My ex turned me into a 24/7 needy little sex addict. With Vivian’s help, whether we’re in our home, office, or neighborhood, I’m always reminded of my condition. What’s worse; I love it! I’m now the most docile plaything, willing to do anything to get fucked.
Vivian lives with us now. She quickly marked her territory in what used to be mine and Luke’s apartment. Now she’s the boss of the house, while I’m just a toy for her to play with. Since she came into my life, I’m not allowed to have Luke’s cock unless it’s to lick it clean. The only way I can get fucked is with objects or when Vivian makes me walk around the office so all the lawyers can relieve themselves in my ass. I never had any interest in being sodomized, but now I’m cumming like a whore while pretentious brats like Mike get off on ravishing my back door. Vivian loves to film me in my most vulnerable moments. She hands the footage over to Luke, who posts it online afterward. My debauchery is accessible on the best porn sites for free. You’d think nothing could humiliate me more, but Luke and Vivian always seem to find a way to degrade me further.
“Nobody ordered you to stop masturbating,” Vivian warns me as she and Luke eat breakfast.
It’s a quiet Saturday morning. Nothing on the agenda. That’s why Vivian asked me to put on a little show for them while they ate. Of course, I’m not allowed to stop playing with myself, nor am I allowed to cum. However, I find myself distracted by the way Luke looks at me. His mind seems to be elsewhere. Vivian notices too and questions him.
“Something’s wrong, sweetheart?” she asks, kissing his cheek. “Would you like me to add a little spice to her performance?”
“Spice?” he asks with mild interest.
“I could shove a banana up her ass and chain her up in front of the house. The neighbor across the street would certainly enjoy the view while he mowed his lawn.”
I shiver at the thought but notice that my master is pouting at the suggestion.
“I don’t know, it seems like we’ve already done all that. I’m sure the little bitch is already drooling at the thought of being fucked by a banana and isn’t even ashamed of it.”
I blush to hear Luke talk about me in these terms as if I weren’t there. But he’s right I tell myself as I continue to rub my pussy.
“I’d like to push her limits. Like at her first public humiliation. Or when I asked her boss to make her a sex slave in the office.”
Vivian seems to understand what he means and starts thinking. I don’t see what more could be done to me that I haven’t already been subjected to. Just the other day, Vivian took me to the dog park in broad daylight and forced me to play with my anal plug until I came hard. Worst of all, a policeman was passing by and wanted to arrest me for indecency. Finally, Vivian convinced him to let me go by negotiating that he could fuck me in any hole he wanted. He chose my ass, of course. I don’t see how Luke and Vivian could come up with a plan to humiliate me further.
“My brother is a contractor on a construction site. I could take Olivia and leave her there until all the men had emptied their balls. We’re talking about at least two hundred workers, though.”
I can imagine the scene from here. Vivian dragging me naked and, on a leash, to let me be ridden by a bunch of thirsty bastards while she captures everything on her phone and gets a kick watching me turn into a real cum dump.
“Yeah… I don’t know,” replies Luke. “She already spends her time getting pounded by the lawyers at the firm. I guess I’m in the mood for something more imaginative.”
As soon as those words are spoken, a star lights up in Luke’s eyes. Vivian and I instantly understand that he’s coming up with a brilliant idea.
“I’ve got to make a phone call,” says my master, leaving me in the care of my mistress.
“Come on, you little slut, give your clit a couple of flicks so it hurts. When I think you’ve had enough, I’ll put a clamp there and, on your tit, then send you out into the garden.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I answer obediently, before giving my hypersensitive clitoris a good smack.
“Ouch,” I moan under Vivian’s satisfied gaze.
The day passes slowly. I had to spend the morning tied up in the garden with clamps on the most sensitive parts of my body, torturing myself with the idea of what Luke might be up to. I have to admit it’s starting to get anxious. Especially when Vivian comes back for me, announcing that she has to get me ready for an outing.
To my surprise, I’m allowed to wear clothes. Well, “clothes” is a big word, but let’s just say that lately, I never wear much more than my collar and leash, even when I’m out in public. Tonight, I’m getting vertiginous heels, fishnet stockings, and some kind of leather harness that accentuates my breasts without covering them. It’s crazy how indecent I look. A real whore! Vivian tops it off with a big bold lipstick, mascara, and fluorescent eyeshadow. It only makes me more nervous about where I’m being taken. I feel like that time Luke dragged me to the restaurant before punishing me in front of the customers. The same kind of anticipation and I can’t help getting excited at the idea.
“You’re perfect!” shouts Luke when he sees me, dragged along on a leash by my mistress.
His compliment fills me with joy. I’m proud to be the little slut he’s expecting me to be. I promise myself right then and there that I’ll do everything in my power not to disappoint him tonight, no matter what he expects of me. I know he won’t make it easy. And Vivian even less so. It doesn’t matter, as long as my master is pleased with me.
I’m taken into the back of the car and tied up. During the ride, Luke is very aroused and I have to watch him get a blowjob from Vivian’s. It’s hard not to squirm in my seat. I’d love to be in my mistress’s place right now. I miss my ex’s cock. I’d do anything to have the pleasure of receiving it again.
After swallowing every drop of Luke’s semen, Vivian takes an amused look in the mirror and understands my confusion.
“Our little bitch in the back is getting worked up. We were right to tie her up. I’m sure she’ll be wetting the leather seats again.”
My eyes fill with tears as I hear Luke’s laughter. Mistress makes it worse by asking me if I miss my master’s cock.
“Oh yes, mistress!”
“It must hurt to know that he’d rather fuck me now than a dirty whore like you, huh?”
“Yes, mistress,” I answer with a heavy heart.
Despite my impulse to slap her right now, I can feel my pussy swelling with excitement at this new form of humiliation. Not so long ago, I was the one rejecting Luke, and now…
“I think we’re here,” says Luke, interrupting my train of thought.
He pulls up in front of a cozy house, which, despite the outside lighting, seems gloomy enough.
My masters help me out of the car. Vivian, who would never miss an opportunity to belittle me, forces me to lick off the traces of wetness I’ve left on the back seat leather. Even though I’m dragged to the front door on a leash, I’m allowed to walk and not crawl on all fours. I don’t know if I like it or if it makes me suspicious.
Luke rings the doorbell and the sound echoes deep into my soul. The seconds tick by and I can feel my ex and his lover panting with pleasure. When the door finally opens, it takes me a few seconds to realize who’s standing in front of me.
“Master John?”
“Master Luke! I was delighted to receive your call this afternoon. And I’m glad you accepted my offer.”
I’ve only seen this “Master John” once, but how could I forget? When Luke punished me in the restaurant parking lot, he was one of the customers. He was the one who refused to allow me to cum. He’d also given my master his business card, telling him he could train me. Is this Luke’s plan?
The obligatory greetings take place while we’re still standing on the doorstep. I start to worry that the neighbors will see me dressed like the biggest whore, but nobody seems to care. And so, I take the opportunity to detail Master John. Judging by his looks, I’d say he’s about ten years older than Luke. More robust, too. Handsome, with a look that commands respect. His gaze meets mine and I don’t see the slap coming.
“Lower your eyes, bitch! And on your knees.”
With my cheek on fire and tears in my eyes, I comply before receiving another slap.
“It’s a good thing you came, master. This bitch needs to be severely trained. I’ll be very hard on her.”
“Oh, but I’d expect nothing less from a professional like you. You have total authority to test her to the limit for the next seven days.”
“Are you still comfortable with the terms I’ve proposed?” asks Master John.
“Yes. If she passes her training, I’ll come and collect her in a week,” replies Luke.
“If she doesn’t, she’ll become mine and part of my collection. I’ll send you a video every day to keep you informed of her progress.”
“Thank you, Master John. On that note, we’ll leave you to it. My girlfriend and I have a romantic dinner planned and we don’t want to be late.”
Without a single thought for me, Luke and Vivian return to the car, leaving me in the care of my new master for the next seven days. As Master John tugs on my leash to drag me inside, I remember the promise I made to myself. I’d do anything to make Luke proud of me. If I don’t, I understand he’ll give me to Master John.
The interior of the house is impressive. Everything is larger than life, and the surroundings hint at the owner’s dominant status. There are no chains, whips, or anything like that, but the leather and fine wood furnishings suggest a dungeon is hidden somewhere. Yet, the master doesn’t take me into his dungeon, but into his living room. He places a camera on a tripod and points it at me before taking a seat on a leather armchair. He then asks me to tell him my story in great detail. On my knees, legs wide apart, and hands behind my back. I tell the whole story. My embarrassing masturbation caught on camera, Luke blackmailing me, the deal, the various tormenting and submission techniques, my first sodomy and subsequent orgasm, and so on. Master John listens quietly. Sometimes, when he thinks I’m not detailing enough, he presses the top of his shoe against my pussy. Then I understand that he wants more from me, and I describe in depth anything I might have forgotten.
After what seems like an eternity, I finish my story. I’m horny and out of breath. It took a lot of restraint not to rub myself against Master John’s shoe every time he placed it between my thighs.
“You’re lucky Master Luke showed you what you really are,” John says after a moment’s silence.
“What?” I ask in a daze.
“Let me ask you, why didn’t you call the police when your ex started blackmailing you?”
“Uh… I… well, Master…” I stammer, not knowing what to say.
“And wasn’t it you who begged Luke to publicly humiliate you just so you could suck his dick?”
“Yes, master, that’s true, but…”
“And didn’t you cum like never before as he brutally sodomized you for the first time? Or when he took you for a ride with a cucumber up your ass? Or all those times those lawyers took a ride with you?”
“Yes, master.”
“And look at my shoe, it’s sticky with wetness. You got terribly excited telling me your story.”
“Yes, master.”
“Deep down, you’ve always dreamed of being a good submissive who could be fucked and humiliated, haven’t you?”
“Yes, master,” I answer in an assertive voice.
“Aren’t you dying for me to train you like the slut you are and discover your true potential?”
“Oh yes, master, I beg you, please train me!”
“Lick my shoe!”
He points to the shoe on which my pussy has been drooling with excitement. I’m quick to move into position, ass up, face almost to the floor, tongue out and licking. I lick every inch of that leather shoe with love to prove my devotion. I know this is just the beginning, but I’m dying to know what Master John has in store for me.
***
I was right. Master John does indeed have a dungeon in his basement. It’s impressive to see all the gadgets he had. On my first night there, I slept in a cage. The next morning, he explained how my training would go. He would teach me the basic positions, work on my endurance with different instruments, prepare my body to serve in different contexts, and show me how to offer maximum sexual pleasure to all those who would use me.
“If you make it to the last night, you’ll have to pass the ultimate test by serving for a dozen masters. At any time, you have the right to ask that everything stop, and I’ll let you go home, understand?”
“Yes, master.”
But I had no desire to stop. So, as promised, he spent the morning teaching me all sorts of positions that I had to perform on command. When I messed up, he’d spank me and make me do it all over again. Once he was satisfied, he fucked me through every hole, commenting on how I should offer deeper blowjobs or squeeze my pussy tighter when I was taken that way. Then he made me go upstairs dressed in a ridiculous maid’s uniform. He made me clean, wash, iron, and cook. I had to wait for him at the table and offer him my mouth while he ate. It was incredible!
The second day was divided in two. At first, I was just a common object. A footrest or a doormat. He forced me to clean his cock when he had just urinated, warning me that at any moment, my mouth could be used for relief. He also made my anus a place to stick the sleeve of a feather duster and demanded that I dust in this way. Silently, of course, and controlling my urge to cum. The humiliation was so great and squirming to dust only made me feel more excited. It was very hard to resist. For the second part of the day, I was promoted to the status of a dog. He put me on a leash and led me out into the garden, where I had to run around, chase balls, bark, beg, and more. When night fell, he told me I’d be sleeping in the doghouse. He attached my leash and left me there, wet, aroused, and happy.
This morning, Master John comes looking for me in the courtyard, a rope in his hand. He seems to be in a good mood.
“Did you sleep well, pet?”
I answer with an enthusiastic bark and a heavy panting, which makes him laugh. He grabs my leash to get me out of the doghouse.
“You’re such a good girl. Show me how you’re doing down here,” he orders, placing his hand between my thighs.
That’s all it takes for me to spread wide, lift my buttocks, and lower my head to the ground. I can imagine the wet drip that must be running down my thighs.
“Oh, how horny this girl is!” exclaims Master John, playing with my pussy.
I wriggle under his expert hand, squealing and hoping he’ll finally relieve me. I haven’t had an orgasm since I arrived. Unfortunately, Master has other plans for me. He sets up the tripod and camera which, as usual, will witness my training. Every day, videos are sent to Master Luke and Mistress Vivian. John also has a daily call with Master Luke to tell him of my progress.
Once the equipment is set up, Master John ties the rope tightly between two trees at a distance of about two meters. I notice that almost every inch of the rope has a knot tied in it.
“Have you ever played with rope, sweetheart?” he asks, untying my leash.
“No, master,” I reply, realizing that I’m no longer confined to the role of a dog.
“You’ll love it. But no coming.”
He drags me to the rope and forces me to stand up and step over it. Even as I stand on tiptoe, the rope digs deep into my intimate flesh. Now I understand what the knots are for. God! But if I stay on my tiptoes, I think I can make it.
“Wait, you’re missing these!” says my master, pulling a pair of breast clamps from his pockets.
Oh dear! He showed me this model on the first day in his dungeon. Connected at the center by a chain, these clamps tighten their grip when pulled. If Master John thinks I can handle the pain, then I can. Docilely, I wait for him to attach the clamps to my nipples and thank him profusely.
“Thank you, Master, for decorating me like this.”
His smile widens as he grabs the chain, forcing me forward. I feel all the friction against my pussy. It’s deliciously painful. I want to arch my back and enjoy it, but that would only make things worse. Then, Master moves faster and faster and my nipples become sore too. To pick up the pace and relieve them, I have no choice but to walk with my feet flat on the floor, which only makes the rope dig in, and…
