First, the basics:
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June 8th
YOUR pathetic whore assumed that these men would all be serviced together. Whether it was YOUR intent or just scheduling issues, that was not the case. But there was no need to tell YOUR fagcunt ... there was no need to know.
There were times when several men were in the room, but most of the time it was one man at a time. The thing was that YOUR whore was always available should any of them walk into the room. Naked, subserviently kneeling, showing reverence to the men that were chosen by YOU to test YOUR slut's abilities. Men with huge, monster cocks, at least 10 inches long, thick and impossible to comfortably accommodate. Men with dicks of agony, specially chosen to torture YOUR whorepig.
At one point YOUR faggot knelt in front of 4 such bullies, each with a full bladder. YOUR urinal knelt before each one as he emptied himself and was thanked for his delicious urine. Then, with its guts full of piss, each man helped himself -- one to each hole, and one in each hand keeping them ready for a hole's availability. The four of them went around and around, stopping before cumming, for what seemed like a day and a half.
At another point, YOUR cuntfaced faggot collapsed after days of nonstop abuse, only to wake up some time later with another man's giant dick pummelling its hole. YOUR bitch moaned appreciatively and arched its back sensually, granting him easier access, ignoring the searing pain inside as its fucktube was stretched beyond any hope of comfort.
The men were brutal in their facefucks, bruising lips and tearing throat. YOUR fuckface's throat kept retching around these huge dicks, choking in an effort to breathe around them. Any gag reflex was ripped out by the 4th day. And they kept on coming. And cumming.
One man was standing nearby as his friend battered YOUR whore's hole. The big toe of his left foot was within the reach of a tongue. It was stared at, lusted after as YOUR bitch ached to compare his taste to YOURS. Finally, YOUR toesucker licked his toe. He looked down, snickered, and spat on the face beneath him before lifting his foot and planting it upon the brainless head below. YOUR numbskull moaned in appreciation.
The fuckhole was aching by the end of the first day, but that didn't stop anything. Nobody was told -- nobody would care. The men continued to rape and fuck to their dicks' content. There was not going to be any reason for any of them to be displeased.
YOUR fagface was told to worship one man's asshole. In front of the camera, YOUR whore reverently spread the man's cheeks and french-kissed his shithole, just as others have been tongued to taste YOUR precious seed. He laughed, saying how it was the best toilet paper he had ever used.
At one point, YOU demanded YOUR whore await the next man by lying on the floor face up, knees held apart and back behind the elbows, fuckhole wide open for yet another rape. All filmed for the world to see. Endless, shameless hunger, desperation and depravity -- all made public for global humiliation.
Each man was repeatedly deep-throated, either to lube his cock for YOUR faggot fuckhole or to clean off his cock after raping YOUR queerbitch's ass. Each man was thanked for taking the time to evaluate YOUR fuckslut.
Finally YOU entered the room after one man left and said the ordeal was finished. It was now time for the evaluation. YOUR whore followed YOU on hands and knees, entering the dining room where each of the men were seated. YOU stopped YOUR bitch in front of one of the men and instructed his balls be worshipped while he evaluated YOUR fuckbitch's performance.
YOUR cunt embraced each of his nuts as he criticized YOUR faggot's skills. He was displeased with the remnants of the gag reflex -- that had to be removed completely. The hole was tight, but lazy -- he would have enjoyed feeling his cock squeezed by ass muscles. He said the experience was good, but not great, and that he would give the performance a "C".
Which was, thankfully, a passing grade.
On to the next man and his balls. He was critical of YOUR faggot's inability to swallow piss open-mouthed. This meant that some of his piss fell to the floor. Although it was sucked up, there shouldn't have been any need for this. He gave a "B".
And on it went, man after man, slowly giving the most critical of reviews while YOUR exhausted bitch made love to his nuts. Praying to his now-emptied massive orbs that he wouldn't give a failing grade.
The prayers were answered. Thank GOD. Thank YOU. YOUR bitch cried without shame, thanking them for their generosity. Once they left, YOU stripped down to YOUR briefs, saying YOU'd be wearing them for days non-stop. YOUR bitch moaned as YOU chuckled, pulling them off and onto YOUR fuckface's head. It was incredible being surrounded with YOUR one-of-a-kind ripe scent while collapsing into a deep restful sleep. And waking up, realizing that the crotch of YOUR briefs had been subconsciously sucked for hours while asleep, was one of the happiest moments ever. The happiest moment in a life YOU have created. Thank YOU, LORD.
June 14th
YOUR worshipping fagcunt is now clearly marked. God, thank YOU for allowing such pathetic flesh to bear YOUR name. For allowing these arms and legs to display the vows taken for YOU: chastity, poverty, obedience, and servitude:
Chastity: YOUR servile lowlife's prick is locked in a tight, tiny metal mesh cage behind a steel codpiece. There is no means for erection to occur. Any engorgement pulls at the rough leather mesh, forcing it to bite into dickflesh at every point. YOU display YOUR faggot with a massive dildo hanging like a serpent to tease those who aren't aware of this chastity and force awkward and embarrassing discussions with anyone who initiates cruising with what is YOURS. And chastity has been tweaked in that YOUR stupid fagcunt has been denied access to service YOUR flesh in any directly sexual way -- no longer permitted to swallow YOUR cock, to get raped by YOU, to french-kiss YOUR magnificent ass. Any display of affection is limited to that one-and-a-half cubic inch of YOUR left big toe.
Poverty: Finances continue to slowly drain into YOUR hands. YOU had no need for this money -- although YOUR finances were never shared, the toys YOU enjoy and the means of YOUR life make it clear that YOU either come from a wealthy family or have found a well-paying career. YOUR numbskull has no need to know which it is. What is needed to be bereft of power (because money -is- power) that rightfully belongs to YOU.
Obedience: YOU have never taken anything from YOUR fagbitch; YOU have only accepted what has been given to YOU. Among those things is obedience. Not because YOU have made any threat of violence, but because it is clear YOU are only here as long as YOU are pleased. And so it is vital to keep YOU constantly happy to stay here with YOUR obedient whore.
Servitude: YOU have created, slowly molding and guiding as only YOU could, YOUR ideal servant: docile, obsequious, continually minimized in emotional or mental stature. Silent. Careful. Fearful. Worshipful. YOU are to be eternally thanked for this process; the life prior to this had no meaning in comparison. All before this was merely existing without any sense of purpose or fulfillment. YOU have miraculously created something that is truly alive for the first time.
A life spent in continual awe and worship of YOU.
YOU spent the last few days editing the video from the test YOU gave YOUR penitent bitch. YOU have instructed that the Mac be used to create multiple copies of the DVD to sell to interested parties. YOU have titled the video: "Crowd Pleaser." Lord, YOU are the only crowd worth pleasing. It is hoped that sales create a nice profit; it feels good to provide YOU a new source of income.
And above all else, thank YOU for the welcome news that YOUR obedient bitch is now expected to serve a life sentence. Nothing changes ... YOUR bitch is now free of the "freedom" that normal people crave. Free of the distractions that would lesson the focus on YOU. Thank YOU, LORD, for this true "freedom". Freedom to live as YOURS.
July 22nd
And, GOD, of course, there was lower still to go. There always is. Just when YOUR servile bitch is comfortable that there is nowhere lower, nowhere less, YOU show how naive that thought is.
YOU have taken five of YOUR "regulars", the suckholes or fuckholes YOU have allowed to service YOUR awesome cock several times, to be marked. Ringed in the nose, nips, cock, nose, and mouth. Cocks locked in chastity. And inked. Every one identical to YOUR fagbitch. Although these newbies don't yet live here, clearly that will change over time. Soon YOU will have a tribe of constant bitches aching to realize YOUR every wish.
This hurts far more than could ever have been expected. It seems that although YOUR fagcunt's identity had been subsumed in YOU, there was still this sense of being "special" by being the lowest creature in YOUR domain. Now even that sense of identity is being denied. There can no longer be "YOUR fagbitch", "YOUR asswipe", "YOUR servant". There is only "YOUR fagbitches", "YOUR asswipes", and "YOUR servants." The only identity is that of a group, nothing distinguishing one from another. Completely erasing any sense of personal identity, any sense of anything but being YOURS. Even the limitation of only worshipping YOUR left bit toe has been removed. Now YOU simply call out a part of YOUR flesh YOU wish to be worshipped; the first tongue to lick that spot gets it and remains there, even if YOU then call out another spot YOU want licked, sucked, and savored. Each of YOUR fagbitches quickly scurries to be YOUR footstool
... YOUR asswipe ... YOUR cocksucker. YOU have enjoyed five tongues on YOUR flesh at once. There is reason to wonder how many more YOU might add. Even this journal is now common property. Well, more precisely it is of course YOUR property, but YOU have instructed all of YOUR tribe to transcribe in it, not just one cocksucker, but any. Creating a kind of group-speak. There is no "i", there is only "us". Or, to be more exact, only "YOURS."
YOU have also insisted that one of YOUR bitches be working the glory hole at all times. YOU have never instructed a procedure for this, knowing there was no need to. All YOU have to do is state a desire and relax.
Without being able to speak, cooperating on this venture is difficult. What has worked out is that one of YOUR fagcunts relieves the one on duty in twelve hour shifts. The fagcunt in service is locked kneeling in a latex sack, so that there is no need to leave to piss while on duty. Thusly, the other faggots know to use the one on duty as their urinal. And if any of YOUR bitches earns the ire of the others, it's likely that the twelve hour shift might stretch to twenty-four. This provides plenty of incentive to keep all YOUR servants cooperating with each other. YOU are a genius.
YOUR cruelty is sublime, LORD. YOU are one of a kind. YOU are YOUR servants' God. Thank YOU for this heavenly hell where emotional pleasure and agony have melded into an indescribable sensation. Each of YOUR whores silently competes for some soft recognition from YOU. Hoping constantly that some act of obedience, some sign of obsequiousness, will be the cause for one of YOUR celebrated captivating smiles.
Slaving away to earn the smile of God.