She interjected, “Slut Bunny is in trouble and she’ll just have to be punished.”
He squeezed his hard dick and added, “You’re just stacking up all kinds of punishments. We’ll have to pull those undies off and spank your big butt.”
“Yes sir,” Abbie said with a delighted tease in her voice, “I’d just love to have you spank my ass.”
“Now you were on your knees with your jeans and undies pulled down, in the middle of a sloppy blowjob and I assume you’re playing with your wet pussy as well. What would you like to happen next?”
“You put your hands into my hair and fuck my face, until I start gagging. Then I slip out of my jeans and climb into the backseat of your car...”
Jay laughed and said, “Sorry slut, my car’s an old Nissan Sentra. There’s no room to fuck in the backseat.”
“Oh poo,” Abbie pouted, “Can I sit in the door and have you fuck me with your fingers?”
“That’s possible,” he answered. Abbie moaned again as she pushed her hand into her dripping pussy.”
“You’re fucking my pussy and ass with two fingers in each hole and pulling my hair while I suck your cock, then I beg you to fuck me. You help me stand up and spread my legs while I bend over the hood of your car. I can feel the tip of your dick pushing into my ass and I love it. I rock back into you and go up on my toes when you smack my butt. You make me beg for your cock and I push back until I can feel your jeans rub my bottom. You reach up under my shirt and pinch my nipples. I’m going crazy when you finally push that sweet dick all the way up my asshole. You fuck me and spank me and I’m completely lost when...”
Jay interrupted, “…A car pulls into the lot.”
“You’re mean,” Abbie whimpered, “… but I’m lost so I don’t care, all I know is I want to keep fucking.”
“But they may have seen us when they drove past us. Maybe we’ll get caught - maybe they’ll call the cops. What will we do?”
“You smack my ass and pull out. We end up in the car and I lick all my nasty ass juice off your cock. I want to climb onto your lap and fuck some more...”
“Sorry again, bucket seats,” he said, “I suppose it might be possible but I find it hard to imagine that it would be worth the effort.”
Abbie pumped her holes and said, “Well I guess we’ll just have to get a room.”
“Excellent,” Jay replied, “Now what happens when we get into our room.”
“I immediately get naked go down on my hands and knees and crawl across the carpet to suck your cock. I’m on my knees with my bottom stuck out, licking your balls, and begging you to punish me...”
“And how should you be punished,” he asked. Abbie didn’t hesitate, “with a riding crop.”
“So you like the crop,” he said, “I like to save that toy for later in the session. How about my belt? Has anyone ever whipped your ass with a belt?”
Abbie smiled and pumped her toy in and out of her asshole, “Yess, I love belts.”
“Good, we’ll start with a hundred,” Jay said, “Now I want you to imagine that you’re sucking my cock while I whip you ass. You have to count every fifth stroke. When I get to five, you pull your mouth off my dick and count five, ten fifteen and so on. Since I’ll not there, you get to count while you fuck yourself as deep and hard as you can. You can’t cum until you reach a hundred. Now start.”
With a long slow twist of her hips Abbie pushed her toy deep into her ass and tried to take as much of her hand into her cunt as she could manage. She loved the restriction, she couldn’t make very much noise, and she could clearly hear the sloppy wet movement of her fingers and thumb pumping her pussy. “Five,” she said. Jay’s graveled voice softly rumbled in her ear, “That’s it, start out slow and build it up.”
“Ten, fifteen, twenty,” the noise of her breathing and the deep wet strokes filled the room so that she lost track of her own voice and heard the count as if someone else were speaking. At “fifty-five,” she heard a whimpered moan and struggled to control the urge to come. Her breathing was fast and ragged, when she heard Jay ask, “Did you just come without permission?”
She took a few seconds before she answered, “No, it was awfully close; but no, I didn’t come.”
“You’re sure about that,” he said, “I could have sworn I heard that little hitch in your voice.”
“My pussy’s dripping, but I caught myself. I didn’t come.”
“Not even a little,” Jay teased.
“Well maybe…it was awfully close. May I have permission to come,” she asked.
“Maybe,” was the reply, “But first let’s take a break for some nasty play. Pull that toy out of your butt and put it in your mouth. Let’s clean that bad boy up.”
Abbie was relieved to feel the cool night air flow over her gaping hole. With her toy so deep up her ass, she was tempted to sneak in a quick orgasm, but didn’t trust herself not to completely lose it. She loved the rich odor and taste of her shit slime and as she closed her eyes, it was easy to imagine Jay’s cock in her mouth and throat. After thirty seconds or so, she heard Jay’s voice. “You sound like you’re having way too much fun. Let’s get that toy back where it belongs.”
Abbie quickly slipped the tip of the dildo back into her nasty shit hole, and with a prolonged moan pushed the entire seven-inch length back up her ass before she realized that she’d lost any idea of how far she’d counted. “Damn,” she said. Jay responded, “Something wrong Slut Bunny?”
“I lost count,” she pouted.
He laughed and said, “Well you know what that means… we’ll just have to start from the beginning. But this time, after you get to fifty, I give you permission to come.”
Abbie smiled. They’d been on the phone for almost an hour and she was starting to worry that her nosey mother might wake up. Jay seemed to sense that she wanted to come and go to sleep. As she counted, his voice coached and encouraged her. She was very glad to reach fifty, but tried very hard to hold out until she reached one hundred. At fifty-five, Jay changed the dynamic of her imaginary punishment. “Open your legs wide,” he ordered, “and imagine that I whip your wet dripping pussy with every other stroke. You like having your pussy whipped, don’t you?”
“Yesssixty,” she hissed. She started to come around seventy-five and by ninety, she lost control; but she was determined to complete her fantasy punishment and kept pumping her dripping cunt… “ninety-five…one hundred!!”
Her hand was soaked and she groaned and pinched her clit and pussy while she caught her breath. Jay waited patiently for her to recover, then she confessed that she came after only imaginary ninety strokes, but protested that he’d pushed her over the edge by whipping her pussy. Jay told her that she’d been a good slut, that he’d research their meeting place on Google and send her an email. With a quiet “Good night, Slut Bunny,” he left her to her sleep and dreams.
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5/1/08 2:41am
Slut Bunny,
This should give you a chuckle... you just took my virginity - that is I am no longer a virgin to phone sex... talking dirty over the phone… whatever...
Being old school, I am of the Texican creedo that dictates, " Money talks and bullshit walks. Don't piss away my time talking about it. If yer gonna do something, take care of bidness and get the Goldang job done!"
As usual you managed to almost fuck up, it took you the better part of a week to actually make a phone call. Are you sure that you're not a brat disguised in subbie clothing? In any case we'll have to make sure that you are properly punished; but I must admit, hearing you cummmm over the phone was fun! Odd that your anal toy is just about the same size as my cock, I should fit right in!
You're now officially on my calendar: Thursday, May 15, 3:00pm - 11:00pm, Meet with the Slut Bunny, or if you want to stay the night... we should be close enough so that you can leave for class in the morning.
I'll change the name and send Part-1 to BDSM Library later this morning and I should have Part-2 wrapped up by the weekend. They'll probably both sometime next week. You can share it with your very close friends - the folks that lurk around BDSM will have a very near real time journal/ blog - and you will have a vicarious audience as you expand your experience and explore your limits.
Remember to check your email, and next time, try to call before 1:30am. I'm a much better conversationalist when my brain works. This can be a lot of fun.
Happy, Happy Goat Boy!!!
Abbie Cummmms – a real time BDSM Library Journal (Part 3)
Happy, Happy Goat Boy
May 1, 2008 - 5:36 pm
Slut Bunny,
Here's the second chapter of your story. I changed the names and sent off the first part to be posted on BDSM Library this morning. I'll follow up with this one as soon as I send you this email. In the meantime, if you have any particularly nasty adventures while you're in Vegas. Send me an email and we'll see if we can work them into your fantasy in Part 3.
After you get back from Lompoc, I'll send you a few restaurant links so you can let me know where you'd like to meet on May 15.
Have fun and don't hesitate to misbehave. I'll be happy to add any of your mischief in Vegas to your already extensive list of naughtiness for punishment.
Jay Mac
May 1, 2008 7:33pm
Jay Mac,
Hehehe, You actually took my phone sex virginity also, glad You enjoyed it!! Wow, i think i just relived last night’s phone call hehehe! Part 2 is just as good as the first! i can’t wait until we can make it come true!!!
I’m looking forward to seeing You!!! i will be sure to let You know of anything that happens in Vegas!! And i have a funny feeling i will be punished the whole night hehe (not that i'm not excited for it).
**kisses**
~Slut Bunny
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Abbie’s First Time Fantasy (cont.):
Rocking your hips into my hand, you twist your pussy around my fingers and consider that possibility. “Yes Sir, please fuck my ass. I’d love to feel your cock up my filthy slut shit hole.”
With a twist of my wrist I slip my fingers out of your cunt and say, “Patience, Bunny Slut, I’ll fuck that filthy shit hole soon enough. Now let’s continue with your punishment, I believe we have sixty-seven more swats from the red plastic beasty.”
I start out much lighter than where we ended and you manage to make it through to a hundred without losing your shit. Another handful of ice cools your beet red and purple butt. Four fingers in your pussy and my thumb wedged under the bead string leaves you dripping. Five beads dangle from your ass as I pull off my shirt, unbuckle my belt, and pull you up to your knees. My cock is erect – over six inches long less than seven – not too small, but hardly huge. You open your lips and it easily fits all the way into your wet mouth.
I remembered how in your email response you expressed a fondness for riding crops and so I made one just for you. With a two-foot section of tapered fiberglass fishing rod at the core it’s encased with braided black deer hide. It took me nearly an hour to remember the braid patterns, but I finally figured it out, and now you have a handmade crop complete with a slapper shaped like a leather flower blossom. More flexible than other crops, this one can bend double and spring back with some wicked force. A bit of practice with your new toy leaves you with a dozen or so rosy pink marks on your tits and thighs as well as your swollen labia.
“So Bunny Slut how do you like your new crop,” I ask. The smile on your face as you take a deep breath provides the answer, and you tell me how much you love it. I flick the anal beads dangling above your wet pussy and wonder out loud, “Tits, pussy or ass? What to choose? We could do them all in sequence and then reverse things for variety – twenty-five on each nipple, twenty-five on that pretty red bottom and twenty-five on that horny Slut Bunny clit. How does that sound?”
You sit back on your heels, smile, and look up at me out of the corner of your eye, “I’m not sure. With my ass all full of nasty stuff, I’m wondering if I might make a real mess when I come.”
I flick those beads again and tease you, “Who said you’ll have permission to come?”
You pout, “Oh please, please, please may I come. I love to come with a crop whipping my wet pussy.”
Continuing to flip the beads and tease, I say, “I don’t know. I doubt you can come and hold that all nasty stuff.”
You look down and mumble something that I can’t hear. “I’m sorry I didn’t hear that,” I say. Still looking down you reply with the voice of a frustrated teenaged brat, “I said you’re a mean old goat!”
I laugh and you get two sharp pops, one on each swollen butt cheek. Lifting and twisting your hips you moan, “Oooo, please do that again.”
Channeling Bill Hicks, I crow, “Mean Old Goat! No, I am Goat Boy, here to tickle your nasty fancy. I’m here to tease you and make you beg for more! I reveal the depth of your inner slut. In and out of every hole, dripping dick just out of reach to make you plead for cum… my cum, your cum, but Nooooooo, not until I hear every tormented hungry note of Slut Bunny’s depraved degradation!”
Another sharp pop makes your right tit bounce and you lose another anal bead. You can feel the chill of that nasty stuff oozing around the bead string, running down over your swollen labia, and dripping to the towel. The sting of the crop on your nipple short circuits straight to your gut and bladder and you go straight up on your knees and shudder as you desperately resist the urge to shit and pee. I notice the wet yellow stain on the towel and say, “Hang on to your shit Bunny. Looks like you’re definitely going to lose it. We’re going to have to move this part of the show into the bathroom.”
Relieved of the emotional weight of making a filthy mess you whisper, “Thank you.”
The mechanics of moving from the bedroom to the bathroom are straight forward, but there are also intimate moments of sensuality. You’re disappointed that you won’t be able to watch yourself on the television, but grateful that I chose to free you from the humiliation of staining the carpet like a stray puppy. You stand and stare into the mirror as I finish tying off the intricate restraint for our next play. You’re now wearing a big leather dog collar with your wrists bound behind you head. The thin black stretchy nylon cord is looped through a ring at the front of the collar and wrapped around your luscious tits. They’re already swollen and red – perfect targets for the crop. Tied off between your boobs, then looped around your waist, the cord runs between your bruised butt cheeks and swollen labia so that every movement rubs taut nylon against tender flesh.
Looping the extra cord into a floppy bow, I step back to the camera and frame your body. You love the exposure and smile at the mirror. “Turn around and show me those pretty tits,” I demand. You comply and strike a nasty porn pose while I zoom in to frame your tits and face, “That’s good, but let’s add a touch of jewelry and make it better.”
Better is a pair of nasty alligator clips with large brass sleigh bells. Opening the clips and letting they snap closed, I tease you and giggle while you whimper and beg me to be gentle. We take a few minutes to hang these little beasts from your swollen nipples. There’s a great deal of whimpering and giggling accompanied by the occasional yelp, but with a long shuddering moan we manage to position the clips and bells.
I return to the camera to reframe your body and tell you to assume an obscene position legs wide open, bent at the waist, knees slightly bent, head up, looking back over your swollen tit so that you become the sculpture model for a BDSM hood ornament. We’re beyond good and better, approaching near perfection and it’s time to play. I begin with a bit of light flutter over your ass, pussy, and tits. Of course I pay particular attention to the dangling anal beads and brass bells. You moan and groan and whimper, chew on your lower lip and I laugh and tease, “Alright slut, Goat Boy’s ready to play. Let’s hear you beg. Open your eyes, look back into that camera, tell me about all the nasty things you need.”
You are smiling while you beg, “Please sir, please whip my ass and dripping cunt. Whip my swollen tits. Dance your nasty crop over my slut flesh and make me beg for more. Make me come, and piss and shit! Then tell me what a dirty greedy slut I am while you fuck me up my filthy shit hole and make me beg to come again.”
“That’s very, very good,” I say, “ You’ve made Goat Boy a happy, happy beasty. Now let’s see if you can hold your shit and still keep count.”
We begin with your ass and pussy and on my command you turn while I deal with your tits and clit. Twenty strokes in, I add a twist and demand that you beg me to strike harder with each count. Turning, twisting, bending and begging, you start to lose you balance and I pause at forty-two. You are bent at the waist, trembling almost on the verge of tears when I slip on a tight surgical glove, apply a liberal amount of slick lubricant, and run my fingertips between the tight nylon cord stretched around your swollen labia. You rock your hips into my hand and as yet another anal bead escapes, you plead, “Please sir may I come? Please, please. Pretty please!”
“Maybe, but first let’s see how many fingers we can slip into your dripping pussy,” is my reply. You pout and as you wiggle your hips into my hand, I hear that bratty teenage voice, “Mean old goat!”
That gets you a quick half-dozen swats on your bottom and with four fingers in your pussy, you’ve lost count again. “Man oh man, I swear you do that on purpose,” I laugh, “You want to start from zero.”
You twist your hips and smile, “More, harder…”
I give you another quick pop on the butt and add my thumb to the fingers churning your cunt. “More please, harder, deeper,” you whimper. I start twisting my wrist and you start humping my fingers. We’re both surprised at how quickly you manage to take most of my hand into your wet pussy. “Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm,” you groan, “Fuck me, spank me, make me come, please, please, pleeeease!”
Another bead slips out of you asshole and the string is moving in a circular motion as you bounce your hips into my hand. “Hey girl,” I scold, “You’re losing your beads. If you shit on my arm, you’re gonna end up down on your tits and face in the middle of your mess.”
You’re oblivious to my warning. All you can feel is the warp of sensation that races around my hand, the beads up your butt, your clit, tits, and nipples. With a heavy grunt and a long twist of your hips you stretch your labia over my knuckles and slowly manage to take my entire hand into your cunt. I hold my arm and shoulder still, and watch you push down all the way to my wrist. “My god girl, you weren’t kidding,” I murmur as I lean over your back and tap the bells dangling from your nipples. Your eyes are closed and your pretty face is twisted, “Close your fingers. Fuck me with your fist. Make me come.”
Very slowly I close my fingers over my thumb and softly twist my arm. You rock your hips back into my wrist and I can feel the muscle rhythmically clench and release. Your thighs and hips tremble and I have mercy on you, “Beg for it Slut Bunny.”
“Please sir may I please, please come? Please fist my slut cunt and make me come!”
The slush and slop of my fist in your dripping pussy and the tinkle of the of sleigh bells echo from the tile walls in the bathroom. Your hips bounce up and down on my wrist, and the tremors in your thighs push you to the edge of orgasm. Once more I have mercy, “Okay, go for it but you’d better hold onto your shit!”
Through grinding teeth you hiss, “Thank you…” but the bead string is a lost cause. You come, you shit, and piss all over my hand and the floor. The combination of sensory overload and your feeling of extreme humiliation warp through your mind and body. You want to disappear and at the same time you want this incredibly intense release to go on for as long as possible. You’ve never felt anything like this in your life. Another stream of cold piss sprays from you shit hole and you love it! You hate it! You hope it never ends and you pray you’ll never descend to this kind of degradation again! Then with a weak spurt and dribble, it’s done and you’re relieved that it’s over and yet vaguely disappointed. You clench your sloppy pussy around my hand, try to catch your breath and take in the whole experience. After a long moment, you rotate your hips over my fist, and faintly smile as you come to the realization that you can’t wait to do it all over again.
I’ve been quietly watching you go throughout the aftermath. My only other comparable experience with this level of depravity did not end well. The forty something slut panicked and succumbed to her neurotic fear of what she imagined that I might think of her humiliation. When I feel your hips rotate and see that woozy smile, I chuckle to myself and as I slowly open my hand, I compliment your performance, “Amazing… you weren’t kidding when you said you got off on being fist fucked, but… you were very naughty. You lost count. You lost your beads. You lost your shit and you pissed all over the floor. What are we gonna do with such a naughty nasty sloppy girl?”
You grin and giggle and push that dripping slut cunt down onto my wrist, “Mmmmm, filthy sluts who can’t hold their shit end up tits and face down in their own mess and we have to start all over!”
“Is that what you want Slut Bunny,” I ask. You pout as I slip my hand free from your pussy and then giggle while a short flood of cum splashes and drips from your gaping hole. “Please sir, please put this sloppy cunt down on in her piss and shit, and whip my fat ass and sloppy wet cunt. Push your sweet cock up my oozing shit hole and come all over my filthy slut face and tits.”
As if to punctuate your need to take the next humiliating step down into personal degradation, a long squirt of liquid shit splatters onto the tile between your feet. “Nasty…nasty…nasty girl,” I say as I slap your butt with my gloved hand. You moan and giggle as I pinch your nipple clamps and lower you to the floor. Your tits and chin rest in a pool of cold piss and lukewarm shit. Adjusting the camera angle I zoom in on your face and make sure that the auto focus can handle the light and distance, “Smile Bunny Slut, I’m setting up your close up!”
You grin and to my surprise, stick out your tongue to lick the floor. I pull back to frame you body: on your knees, hands tied behind your head, legs wide open, ass high, and tits down. I pick up your anal beads and change my mind. Instead of having you count and beg for more, I push the beads into your mouth and begin with three sharp quick strokes: one to the right ass cheek, the next to your pussy and finishing with a slap on the left cheek of your swollen butt. “That’s three, ninety-seven to go,” I say, “Now this is how it’s going down. I’m going to vary the strike pattern and tempo, but every set of three is going to be just a bit harder. If I get too crazy and you can’t handle it, show me your safe sign or call out ‘Red Flag!’ I’m going to put some semi-serious whipass on your butt and cunt. You can chew on your toy or beg for more. You can come, piss, shit, or whatever you want, but when I count one hundred, I’m gonna shove my dick up your shit hole and fuck your Slut Bunny ass!”
Three more quick slaps redden your swollen butt and labia, followed by three more and another three. At forty-eight I pause to adjust the camera for the close up of your face. You spit out your bead string and beg for more while I whip your cunt and butt. At eighty-one your thighs are trembling and I adjust the camera again. I tell you to count with me and picking up the tempo, we quickly reach ninety-nine. You count one hundred but - I’ve suddenly stopped – one hundred doesn’t happen. Realizing that once again you’ve lost the count, you decide to come anyway, “You tricked meee!”
I laugh and casually delivery a light pop to your dripping labia, “I’m feeling beneficent. Let’s just do ten more to that nasty wet slut twat then I’ll fuck your ass.”
Ten more hard fast strokes extend your orgasm and when I straddle your red bottom and shove my cock up your filthy shit-hole, you cum again. I grip the back of your neck and mop the floor with your face and you beg me to suck my dick and cum on your face. I deny you, cumming up your asshole instead. Then you feel it – a long warm stream of piss fills your ass. When I’m done, I pull you up to your knees and lead you over to the toilet. Smeared with your own filth from the floor, you’re seated on your sore swollen bottom and as I slowly open those nasty alligator clips, blood rushes back into the crushed flesh of your nipples. It hurts like hell! You groan in a sweet agony and tears well up in your eyes. “Now open those legs wide and let me see that sloppy red cunt,” I order. You’re whimpering as you comply. It takes just a few seconds to clamp the sleigh bells to the swollen lips of your pussy. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so good! I step back and remove the camera from the tripod, then I issue a simple three-word command, “Shit, shit now!”
You obey…
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May 2, 2008 6:42pm
Slut Bunny,
How was your shopping trip for your Vegas trip? Hope you had fun. While you're playing around, keep an eye out for a classic corset. Something with a nice satin sheen, a dark green, or burgundy... Midnight Blue or very deep violet.
I like the idea of seeing you bound at the waist with your boobs pushed up and out. Stretch panels are okay, but the classic model with eyelets and a drawstring is even more appealing.
A matching garter belt and stockings would be fun as well. If you can't find anything that you can afford, don't worry. We can always go shopping together.
Goat Boy has been busy today. I've put together a Personal Education Contract for your review. Take a look at it and understand that it has no legal standing. It's just part of a long standing BDSM tradition. There are all kinds of variation for Submissive contracts, Dom & Domme contracts, Master and Slave contracts, all without any legal standing but they define terms and conditions and invoke emotions and sensations as the parties sign them in testimony of their intentions and commitment.
I'm also including Part Three of your story. It's mostly punishment fantasy and it's getting a bit wet and messy - if you're hesitant or put off, remember it's just a story. I much prefer the real-time version because we don't know what will happen.
Enjoy your trip and if you get the chance, drop me a line or two about your nasty adventures in Sin City.
Goat Boy
Abbie Cummmms – a real time BDSM Library Journal (Part 4)
Goat Boy takes Slut Bunny out for Walkies
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Abbie’s First Time Fantasy (cont.):
“Now open those legs wide and let me see that sloppy red cunt,” I order. You’re whimpering as you comply. It takes just a few seconds to clamp the sleigh bells to the swollen lips of your pussy. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so good! I step back and remove the camera from the tripod, then I issue a simple three-word command, “Shit, shit now!”
You obey…
Through the view screen on the camera I watch you strain, then as the first squirt splashes onto the rim of the toilet, I zoom in to record the nasty deed. You shift your hips forward and a small flood gushes out and into the bowl. It’s done in less than thirty seconds ending with the plop of a small soft turd and a juicy wet fart. I pull back to reveal your giggling face. Straddling that toilet with your face and hair and swollen purple tits smeared and dripping you’re a sight to behold. You stick out your tongue at the camera, and like the perfect Slut Bunny, you laugh and wiggle your hips. Glancing down between your legs you see your little Almond Roca soft shit floating in faintly yellow water flanked by two globs of white cum. Looking back up at the camera with a wanton smile you beg, “Please sir, Goat Boy’s cum is floating in the bowl, please may I lick it up with my filthy slut tongue!”
I laugh out loud. I am astounded. I’m astonished. I never expected that you’d make this extraordinary leap into the role of the Toilet Whore. I smile and say, “Of course, but first you need to clean up your spray from the rim.”
With the camera in my right hand I help you to your knees and tell you to wait while I find the right angle for the shot. You’re looking up at me with your hands bound behind your head, when I demand, “Slut Bunny, tell us why you’re about to become a Toilet Whore.”
You tilt your head, pout and then with a hungry smile, reply, “Mean Old Goat Boy tricked me again. He got me all wet and sloppy with his big fist and made me beg him to fuck my filthy slut shit hole and come on my face, but he came and pissed up my ass then made me shit in this nasty toilet. Now his cum is floating so I have to lick it all up. It’s not my fault.”
“So why do have that big hungry smile,” I ask. You know what I want to hear and with another giggle you give it to me, “Because I’m a Bunny Slut Toilet Whore all covered with piss and shit slime. I lost my shit beads when I came, so I’m here on my knees with my head in a toilet bowl hoping Goat Boy will spank my big red ass while I lick up his cum.”
“Perfect,” I say and with a quick swat from the crop we begin. “Oooo, please sir may I have another,” you purr. “Get to work, slut,” I reply. As you carefully lick the yellow drops from the rim of the bowl, I randomly slap you bottom and you beg for more. You chase my cum over the piss water in the toilet with the tip of your tongue, then purse your lips and suck it into your mouth. When you’ve swallowed the last white stringy glob, you look up with piss water dripping from your face and smile, open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue. “All gone,” you announce with a happy chirp. I say nothing and point to your Almond Roca with the crop. There’s a glob of cum the size of a small button sticking to your shit. I press the deer hide slapper against the back of your head and without hesitation you put your face back into the bowl. You touch your shit with the tip of your tongue and it rolls in the water. I push the crop against your head and keep pushing until your face is in the water. You love it and take the cue. It’s time to take that next step. When I let you come up for air, you open your mouth and slurp your shit between your lips. It slips away and then you use your teeth to capture the little turd.
You know the taste. You’ve sucked dick and licked fingers and dildos smeared with your shit. You’ve licked assholes and pushed your tongue into them as far as you could, but this is the first time in your life that you’ve actually had your own shit in your mouth. The turd is so gooey soft that it’s sliding over your lower lip so you quickly suck it all the way into your mouth – and there it is. There are a few seconds when the slimy texture and pungent taste drive your mind into the shadow land of revulsion and disgust. That faint prissy prim and proper voice fusses in your ear, trying to push the pressure points of self-loathing. You hate that voice and you can easily make it fade away – just push that nasty shit out of your mouth – no harm, no foul; but your body has a different voice that’s heard in the jingle of the sleigh bells dangling from your wet pussy. The sharp tight pain from those nasty clips has been in the background and now it radiates from your labia. over your red clit, through the purple distended flesh of your tightly bound tits, up through your throat, over your lips and interlaces with the taste and feel of that gooey little turd.
With toilet water dripping from your face and hair you choose another way to silence that nagging voice. You push your tongue against the roof of your mouth, wiggle your hips and burble, “Shhpank gme.”
I laugh, whack your butt, and say, “Don’t talk with your mouth full!”
You twist your neck, push the shit into your teeth, chew and swallow. Looking back up at the camera you stick out your tongue and then beg, “Spank my fat ass! Whip my cunt! Make this shit eating Toilet Whore come!”
I whack your ass twice, and ask, “Good slut but what’s the magic word?”
“Please, please, please spank me,” you plead.
I wag the crop in front of your face, “Not until you clean up your mess.”
Flipping a towel over your face, I set the crop and camera aside and untie you. I throw the rest of the towels on the filthy floor and put a can of cleanser and spray bottle of shower cleaner next to the toilet. Just to keep you on your toes, I leave the clips and bells clamped to your pussy. Remounting the camera, I leave you in the bathroom to do your chores and walk back into the bedroom to watch the news on TV.
You’re cross-wired. You’re horny and want to come again! Sweet hot pain sparks from the clips with each movement, which only makes your pussy wet. Your butt is swollen and sore and your tits and nipples tingle, which makes you pout and moan. You resent the Mean Old Goat who left you on hands and knees to mop the floor with towels, but as you clean up your filthy slut mess, you’re smiling. You’re content to perform your assigned task and with the odor of powdered chlorine cleanser and lemon fresh shower cleaner filling the room accompanied by the jingle of sleigh bells, you slip into a lewd sense of satisfaction with this perverse domestic duty. Giggling you look up at the camera and say, “All we need is a white lace maid’s apron!”
I can hear you, and reply, “Good idea, but I never imagined you’d end up mopping the bathroom floor. How’s it going?”
Turning on the shower you shout, “Just about done! All that’s left is to rinse out these towels.”
I get up and pull the DVD out of the camera, “Make it a quick rinse and wring them out. We’ll toss them into the washer before we take our walk.”
You turn and pout, “My pussy hurts.”
I laugh and say, “Not nearly as much it will when you’re on your back with your legs in the air and I tell you to pull off those clips so I can whip your twat.”
You smile, slip a hand between your legs, and the sleigh bells jingle while you reply, “Can this Slut Bunny come when whip my nasty cunt.”
“Maybe, we’ll see how you do when we go out to pick your switch. Now jump in the shower and get cleaned up.”
I pick up the camera and tripod and turn back into the bedroom. While you wring out the wet towels you wonder about my plans for this walk to the laundry room and picking switches. Before you step into the shower you consider removing your dog collar, then decide you’d need my permission and since you love the feel of this soft leather around your neck. You do peel off your purple corset and still wearing the collar, you shampoo your hair and clean your body. You carefully try to wash your pussy but the clips and bells make that very difficult and make you very horny. You rinse off and pull the curtain aside to realize that there are no dry towels. I toss a tiny bathmat on the floor and you step out. “You are perfect,” I say, “Dripping wet, fresh from the shower. I should have brought the camera.”
Instead I brought a leash and a very short dark blue silk batik bathrobe. It barely covers you bruised pink bottom and your erect swollen nipples are clearly visible beneath the thin silk as I clip the leash to your collar. You are feeling soooo happy that your face lights up! The collar made your clit tingle but I was so focused on preparing your body that it seemed to be just a necessary part of the bondage rig. This leash somehow has another level of meaning for you, and when I gently kiss your forehead (the first kiss I’ve given you) you flutter and nearly melt into your nipples and clit! As I say, “Now there you are – collared and leashed – ready for walkies, the perfect Puppy Slut,” you are blushing. I pick up the camera and we’re off to the laundry room. Six quarters and a splash of detergent starts the wash and we collect another bucket of ice, leave your corset and the towels and head back to our end of the building. We’re in the last ground floor room at the back and in the alley with the dumpsters and the storage room we’re out of the view of the motel’s security cameras. In the big yard of the house behind the motel, a large Desert Willow overhangs the cinder block wall on the property line. I unsnap your leash, ask for your robe and when you stand naked in your sandals, in the cool night air, I reach into my pocket, pull out, and open a small folding knife with a serrated stainless steel blade. There’s a tiny bit of doubt in your eyes until I hand it to you. “Be careful with this thing. It’s small and the blade looks like a midget steak knife, but it’s crazy sharp. It’ll cut to the bone in one stroke. We don’t want to end up in the emergency room because you chopped off the end of your thumb. Now go over there and clip four or five of those willow switches. You’ll need to make the cut about five feet up the branch where it’s about as thick as your finger.”
You walk naked across the pool of funky Mercury vapor light, and pull down a leafy thin branch and make your cut. You’re surprised when the switch is suddenly loose in your hand and the branch swings back up into the canopy. This knife is crazy sharp! Very quickly you collect your willow switches and can’t resist trying one out on your pink butt. I laugh and wave you back to the camera. You scamper back across the alley and I fold up the knife and clip your leash back onto the ring at the front of your collar, “Come on Puppy Slut let’s get you inside and make some music.”
At the door I pick up the bucket of fresh ice and order you down to you knees on the mat. I enter and take all but one of your switches then order you to put the last leafy green branch in your mouth and crawl into the room on hands and knees. In the view screen of the camera, your wet hair and cute face are sweetly accented in bright green leaves. It’s a very charming visual segue into our next play scene.
Once inside, you’re told to sit and without direction you assume the classic Puppy Slut position – on your knees, legs spread wide, hands on the floor, with your pink bottom resting on your heels and head high. I love it and compliment your instincts as I put the camera back on the tripod and reconnect the cable to the TV. You’re delighted with your image and can’t resist the temptation to sneak a thumb back to touch your clit. When I’m satisfied with the set up, I put my hand under your chin and you open your mouth. The switch drops into my fingers and I take a seat on the bed behind you. Reaching into my bag I retrieve a tube of hair gel and some dark blue eye shadow. As I apply the gel to your wet hair you nearly come. I laugh and ask, “Are you playing with yourself?”
With a sly grin you reply, “Maybe, just a little bit with my clit.”
“Do you have permission to play with that wet clit,” I ask. “No,” you pout, “but it’s not my fault. When you told me to sit my clit came down on my thumb.”
“Is your thumb broken or something? Can’t you move it?”
You wiggle your hips and grin, “No, but every time I move my thumb my clit just chases after it and that makes my slut hole even wetter.”
I pinch your left nipple and scold, “Bad Puppy, bad, bad, Puppy Slut! Stop that before you come.”
The raw sensation races from your tender nipple, to your clit and the clips on your swollen labia and blends with your fascination with the image on the television and your emotional delight from my grooming ritual and with a tiny jingle of sleigh bells, you hiss through clenched teeth, “Too late.”
With a light slap to your swollen tit, I admonish you, “That’s going to cost you another hundred over my knee! Now get your paws out of that wet pussy and close your eyes.”
You inhale deeply and comply with a satisfied smile. I tie your hair back and you feel an extraordinary sense of gratification when my fingertips touch your eyelids. “You like this, don’t you,” you hear me ask, “This is the most one of the primal needs of the female of the species. That’s why the cosmetics and beauty businesses never lose a penny, no matter what’s going on with the economy. Our ritual intimacy of interpersonal grooming drives to sexual submission. If a guy wants to get a lady into bed, just shampoo her hair; or if you’re a chimp, you can pick her lice.”
You giggle and blush again, “ I just love it when you talk dirty.”
As we talk my fingertips move very slowly from the bridge of your nose out to your cheeks. A second later, they’re under your eyes gently moving out and rotating up as they take their leave from your cheekbones. You hear me clean them with a tissue and open another container. With my left hand holding your chin, you hear me say, “Give me a nice pouty Betty Boop air kiss.”
You purse your mouth and feel the slick touch of one finger, moving from your lips down to your chin. More touches below the center of your lower eyelids down over your cheeks and then a soft circular rub at the base of each cheekbone. Some final touches with a tissue and I release your face and tell you to open your eyes. On the screen you see yourself made over into a lewd little girl clown who looks like she came from the smoky stage of a 1920’s cabaret. The severity of your slick shining hairstyle and eye shadow is offset by that single dab of deep plum lip gloss on your lips and smeared in a line on your chin. Two red purple lines run down from your eyes and curve over your plump cheeks, and the cheek blush adds the finishing touch. You are a Puppy Slut Picasso harlequin who with a smile or frown can change from a sexy little girl playing with her mother’s make up to a hungry jaded whore in a dark alley in Berlin.
“Oh my god, I love this,” you squeal. I finish off my beer and reach over your shoulder to place the empty bottle in your hands, “Good, I’ll bet it makes your pussy drip. Now correct me if I’m wrong but last month you wrote me an email telling me that the beastiality in my short story turns you on and you want to explore all possibilities.”
You blush and with a nervous giggle admit to that perverse curiosity. I’m trimmed the leaves and tiny branches from the first of your willow switches, “You know, I love to watch a Slut Puppy tell me about her deep dark fantasies while she plays with herself; so while I’m preparing these switches, you are going on record. I want to see you squatting with that bottle up your ass and spanking your clit while you look into that camera and tell me – in very nasty detail – how you imagine you’ll enjoy your first doggy dick.”
You grin and then pout, “Can this Slut Puppy please come while she fucks her nasty shit hole?”
I laugh. How could I refuse such a lewd request from such a sweet Puppy? “Of course,” I reply, “ You can come as much as you like, but I expect very dirty story and every time you come, you get another twenty swats over my knee.”
In no time, you manage to slip the neck of my beer bottle between your pink butt cheeks and with a giggle and a grin you squat with your legs wide open, lean back into the bed and begin to slap your clit. The bells jingle and with eyes closed, you groan and moan. I cut off the thin end of the branch and casually pop your tit with the whippy thin green switch, “Where’s my story?”
You rotate your bottom onto the bottle and begin:
“After I sent you the first email, I was reading CL Woman and playing with myself. After I got off, I fell asleep and started to dream. We were on our way to meet some people who were into K-9 sex. I’m such a slut; I can’t wait to get there. Just like the Slut Puppy in your story, I’m wearing my collar and my pussy’s all wet and I can barely keep my hands out of my pants while we drive up into the mountains to meet with the couple who own the dogs. When we finally get there it’s a cute little A-frame cabin about a hundred feet from the end of the street. We park and walk up these stairs made out of old railroad ties. There are some big trees in front and another out building in the back. The sun is setting but we’ve been invited to dinner and stay the night. A very cute blond girl about my age answers the door. She’s wearing shorts, and a tank top and a pink rhinestone dog collar. Her name is Kelly and she’s been invited to make me more comfortable. Inside I meet the couple for the first time. He’s a burly Greek guy with a big belly and she’s a silly redhead with freckles everywhere, big tits, and a bigger butt. They’re in their forties, he runs a string of body shops and she’s a school teacher.
“We sit down and chat over a dinner of roast lamb with red wine and big Greek salads. It’s amazing! We’re sitting around with complete strangers talking about all kinds of nasty sex! Then there’s Baklava for dessert with after dinner drinks and when I’ve got a good buzz, we go into watch DVD’s that they’ve recorded with Kelly. You and the big Greek are watching the three of us on the couch watching Kelly getting fucked on big HDTV. In no time at all the School Teacher’s got her hands down my pants and Kelly’s sucking my nipples. I’m going crazy, when I hear the Greek tell you that you’re in for quite a show – Kelly and his wife are like a well-oiled machine.
“With three pudgy fingers up my wet pussy and two more in my ass crack, I can’t argue. All I can do is watch a big goofy Labrador hammer fuck Kelly’s cute butt hole and cummm!”
With nearly a third of the bottle up your ass that’s exactly what you do. You put one more hard smack on your clit and groan… after you catch your breath, I hand you a short glass of wine and a big glass of ice water. You toss back the wine and chase it with the ice water. With all the distraction you didn’t realize how thirsty you were. I refill the big glass and say, “Drink it all down.”
You give me a sideways look and reply, “But if I fill up on water, I’ll have to pee.”
“That’s the idea Puppy, now drink up and go on with your story like a good slut.”
You want to be a good slut, so you dance your finger over your clit and comply:
“It’s way after dark when you put one of our DVD’s into the player. I’m naked from the waist down and Kelly’s completely naked on her knees with her face between my legs. The School Teacher has those big tits in my face, when your edited trailer comes up on the screen. It’s a sample of our nastiest stuff – my red bottom with two bottles up my slut holes, an enema going in and coming out, me on hands and knees going crazy with your fist in my cunt, you with that evil red paddle spanking my butt, me sucking your cock and licking your ass, and lots and lots of piss and cum shots. The Greek applauds and the School Teacher tells Kelly to have a look at our stuff.
“They’re playing with my tits and pussy and we watch you pull me over your knee, lift my little schoolgirl skirt, and spank my bottom while I do the bead thing. Everyone laughs when I screw up and you start over. I end up on my back with my legs in the air squirting piss and enema while you whip my red pussy with your belt!
“When it ends, Kelly’s got her whole hand in my wet pussy and the School Teacher’s sucking the Greek’s dick. He comes all over her face and she makes me lick it off while she says, ‘Jay told us your were a nasty girl, but I never imagined you’d be such a filthy little toilet whore. I can’t wait to get that pretty tongue in my asshole.’
“You just sip your drink and watch the Greek stick his cock in my mouth. The School Teacher stands up and pulls off her cowboy shirt. Her big tits are out of her black bra and she giggles and peels off her jeans. Underneath she’s wearing a matching black girdle and stockings. She wiggles her fat butt and says, ‘This is going to be soooo much fun, but you have to use that wicked paddle on me while you Puppy Slut licks my clit!”
“You laugh and say, ‘My pleasure, but after you come I’m going fuck… your… assssss!’
The bells jingle and fly between your legs and your hand’s a blur while you slap your clit. Even more of the bottle is up your shit hole and you come again. When you recover, I hand you another glass of water and like a good Slut Puppy you drink it all down. I refill the glass and say, “That makes twenty more, so how many extra smacks are you going to get?”
You answer too quickly, “Forty!”
I wag my finger under your nose and scold, “No, no, no, the first time you came you earned an extra hundred which makes a hundred and forty. Now what happens when Slut Puppies lose count?”
You pinch your clit, bite your lower lip and rock on the bottle, “They get double…”
I can see your thighs shaking, “Did you just try to sneak another orgasm?”
The bells jingle and you flutter your eyes and pout, “Just a little tiny one.”
I laugh and say, “That makes three hundred. Now finish your story.”
The number three hundred makes you smile at the camera. You turn to the TV and give yourself a little wink:
“You clip my leash to my collar and then you and the Greek lead me and Kelly on hands and knees outside to that little building in back of the house. Inside the School Teacher is waiting with her big tits pushed out of her bra and her cute fat bottom sticking out between her black girdle and stockings. She’s added black leather riding boots, latex gloves, and a black rubber apron. The place looks like a vet’s clinic. Two dogs – a big mixed breed and that goofy Labrador are in a big wire cage in the back. There’s a big stainless steel table and a drain in the tile floor. There’re enema bags and hoses hanging down around the table and the whole place is lit up with those ugly fluorescent fixtures. Two video cameras are on the table
“There are my nasty Puppy Sluts,’ she says, ‘Let’s get you up on the table.’
“You and the Greek hand us off and pick up the cameras, and the School Teacher ties off our leashes to the table so that we’re tits down ass up on elbows and knees facing in opposite directions. I’m so nervous and excited I jump when she dabs a glob of cold lube into my butt crack. Everybody laughs and she makes me reach back and open my spread my ass cheeks so she can pump my nasty hole. I don’t care because it feels sooo good! The School Teacher teases me and makes me beg for more, but with only two fingers in she slaps my butt and puts in the enema hose. She does the same with Kelly and by the time she gets back to me, I’m totally lost in the warm soapy water filling up my ass. I didn’t hear her ask me what I really wanted in my nasty hole. She slaps my ass hard and pinches my pussy lips, ‘Wake up bitch! What do you really want up that filthy Puppy Slut shit hole?’
“I’m totally in love with this crazy lady. I’m loving the bright pink handprint on my butt. I’m loving her voice. I’m loving the enema, and the collar and the leash and the table and the wicked pinch on my pussy because I’m a her nasty Puppy Slut and I’m right on the edge of cummming all over her hand! The truth is easy – I want a dick. I want that big pink knot hammer fucking my pussy!
“She slaps my ass and spanks my wet slut cunt and says, ‘Good but not good enough! Slut Puppies beg for their dick, now get nasty bitch!’
“Please, I want that dripping wet red dick! Please fuck my bitch shit hole! Split me open with that big slimy pink knot! I want to come when that hot creamy cum sprays up my shit hole!!!’
I’m totally crazy about this Slut Puppy with half my beer bottle up her ass begging for dog dick. In a few short hours you’ve far and away exceeded my expectations for your potential as a depraved slut! Your fingers have crept into your pussy and when you come and smack your swollen clit, a fine mist of cum sprays from the impact. It’s very, very hot! “My, my, my,” I wonder, “I can’t wait to hear what happens next. Come on up here. Let’s take a little break and give you a chance to catch your breath.”
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May 2, 2008 6:42pm
Slut Bunny,
How was your shopping trip for your Vegas trip? Hope you had fun. While you're playing around, keep an eye out for a classic corset. Something with a nice satin sheen, a dark green, or burgundy... Midnight Blue or very deep violet.
I like the idea of seeing you bound at the waist with your boobs pushed up and out. Stretch panels are okay, but the classic model with eyelets and a drawstring is even more appealing.
A matching garter belt and stockings would be fun as well. If you can't find anything that you can afford, don't worry. We can always go shopping together.
Goat Boy has been busy today. I've put together a Personal Education Contract for your review. Take a look at it and understand that it has no legal standing. It's just part of a long standing BDSM tradition. There are all kinds of variation for Submissive contracts, Dom & Domme contracts, Master and Slave contracts, all without any legal standing but they define terms and conditions and invoke emotions and sensations as the parties sign them in testimony of their intentions and commitment.
I'm also including Part Three of your story. It's mostly punishment fantasy and it's getting a bit wet and messy - if you're hesitant or put off, remember it's just a story. I much prefer the real-time version because we don't know what will happen.
Enjoy your trip and if you get the chance, drop me a line or two about your nasty adventures in Sin City.
Goat Boy
Abbie Cummmms – a real time BDSM Library Journal (Part 5)
Goat Boy has Mercy
May 11, 2008
How Was Vegas??
Hey Slut Bunny,
How was your trip? I Goggled Riverside and for some places where we can have dinner on the 15th. Check them out and send me a reply. I've got a couple more installments will send them later.
J####
May 13, 2008
Second Attempt
Slut Bunny,
Too busy for email reply or getting cold feet????
Unless I hear from you, I'll call and probably end up leaving a message tomorrow night around 10:00pm.
J#####
May 15, 2008 7:48 am
Now You’re in Trouble
Slut Bunny,
Check out BDSM Library... the first two parts of Abbie Cummms are up. How do you want that story to end??
At least you'll have to respond to answer that question.
J
May 15,2008 1:21 pm
RE: Now You’re in Trouble
J,
How are You? First of all let me tell You that i had gotten a really bad virus on my computer and i just got it back today, i have just read Your e-mails and im very sorry that You are pissed, i really cant blame You, it looks like i’m jerking You around and im not trying to. If You would still like to go out to lunch today out here in victorville then please give me a call, You said You were going to call but i dont know if that was going to be tonight or not... i havent gotten a voice mail yet so im hoping its tonight. Anyway i am truely sorry! And if You still want to talk then i would love to tell You about vegas :)
~Slut Bunny
May 15,2008 3:51 pm
RE: Now You’re in Trouble
Slut Bunny,
Good to hear from you - I'm glad to see your interest hasn't faded. Unfortunately, I have to go to work in Irvine tomorrow, so if we're going to get together, it looks like we'll have to wait until the weekend. I called when I got this email and I'm at the loft.
Call me anytime tonight. The number is XXX XXX-2938.
Looking forward to hearing about all the naughty things you did in Vegas and smacking your butt,
J
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Abbie’s First Time Fantasy (cont.):
I’m totally crazy about this Slut Puppy with half my beer bottle up her ass begging for dog dick! In a few short hours you’ve far and away exceeded my expectations for your potential as a depraved slut! Your fingers have crept into your pussy and when you come and smack your swollen clit, a fine mist of cum sprays from the impact. It’s very, very hot! “My, my, my,” I wonder, “I can’t wait to hear what happens next. Come on up here. Let’s take a little break and give you a chance to catch your breath.”
You slap your clit one more time and with a lazy laugh lean forward to push yourself up from the floor. The beer bottle begins to slip out of your asshole and I reach down to catch it. You crawl up over my legs with your pink bottom over my lap. I pull some ice from the bucket, gently touch your hot wet pussy, and then slide the melting cubes over your big butt. You are a happy camper and the expression on your face is a delight. With your eyes closed and your neck arched high, you chew on your lower lip. With a long slow twist I pull the bottle out of your ass and slip what’s left of the ice into your gaping hole. “Hmmmm,” you moan. “That’s wonderful. More please!”
“Greedy slut,” I chuckle, but with a light slap to your ass I insert another handful of ice up your wriggling butt. “More, more, more please,” you beg. I tell you to reach back and spread your cheeks and use the bottle to open your shit hole, then I carefully tilt the square plastic bucket and pour the melt water into your ass. You strain, and squeal and giggle…and when I slip the beer bottle back into your shit hole, you release your grip and smack your butt cheeks. I reach under your tits and lift you from my lap, “Silly Slut Bunny, come here. I want to torture your nipples.”
When you’re up sitting on your thighs over my legs with your bottom in my hand, I tell you to go into my bag and find another set of clip and bells and you come up with a set of flat clamps and small Thai temple bells attached by a stainless steel chain with a half inch chrome steel ring in the center. “Are you sure you want to try those on for size,” I ask. Holding them up to your nipples you wiggle your shoulders and say, “Why not? They look like fun.”
I give the bottle a little twist and answer, “Well you see those little holes in the middle of the clamps. Those are there so we can stick needles through your nipples and pin them in place.”
You look at the clamps, look down at you nipples, and ask, “Why is there a ring in the middle of the chain?”
“To make sure that the force is evenly distributed when I pull the chain,” is my reply, “We don’t want to accidentally rip open your nipple. There’s a sweet little stretchy cord in the bag so we can attach the clamps on your tits to those clips on your cunt.”
You lean over to look into the bag and I give the bottle another little pump and twist. You groan and, giggle, and wiggle your butt to get more of the bottle up your asshole. “It’s the spool of yellow cord,” I coach… you find it, pull it out and give it a little stretch. “What do the needles look like?”
I unsnap a pocket on the bag and pull out a tiny plastic prescription bottle containing a dozen thick commercial sewing machine needles, “These are used to stitch leather – very strong and very sharp. The little plastic beads cover the points so you don’t scratch yourself.”
“You’ve done this before?”
I smile, “A few times – I had a bisexual subbie neighbor a few years back. On Sunday afternoons her closeted lover visited her Catholic parents. She’d get drunk and horny on Bloody Marys over brunch, and drop by for some quick revenge NSA sex. Then she’d go confess to her lover for some hot payback. She loved these little guys.”
You smile and holding your right breast, close the flat clamp over your nipple. Under my direction you cut a ten-foot length of yellow stretch cord, bind your tits, and loop the cord through the steel ring down through the bells and clip on your pussy up through your ass cheeks and with a bit my help, tie it off around your waist. I adjust the knots so there’s a nice stretch and tension and the clamp on your left nipple slips off. There’s a quick rush of tingling pain and as you return the clamp to your nipple I retrieve a small bottle of spray-on wound antiseptic from the pocket on the bag and open the bottle of needles and beads. I cap one needle with a cylindrical black bead hold it up and spray it with the antiseptic. I hand it to you and then spray the clamp and nipple on your right tit. It’s freezing and you gasp and giggle. “Well girl,” I say, “Now you get to choose – do you want to do it or do you want me to do it?”
You nervously reply, “I’m afraid I’ll screw it up. You do it.”
I take the needle from your fingers, line it up over the small hole in top of the clamp, and with a quick jab, it pierces your nipple with virtually no pain. You’re surprised and after I push another bead over the needlepoint, I give your nipple another quick spritz. Handing another capped needle, I give it a spray and then spray your left nipple. “Go on girl. It’s your turn.”
You touch the point to the pink flesh in the hole in the clamp and hesitate. “Just give it a quick push straight down through the clamp. The hole in the lower jaw is bigger than the one you’re looking at. You can’t miss.”
You make your move and with no pain, the needle slips through your nipple. I seat the bead on the point and give the stretch cord a little tug. You whimper and beg, but I keep pulling until I got you up on your feet. “Put on your robe and keep that bottle up your sweet little pooper. We’re going for walkies and then we’ll put the towels in the dryer.”
When you’re back in your short silk robe and sandals I pick up the taped bundle of very thin whippy willow switches, take your leash and with the muffled music of bells beneath thin silk, I lead you back out to the alley. Five minutes later painfully squatting next to the dumpster, with one hand behind you to keep that beer bottle in your shit hole, you wait for permission to pee. The stretch cord pulls on your claps and clips and the switches lightly tap the wet tender pink flesh of your swollen pussy and clit. A cool breeze makes the silk flutter around your legs. I’ve been slowly increasing the tempo and my casual swing with the switches, “You like this, don’t you? Is it better than rough sex in the back seat at the beach?”
You’re so insanely wet you can barely hear me, “Ooooh yesss, please sir may this Puppy Slut come?”
I laugh, “You can come any time you want, but you can’t piss until I give you permission – by the way how many extra smacks are you going to get?”
Losing count is the last thing on your mind… Oh shit!… you have no idea, so in a desperate effort to cover you gasp, “Double!”
The switches bounce on your clit and whip over your wide-open swollen labia. I laugh again and say, “That sounds a bit harsh, even from me, but if you insist that makes six hundred. I guess we’ll have to save some for tomorrow morning. Now tell me about cute little Kelly and the School Teacher and that big pink dripping dog dick.”
Oh my god!… you’re coming and you’ve completely forgotten where you are in your story. Worse, a short squirt of piss splashes onto the dusty asphalt between your legs. “Damn, girl, what are you doing? Did I give you permission?”
You’re brain and body are rattling through a turmoil of sensations and emotions. You’re very nervous, almost scared, about squatting this alley… your pussy’s dripping… you’ve got a beer bottle up your asshole, which is filled with cold water… your nipples are clamped and pierced and all those bells are making you crazy… How can you remember that damned story? Then it comes back and you look up with your cute Puppy Slut clown face, pull the top of your robe open to reveal your swollen purple tits and sniffle, “I’m sorry, it just came out. Please forgive me.”
I shake my head and chuckle, “Oh Baby Girl, you are priceless. Oh shit, I forgot the camera,” I hand you the folding knife, “Stay right here, I’ll be back in a minute.”
This is an altogether other level of obedience. I’ve left you alone in the middle of the night, nearly naked in a dirty alley with a knife. In your mind you know that’s it’s very unlikely that anyone will come along and if anyone drives by they probably won’t be able to see you squatting next to a filthy dumpster – but you can’t help but worry that this may be some kind of test… but I told you that I didn’t play games – that anything we did required mutual consent. You hear footsteps coming down the side of the building and you’re sooo relieved when I turn the corner with the camera. “Sorry Baby, my bad. Now look up here and tell me your nasty story.”
You are so relieved that I came back so quickly and so happy that you’ve pleased me. Slut Bunny/Puppy Slut has become a Baby Girl and you love being all of them. You smile and continue your Puppy Slut fantasy:
“I’m on the table begging for hot doggie cum up my ass and cute Kelly is begging to lick that cum out of my ass. The School Teacher laughs and unties our leashes. She tells Kelly to roll over on her back and pull her knees back over her shoulders so her legs are wide open and her cute little ass is up in the air. She makes me squat on Kelly’s face so we’re in this extremely sixty-nine position – then she pulls the enema nozzles out of our shit holes and makes us lick pussy and ass.
“She’s walking around the table smacking our butts with the hoses and teasing us. ‘Come on girls. You know you’re going to do it. You can’t hold that shit all night, so you might as well let go…’
“It’s so embarrassing I’m blushing bright red. Kelly’s giggling and teasing my asshole with the tip of her tongue. I lick her pussy and cute pink shit hole when a little squirt of soapy water bubbles out. The Teacher whips my bottom and I can feel the enema dribbling down the inside of my legs. Kelly’s licking it up and keeps teasing me with her tongue. The Teacher pinches and twists my nipple, ‘…Come on Slut Puppy do your doodies! Kelly’s waiting and I’m gonna whip your big butt until you let go!’
“I want to – I really do, but I can’t quite let go. Every time the Teacher bounces that hose off my butt, every time Kelly’s tongue touches my asshole, every time…”
Your eyes are closed and the bundle of thin switches sweetly slaps your clit while the bells tinkle and the needles through your nipples strain against the tension on the clamps. The mix of pain and strain runs from your clit through your swollen tits to the tender ring of your butt hole. Squatting over that bottle you lose control and shudder to orgasm…
“… every time I hear you laugh, I get closer. Then it happens – a little squirt followed by another - and then a flood of shit water. Cute Kelly slaps my butt and spreads my ass cheeks open. I can feel it coming and I push my face between her thighs to hide. Kelly’s asshole is wet and she starts to spray her enema over my face. With most of my water gone Kelly licks my hole and says, ‘Give it to me.’
“I push my tongue into her hole and shit. It’s soft and ropey and I’m surprised to feel her tongue and open mouth pressing between my butt cheeks. I can’t stop and so I open my mouth and cover her hole. Kelly twists her ass into my face and pushes her shit into my mouth. I’m lost in shit…”
In the view screen of the camera I see you open your eyes and watch them roll back. With a quick swish the switches smack your clit and you squirt a short stream of warm piss, and a faint steamy vapor rises from the wet asphalt into the cool night air. I reach over your back and swat your butt with the switch bundle as I scold you, “Bad slut, bad puppy, you pissed without permission!”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” you moan. I slap your bottom again and order you to stand up. “Get your big butt back to the room,” is my order. We stop at the laundry room to pick up the towels and your corset. I grab another bucket of ice and plop it onto the towels in your arms. Back inside I order you naked - back into the bathroom on your back in the tub - and cuff your wrists to your ankles. The stretchy yellow cord pulls the clamps and that strain and pain circuit kicks in – nipple, tits, clit, and asshole. I leave you alone for a long moment and return with the ice bucket, switch bundle, and camera. With a long slow twist push and pull I slowly remove the beer bottle from your ass. Then we being another game of one hundred, I push a piece of ice into your ass and spank your pussy with the switches, you count and thank me. At thirty you beg for permission to pee, but I push another ice cube up your asshole and deny you, “Not until we finish. Now spread your legs and count.”
At sixty I see we’re running low on ice so I double up with the switches, “Sixty-one, sixty-two, thank you.”
“Very good, Slut Puppy,” I say, “It’s good you finally learned to keep count.”
“Thank you, will you please punish this slut hole and grant it permission to pee,” you groan. I push another ice cube into your ass, delivery two more quick swats to your swollen clit, and then reach down to tug on that yellow cord. In the view screen I watch you struggle and tremble until you find your voice, “Sixty-three, sixty-four, thank you!”
The last cube slips into your butt hole and I delivery the last six strokes. “Ninety-five, six, seven, eight, ninety-nine…one…hundred,” you squeal! You come and piss, and a fountain of ice and cold water sprays out of your ass. I twist and shift angles and manage to record the entire eruption with the camera. Bending your knees and grabbing the cheeks of your butt, you piss over your tits and face and open your mouth. A long squirt of murky yellowish water splashes over your body, followed by another squirt interrupted by three small turds. Then as your pee dribbles down over you stomach, semi liquid shit spurts over your swollen cunt. It mixes with your piss and then a soft coil of shit emerges. I use two fingers to scoop it out of your ass and push it over your pussy onto your belly and tits. Two, three then four of my fingers push into your sloppy shit hole and you rock your ass into my hand. “You are amazing,” I chuckle. “Fuck me please,” you moan, “Please fuck my filthy shit!”
I stand up, set the camera down, and unzip my jeans. Straddling the rim of the tub I pick up the camera, lube my cock with your shit and shove it up your butt. The hand held image bounces in the view screen while I pump your asshole. I hook the yellow cord with two fingers and play with the tension on the clamps. You arch your back and as more shit oozes from your filthy hole you lick your lips and beg for more, “Fuck meeee…Oh Gawd I love it. Give it to me deep and nasty. Please fuck my shit!”
I give you a few dozen quick deep strokes and then pull my cock out of your ass. Your fingers are wet with shit slime and you struggle to maintain your grip on your butt cheeks. Framed by your feet and hands and my dick the gaping hole is a depraved pornographic wonderment. I tease you with the tip of my dick, “Okay it’s story time. Cute Kelly and Slut Puppy just lost their shit. So tell me what happens next and I may let you fuck my cock with your nasty hole.”
You pout and chew on your lower lip. It’s so nasty cute that I push the head of my dick back into your ass. “Come on Slut Puppy, what crazy shit happens next?”
“Kelly’s enema fills my mouth and then her shit starts pushing out over my tongue. I want to pull away but she’s got her mouth over my asshole and she’s fucking my shit with her tongue. The crazy Greek is talking to Kelly while he’s shooting video of her shit smeared face. I look up and see you with your camera and without thinking I turn my head and open my mouth so you can see her shit and ass slime drip over my chin. The Teacher grabs my wet hair and asks, ‘Do you lick his ass? Do you eat shit?’
“Kelly wiggles her hips and starts pissing on my face and neck and I giggle. ‘Oh yessss,’ I answer, ‘this Slut Puppy is a shit eating, ass licking piss whore who will do anything to cum!”
“She laughs and slaps my bottom with her rubber hose, ‘Such a sweet nasty slut, are you ready to suck the big red knot?’
“My clit is totally hard, ‘Yes please, Slut Puppy would love to suck dog dick.’
“She helps me down from the table and I can see Kelly’s grinning face all smeared and dripping my shit and piss. It’s the first time I ever did this to anyone and it just makes me drip. ‘Look at this, another shit slimed slut,’ the Teacher says, ‘Kelly’s so sweet when she’s got her tongue up your ass. Don’t you think you owe her a big wet kiss?’
“I’m all over it and with a long slow lick over Kelly’s neck and chin we share a deep pissy shit kiss. All of you laugh and the Teacher pops my butt with her hose, ‘Come on Slut Puppy, down on your knees. I want to see how well you lick clit.’
“She pulls up her rubber apron and straddles me. Her cunt is already wet and she rocks her hips all over my face. ‘Oooo that’s nice, get that shit licker into my butt so Jay can fuck my ass.’
“You pick up the red plastic paddle and deliver a lazy swat that bounces off her big bottom. Between her big thighs I hear you say, ‘Lady you’ve been having way too much fun abusing these sluts. Time to pay the Piper.’
She bends over and wiggles her hips, ‘Oh don’t spank me too hard or I’ll piss all over Slut Puppy’s face.”
“You smile and reply, ‘Okay, we’ll do a hundred starting soft and working up. You count and hold your pee, and just to make it interesting we’ll see how many fingers little Abbie can work into your sloppy cunt before you come.’
“The Teacher grabs my wet hair and pushes my face into her pussy, ‘That’s not fair. I almost always piss when I come and I always come whenever a pretty slut shoves her fist up my pussy!’
“I slip two fingers into her wet hole, lift my face and smile, “Then we’ll just have to start over until you get it right!’
“She laughs and you pop her butt. ‘Oh my,’ she squeals, ‘Is that number one?’
You laugh and say, ‘… and counting.’
“At twenty she’s squealing with half my hand in her pussy. A little squirt of girly cum slops over my face and you pause to check it out. ‘Was that pee,’ you ask. As she shudders I lick my lips and giggle, “No, just cum!’
“By thirty-five she’s managed to get my whole hand up her cunt. With a slow twist I close my fingers and she’s leaning over my back pinching and twisting my nipples. She doesn’t make it to fifty. The Greek stands in front of her and when she pisses over my face, he pees into her open mouth. It’s sooo nasty!’
“…sooo nasty,” you moan. Twisting your hips you manage to get more than half my dick into your ass before you start to come. “Please, please fuck my shit hole,” you beg, “Please make me come!”
I pull my cock out of your butt and slap your shit smeared labia. Tugging on the yellow cord you’re pushed back into the pain and strain – clit, tits and gaping asshole. You want more. You want to come. You beg and whine but I deny you, “You’ll get fucked and you may get to suck shit and cum, but first you have to finish the story.”
You pout and whimper, “You’re a meany!”
That gets you a laugh and six quick slaps to your swollen pussy. “Come on Slut Puppy, no whining! Get back to the story!”
“The Teacher’s cunt is all over my fist and your paddle is all over her fat ass. Another one hundred swats with no let up. She completely gives up the count and before you finish she’s dropped to one knee and is holding onto my waist to keep her balance. She’s all ‘OMG’ and begging for more, harder, and totally getting off on my fist, when you do the last ten swats at full force forehand and backhand and she howls like a bitch in heat. You’ve got your dick out and up her big butt and when I twist around you push her down to the floor to straddle her hips. She’s on hands and knees with her face between my legs and I can feel your cock moving in and out of her shit hole. With one hand in the small of her back you reach down to grab my thigh and lift my knee back over your leg. There’s still shit smeared all over my ass and her face is inches away from my pussy. ‘Look at this, a shit slimed slut,’ you say, ‘Don’t you owe her a big wet kiss?’
“The Teacher just moans until the crazy Greek puts his boot on the back of her neck and pushes her face into my pussy. ‘Come on Lady you know you want to do it,’ he says. She licks and sucks my clit and cunt and then grabs my ass and pushes her tongue up my filthy shit hole. I twist and pump my fist and you pound her ass. You give her bouncy butt a dozen sharp slaps and when she comes again you pull your dick out and push it between my open lips. You come in my mouth and fuck my face. I’m gagging with your cock in my throat when you suddenly pull out and ask, ‘Do you want it?’
“I don’t hesitate for a second, ‘Oh please, I’m a shit eating, ass licking, piss whore Slut Puppy. Please give it to me.’
“You smile and piss on my face …”
I’m leaning over you with my dick buried in your ass tugging the yellow stretch cord. Your wet face and hair are framed in close up on the view screen, pulling back I see shit slime smeared over you swollen tits. You are coming again when you hear my voice, “Do you want it?”
“Please, please give it to me.”
“What do you want,” I ask. You’re still trembling and pushing your hips into my cock, “I want your cum.”
“Why do you want it,” is the second question. You open your eyes and reply, “I’m a shit licking piss whore Slut Puppy, and I want your nasty dick in my mouth! I want to suck shit and cum!”
I pull out of your ass, hook two fingers through the ring on your collar, and pull you up so you’re on your knees with your face just inches from my leg. I reach down and scoop shit slime from your belly and tits and smear it over my dick. It oozes through my fingers as I stroke my cock, “And just how does that meet your need?”
You lick your lips and lean forward to flick your tongue over the tip of my index finger. “I need to know how far I can go with this. I need to know if I can do this.”
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May 21, 2008
Bumping into another wall - grumble, grumble, grump!!
Slut Bunny,
It's been a week since I sent you my reply. I'm patient but beginning to have a problem understanding what is going on. The cell phone number is still dead and I still haven't heard from you or received any reply from either of my last emails... hmmm.
I've completed and attached Part 5 of Abbie Cummms and I'll be posting the episodes on the Library after I send this off. Until I get some kind of response and we arrange to meet, there's not much more we can do with the story. How will it end?
James
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