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Geschreven door: SandyC Categorie: Dagboek Label(s): Anaal, BDSM, Bondage, Dierlijk, Dom / sub, Geweld, Hardcore, Humiliation, Masturbation, Mind Control, Monster, Oral Sex, Pijpen, Rape, Role-playing, Slavery, Teen Chapters: 10 < Vorige 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Volgende > Chapter 7The naked slut in the cellar is still desperately rubbing her pussy when Pari puts the wet cloth on my back with trembling hands and covers it with a delicate mohair blanket so that I don't freeze. How touching of her. Her face is still wet with tears. "If you try to fake it, you're out," I say into the mic because I can see her starting to moan artificially loud down there. She's getting desperate. "Fifteen minutes," I say and lean back. She closes her eyes and really gets into it. Whatever she's imagining, it's not working. In her circles, she's considered a merciless bully and a snobby bitch. Let's see how much she likes being at the bottom herself. "You're pathetic, bitch. Is he fucking you for money? You've got five minutes left." "Please, I can do this, please," comes from the speaker on my laptop. I smile and keep quiet. "Your boyfriend was happy to do it because he knew you couldn't do it. You can't come without a vibrator." It's a bluff, but I can't be completely wrong. Why use fingers when the pretty toys are so talented? She flinches, and her face takes on an angry, desperate expression. So beautiful. "3 minutes, cunt. Didn't take long for you to lose the bet. Quick money for me. Too bad about your stupid friend. He's already on to his next task." "Please..." she whines. That's exactly what I was expecting. "Please what? More time? You're never going to come." Now she just rubs her clit listlessly. "You've got three minutes to drink it up, then maybe I won't send him your defeat. I want to give you another chance. But the tasks are getting harder, so you'd better give up now." I can see the horror on her face. She couldn't even imagine this part of the task, but she could at least have pretended to drink without swallowing. Now it's getting difficult. She slides backward and bends over the bowl. The smell should be stronger now, and I see her swallow before she approaches her soup. Is she perhaps feeling sick? Too bad. I could remind her of the time that so inevitably passes, but I relish the humiliation she has earned. She has never had to work a day in her life; she owes nothing she has to herself. She will break so beautifully when she is no longer as angry as she is at this moment. Only anger drives her to stick out her tongue and lick her piss. I let her. The movement is slow and disgusted. Beautiful. "Smile, bitch, smile. The camera wants to see it," I say into the microphone, making myself another sandwich. I'm hungry, and the day is getting long. I bite into it with relish. The cheese is excellent. Pari has shopped well. "So you'll still be licking it tomorrow, you stupid piece of shit," I say into the microphone. "Lift the bowl and take three big gulps. I want to see you pause and smile after every sip. Or get up and leave. You're wasting my time." Do I see tears in her mascara-smeared eyes? Oh, how lovely—the day for sloppy tears. I know Pari is somewhere behind me, watching. That's her job, and it's her pleasure. Is she wet? Does she hate it? I don't care. "One minute," I say and wait. Either she drinks or she throws up. I don't have to clean it up. That's what slaves are for. She drinks. She takes a big gulp, puts the bowl down, and covers her mouth with her hand so she doesn't throw up. Good. The beginning is done. It takes a while before she feels able to take her hand away from her mouth and grin bizarrely into the air. I remain silent. She repeats the process 2 more times. She cries. Fantastic! "Now you drink the rest, or you pick up the bowl and pour it over your head and body. Take your pick, but do it in a minute or leave. We're way behind your friend's schedule." She tries it, how sweet. She lifts the bowl to her mouth, and I can almost see the contents of her stomach coming up her throat. Then I see the angry gleam in her eyes again. Without further ado, she lifts the bowl over her head and tips it out over her well-styled curls. The camera loves her. She quickly crawls away from the pool spreading on the floor beneath her and crouches in the opposite corner of the cage. "You stink," I say unnecessarily into the microphone. Then I turn my attention back to my roll. The little cunt needs time. There's still a long time until 8:00 PM after which she can stop playing until midnight. 4 hours to think. Otherwise, the last day begins. "Give her an hour to stink and then wash her off. Then show her the video of her boyfriend. I need some sleep. Wake me up in 3 hours," I order Pari and stretch extensively, my back reminding me of the whipping. The video shows the one thing her boyfriend wouldn't do, and that made a person absolutely disgusting to him. Piss. He says in the video, in disgust, that he would never let himself be peed on or drink his own or someone else's pee. That would be the only reason for him to refuse the challenge, and he gave this as the only veto at the very beginning. She has stated otherwise. With this video, she will learn that she just did what he detests the most. Love is over. Now there's only the bet left. Of course, her boyfriend had a different task to start with. My work colleague and I thought it was funny to start their adventure with each other's veto. Did I lie to the stupid bitch? Oh, I'm such a bad bad girl:) Hoofdstukken: < Vorige 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Volgende > Misschien vind je een van de onderstaande verhalen leuk: RIDE ALONG(1 uur 9 minuten)Fictie - Anaal, Ass to mouth, Male / Older Female, Oral Sex, Overspel, Slikken, Werkplek Successful business woman is attracted to the young salesman who works for her. She decides to take a risk and one thing leads to another... THE CRUISE (1)(21 minuten)Fictie - Anaal, Female / Female, Female Domination, First Time, Foot or shoe fetish, Geschreven door vrouwen, Hardcore, Lesbian, Mature, Oral Sex, Prostitution, Reguliere sex, Speeltjes, Vrouw / Meid, Werkplek Enjoy the first part of Emily’s adventures in an ongoing story Spying on Hubby(14 minuten)Fantasie - BDSM, Bondage, Exhibitionisme, Humiliation, Spanking A newlywed bride doesn’t know where her husband works, and wishes that she knew. Perhaps she never heard the phrase, “Be careful what you wish for... you just might get it.” And oh, does she get it. Orienteering Club(28 minuten)Fictie - Romance, Teen, Teen Male / Teen Female How would you decide what clubs to join during Freshers Week? I had some basic criteria: physically strenuous ok, team sports not ok, thinking ok, nerdy not ok; but, most of all, it had to be whatever those two girls over there were signing people up for! The East (0)(35 minuten)Fictie - Anaal, Geweld, Male / Female This is the Story of Klaus, A fictional soldier on the Russian Front during WW2. This is the first story I have written that involves any type of sex, (Note if you are here for just the sex, It takes place in Chapter 2.) I just felt like I had to write this because some of the other stories I had read on this sight which dealt with similar material just didn't sit right with me so I figured I would give it a shot. Feel free to leave any criticisms or comments. | ||||