First, the basics:
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January 9th
Once again vocabulary fails to provide a word adequate to describe the level of gratitude that is felt inside.
Earlier today YOU demanded YOUR servant accompany YOU on a drive downtown. YOU drove to a piercing/tattoo joint where YOU installed rings in YOUR housekeeper's flesh.
Walking from YOUR car to the store was humiliating with a thick 9" monster dick snaking down the left pant leg. Of course it was fake, but there was no way for anyone to know that. In the parking lot, both men and women stared at YOUR servant's crotch. The obvious attention created a feeling of both embarrassment and arousal, since there has been no orgasm for about 5 months now. And although the near panicky need to cum that was felt in the first few weeks has subsided, there is now a constant gnawing hunger, an itch in the crotch that just cannot be scratched. A constant tormenting urge to throb and spew. Especially when kneeling at YOUR bed listening to YOU take pleasure from another whore's holes or the now nightly ritual of kneeling between YOUR legs, staring at YOUR crotch, while YOU watch TV.
Once inside, after YOU discussed YOUR desires with the bodywork artist, here was a flash of pain as the first needle bit into the right nipple. YOUR cumwhore stared into YOUR eyes, saw the smile there, and felt the need to thrust out that nipple toward the piercer, begging him to continue. The nipple was pierced, the ring installed, and the procedure repeated on the left side. YOUR slave-in-training's lips were bitten hard.
YOUR cuntface was humiliated at having to drop drawers to reveal the latex cock that hung in place of a real one. YOU then unlocked the chastity gear so that YOUR queer's dick could be ringed. The terror intensified as the needle pushed against YOUR faggot's cockhead for the PA. There was only one thought: not to embarrass YOU by passing out. Surprisingly, there was far less pain as YOUR whore-wanna-be was prick-ringed. The piercings were treated, covered for healing, and the crotch re-caged in the chastity gear.
But, of course, YOU weren't yet finished.
YOU instructed the piercer to run a ring through YOUR whore's nose as well.
This caused concern because of the image that might be presented to future clients at work. But no objection was raised. Concerns about business pale to concerns about denying YOU any pleasure YOU seek. There is confidence that YOU are financially savvy enough to have plans should business falter. And so, rather than express any fear or hesitation, YOUR puppet's head immediately raised up to give easy access to the septum. To be visibly marked as something subhuman. As mere chattel. As livestock for YOUR profit and entertainment.
Surprisingly, this hole hurt worst of all. Apparently there are a lot of nerves in the area. But the ring was installed without any problems, the hole bandaged, and YOU and YOUR ringed bitch headed home. There was a wish to bury YOUR cock down YOUR whore's throat, but there was no doubt that would only happen in fantasy. The punishment YOU decreed won't allow that for at least another 7 months. That knowledge is depressing beyond description. To know that this penance isn't even yet half way completed leads to despair and hopelessness. Seven more fucking months of insatiable hunger. Unable to look at YOU without aggravating that constant gnawing hunger, but unable to look anywhere else when YOU are nearby. An unending curse of cruelty.
But please know that there is also the assurance and confidence that this was sorely needed. The growth that has taken place under this pitiless cruelty could not have happened any other way. So there would have never been the chance to have become YOURS. And there is no desire to ever become anything else.
So thank YOU so much for YOUR knowledgable cruelty, for YOUR ability to break and re-form a selfish bastard into someone, something that could assimilate and become a part of YOU.
The feeling that is felt is like being grafted. Like being a cutting of, say, a lime tree that is now being grafted onto an orange tree. The cutting still bears limes, but it is nourished and a part of the greater tree. Similarly, YOUR cuntface has not lost any talent, can still run a business, but has no roots except for those into YOU. Without YOU there is no life -- only mere existence. Thank YOU for providing this base into which YOUR insignificant lowlife has been planted.
January 27th
There is no end to YOUR cruelty. Thank YOU for that.
Last night, YOU wanted another fuckhole to use. One was found on Craigslist following the standard procedure. He arrived and YOU used him to YOUR content. The guy had been repeatedly brought to the edge of climax by YOUR incredible cock, but YOU never allowed him to get off. His moans became ever more insistent, but YOU delighted in denying him that pleasure while instead YOU pumped load after load into his guts.
And all YOUR servant could do was kneel nearby, listening, aching to be used. Ringed slavedick locked away, while a huge fake dick hung available from the crotch.
Once YOU had finished, YOU commanded that the guy be untied from the bed, where he'd been spread-eagle for a few hours. YOU asked him if he still wanted to get off. He was too exhausted to say much, but nodded his head exuberantly. YOU laughed, softly kicking YOUR bitch in the ass.
"Fuck the poor kid `til he cums." And YOU wandered into the bathroom.
Oh, God. YOUR fagdick hasn't been able to cum for months. And since it's still locked up, then that must mean he is to be fucked with the fake dick instead. YOUR whore will be going through all the motions of a great fuck without feeling a goddamn thing.
The dildo was lubed and inserted into the guy's hole. He moaned appreciatively and started jerking off while he was fucked. YOUR bitch kept imagining the pleasure of feeling a tight hole wrapped around that aching, locked prick while thrusting deep into the guy's ass.
YOU came out and slapped the guy across the face. "Fuckholes cum without playing with their cocks. Somebody else tried that once," (YOU stared deep into YOUR servant's soul) "and quickly learned the consequences of that mistake." YOUR bitch nodded in agreement. "So as your punishment, you can't rub against the mattress either. Fuck doggie style instead."
So the kid couldn't play with himself. And nothing could touch his cock. But YOUR faggot's dildo-dick had to keep pummeling away without any hope of orgasm or even pleasure since the real slavecock was still locked away in chastity. YOUR whore was nothing but a living dildo being used by this stranger to inch himself to an orgasm. YOUR whore and YOUR fuckhole were delirious, covered in sweat, wailing in constant moans when an hour had passed. YOU wouldn't permit any breaks -- just a constant battering of the poor guy's prostate. His throbbing cock kept oozing precum as YOUR whore's cock ached for release.
Finally, after what seemed to have been a lifetime of edging, the poor guy's cock finally shot a massive load of juice. He collapsed on the floor and YOUR bitch pulled out, breathing hard, unable to speak, eyes watering, looking up at YOU for some sign of approval.
YOU had been lying on YOUR side in bed, watching the performance. YOU smirked, closed YOUR eyes, and drifted into a soft comfortable sleep, leaving YOUR housebitch to clean up the mess.
While YOU slept, YOUR domestic put the ropes away before softly awakening YOUR fuckhole to ask him to get dressed and leave. His cum was tongue-wiped off the bedroom floor and YOUR bitch crawled near YOUR bed and drifted off to sleep listening to YOUR breathing, while YOUR faggot's locked fagdick's drool seeped out of the metal pouch and down the inside of the thigh.
Thank YOU for allowing such privileges. They mean so much to someone, something, that is too trivial to deserve this constant agonizing joy.