"All finished cleaning up from breakfast wetcunt?" "Yes Master." "you're

absolutely sure wetcunt, if I look I won't find anything out of place or

not wiped down. I don't want your greedy slophole to lead to a messy

cabin. If I find something that should have been cleaned or put away

after you saying that it is clean, you won't like the results at all

wetcunt. you already have punishment coming to you for the dribbled piss

and the candle, and you're supposed to be earning the right to get to

sleep in the bed with Me, which you know means that I will fuck your

greedy sloppy cunt. So are you absolutely sure that the kitchen is all

clean cunt." With that wetcunt started wiping down the counters one more

time, took the cover off the toaster and dumped out the toast crumbs,

wiped down the toaster once more, put the cover back on.

When wetcunt went over to the coffee maker to wipe it down once more,

her Master stopped her by saying, "Bring Me another cup of coffee cunt,

before you clean out the pot." Bringing the pot over to her Master,

wetcunt kneeled down, "Please forgive this slut for not refilling Your

coffee cup sooner Master. Please accept this offering from Your grateful

slut." "I think your mind is more on your greedy cunt than on your

Master's needs slut. I think that delay in seeing to your Master's needs

will cause you some additional time of greediness before being able to

slop. Now continue cleaning the kitchen." "Yes Master." After washing

out the coffee pot, cleaning the coffee maker, sweeping the floor once

more, wetcunt went to start filling the sink up with water to mop the

floor.

"Think W/we," wetcunt's master said chuckling, "rather you will be doing

that a bit differently. Get out the bucket from under the sink and the

scrub brush. Fill the bucket with the soapy water and put the bucket and

the brush down on the floor. Then get back down on your hands and knees

slut, crawl into the other room and bring Me six clothespins and make it

quick cunt. Oh and carry them back in your mouth cunt." Crawling quickly

over to where her toys were laid out, wetcunt kneeled up to get six

clothespins, placing them in her mouth, wetcunt scurried back to kneel

before her Master, as fast as her hands and knees could take her.

Kneeling in front of her Master, drool collecting in the corners of her

mouth, starting to leak down her chin, wetcunt simply waited for her

Master to take them out, feeling His eyes on her, watching her drool all

over herself. "Hold those milkbags that you haul around up for Me cunt,

W/we need to get them ready for the punishment that they have coming

later." Placing her hands under each one of her milkbags, wetcunt

shivered knowing from experience the effect clothespins had on her cunt.

Knowing that she didn't have permission to slop yet, realizing that

because she had forgotten to refill her Master's coffee cup, permission

was going to be withheld for longer, wetcunt didn't know if she would be

able to control herself once the clothespins were in place. Slowly

taking the first clothespin out of her mouth, her Master pulling hard on

her left tit, placed the clothespin deep on the tit. Groaning, both from

the pain of the clothespin and from the knowledge that because her

Master didn't set it at the tip of her tit, He intended for her to wear

the clothespin for a while. One by one, wetcunt's Master took the

clothespins out of her mouth, placing three on each milkbag, one deep on

each tits and two on the edge of the aureole. While wetcunt wanted

desperately to wipe the drool from her chin, her Master chuckled saying,

"That's how a slut should look, drooling for her Master's cock, her

milkbags kept at attention, but your Master's cock will have to wait

until you have scrubbed the floor, cunt. Now start at the far corner and

make sure that you do a good job cunt. Those clothespins will come off

as you finish each section after I have inspected it. If you have done a

good job, then one will come off each milkbag, if not, that pair won't

come off until you have finished the whole job. The section over by the

door will get the one off the left side of your milkbags."

Crawling on the floor, groaning as her milkbags swayed with each

movement, wetcunt crawled over to the bucket to push it toward the first

section. "No, leave it here by Me wetcunt, you know how you begged Me to

help you with your exercise. Having to crawl back and forth to the

bucket will be good exercise for you cunt. Now get started." Wetting the

brush, wetcunt crawled over toward the door and started to scrub, her

milkbags swaying with each movement, the clothespins having their usual

effect, her already dripping greedy cunt leaking more. "don't make more

work for yourself by dripping cunt snot on the floor slut. you'll just

have to lick it up if you do and won't that be fun, those pinned

milkbags hitting the floor." Working faster, starting to drip not only

cunt juice but sweat, wetcunt scrubbed from the back door up to the

front of the refrigerator, having to make many trips back and forth to

the bucket to rinse the brush out. "Stop that's the first section. Are

you happy with your work on it cunt?" Looking up and down the length of

where she had scrubbed, the sweat dripping into her eyes making it hard

to see, wetcunt couldn't see anything that she hadn't scrubbed, the

whole section shined. "yes Master, wetcunt is happy with this section"

"Well then let Me look."

Kneeling, waiting while her Master inspected the completed section,

wetcunt could feel the sweat and cuntjuice leak down her thighs, pooling

beneath her. "That's much better wetcunt, hold those milkbags up for Me,

so I can take the left ones off." Biting her lips to keep from

screaming, wetcunt made a high pitched keening sound when the first pair

of clothespins was removed. "Thank You Master." "Don't thank Me yet,

you're not done. First kneel down and lick up that pool of cunt juice

and sweat, then stand up now, refill the bucket with fresh water, put it

back in front of me near the table, then wipe your face off to get the

sweat out of your eyes and begin again, from the refrigerator to in

front of the stove. This section is for the right pair."

Kneeling down, her tortured tits screaming as they brushed the floor,

wetcunt quickly lapped up the pool of cunt juice and sweat. Then going

quickly back to work, crawling back and forth repeatedly to clean the

scrub brush, wetcunt's milkbags starting to scream for relieve from the

clothespins, she hurried to finish the next section. Panting loudly,

moaning with each movement, wetcunt stopped once she had finished

scrubbing up to the front of the stove. "Finished the next section

wetcunt?" her Master said while sipping on His coffee. Trying to catch

her breath, to control the moans coming from her mouth, moans of sharp

arousal and sharp pain, wetcunt stammered "yyyyes Master." "Very good,

very good indeed wetcunt, kneel up here and hold up those milkbags."

Gasping loudly as the second pair once removed, the sweat still pouring

down from wetcunt's face, wetcunt whispered once more "Thank You Master."

"One more section and then you will be done cunt, but you look like you

could use a drink. Will give you a choice here, either water from the

sink now, but wearing that last pair while you lap it out of your dog

bowl, or water from the toilet later, but no more clothespins on."

wetcunt thought a moment, the humiliation of drinking toilet water

versus any more additional time with the clothespins on her tits. "Later

please Master." "Okay, your choice, should have known it would have been

the toilet water, you being the pisswhore that you are. Refill the

bucket one more time and get started. The finish line is in sight."

Moving as quickly as her tired knees and screaming milkbags allowed,

wetcunt scrubbed the last section out to the entrance to the living

room. Each movement, a grunt or groan slipped past her lips, tears

starting to run down the sides of her cheeks, finally wetcunt put the

scrub brush into the bucket after finishing the last section. Kneeling

quietly waiting for her Master's permission to speak, her head bowed,

sweat pouring from her entire body, wetcunt heard the words that every

slut hopes for. "EXTREMELY WELL DONE slut, you have stretched the pain

that you can bear very well this morning. your Master is EXTREMELY proud

of you cunt. Hold those milkbags up to take off the last pair."

Screaming as the blood rushed back into her tits, wetcunt's heart was

pounding not so much from the physical exertion as from the joy of

pleasing her Master.

"Guess you need that drink now." With that her Master, realizing how

little energy wetcunt had left, walked over to where her dog bowl was

sitting, took it over to the bathroom and filled it with toilet water.

Placing it on the floor, back in its spot, "Go ahead, drink up slut."

Wearily crawling over to the dog bowl, wetcunt's cunt quivering from

just the thought of lapping up toilet water, wetcunt lowered her head

and repeatedly lapped the toilet water from her slut bowl until it was

dry. When it was dry, wetcunt kneeled back up, and heard her Master tell

her to turn around. her Master had pulled a kitchen chair out into the

living room and had been sitting on it washing His slut drain its

toilet-water filled dog bowl dry. "thirsty were you slut? Well, because

you have been such a good slut in cleaning the kitchen, your Master has

something else to quench your thirst. Crawl over here and drink down

your Master's cum. Then W/we will finish cleaning up around here."

wetcunt's sore knees were forgotten as the cum hungry slut crawled over

to take her Master's cock into her mouth. The pleasure of feeling her

Master's cock deep in her mouth, running her tongue over it, tasting the

precum, had wetcunt forgetting all about her sore tits. her sore knees,

the punishments still to come. wetcunt's efforts were soon rewarded as

her Master came deep in her mouth and throat. Gulping down her Master's

cum, continuing to suckle the cum from His cock, wetcunt smiled from

being able to please her Master. "Thank You Master," wetcunt whispered

after she finished cleaning her Master's cock. "you're welcome slut.

you've done very well this morning. W/we will take care of the

punishments that you have coming after finishing cleaning up. I think

that W/we could both use a shower and you have your pisswhore toilet to

clean out."

"Go get your pisswhore toilet, and carry it into the bathroom slut. your

Master is going to watch you take one of those piss showers that you

have to take every week. First plug up the tub, then climb in, then turn

toward Me so I can see my pisswhore take its shower. After you have

poured that piss-filled toilet over your head, you are going to lay in a

pool off your own piss while I finish up some things out here. When I'm

done with what I have to do, I'll be back in here and then you will

finally get to slop, laying in a pool of your own piss, finger fucking

yourself until you are about ready to slop and then Master will add His

piss to yours. do you understand cunt. you're not allowed to slop until

Master is pissing on your cunt." "yes Master, wetcunt understands

Master."

Crawling on just her knees, carrying her piss pail, wet cunt crawled

into the bathroom and set the pail down inside the tub. Then reaching

into the tub, wetcunt plugged up the drain and then crawled into the tub

turning around to face her Master. "Wait cunt, W/we need pictures, also

when you are done emptying that piss toilet over your head, while you

are waiting for Me to finish what I need to do, you are to be wearing

that toilet, licking the inside. Do you understand cunt?" Shivering in

the cold tub, wetcunt stuttered "yyyess Master, it will be done Master."

"I know it will cunt, or you will be one very unhappy slut." "okay, now

look at Me and take you toilet pisswhore up over your head, hold it

there looking at Me." wetcunt took its pail and held it over its head,

eyes and cunt leaking from having to look at its Master while waiting to

pour its piss pail over its head. "Beg for it slut, beg to have your

Master let you pour you piss all over your body, beg to have your Master

let you lay in a pool of your own piss so that you can get to slop, beg

to have your Master let you lick the inside of your filthy piss toilet

clean." wetcunt, her arms shaking, her voice shaking, her face and cunt

burning with shame, stammered out "Please Master, please let Your

pisswhore cover itself with its own piss for You Master. Please Master

Your pisswhore begs to be allowed to wallow in its own piss like the

piss pig it is Master. Please Master please let Your piss pig lap clean

its own piss toilet. Please Master, may Your pisswhore humiliate itself

this way for You Master?"

"I guess if you are that much of a humiliation slut and pisswhore that

you need to wallow like a piss pig in your own piss, then go ahead cunt.

Keep your eyes on Me and open as long as you can cunt, I want to see the

look in your eyes right before the piss comes running down your face."

Looking hard at the camera in front of her Master's face, wetcunt slowly

turned the bucket over her head, drenching her hair, her face, her

milkbags, covering her body with her own piss, the whole time hearing

click after click of the camera. Gasping when the cold piss hit her

body, wetcunt's mouth filled with piss as it drained down to pool in the

tub. "Very good My pisswhore, now stay kneeling there, let me finish

with these pictures." After a few more shots, wetcunt's Master said, "

Now put your toilet over your head cunt and lap it clean, turning it

from time to time until I get back."

The time seemed to drag on, kneeling in its own piss, turning to toilet

around its head, feeling like a complete and toilet piss pig, fighting

the urge to hump the air, so aroused by the feel of the piss and the

humiliation, wetcunt could feel itself going deeper and deeper into

subspace as it licked its toilet feverishly. Finally wetcunt's Master

came back and reaching down took wetcunt's toilet off of her head. "Now

lay back in that pool of your cold piss, spread your legs and watch your

Master while you finger fuck yourself to the point of almost slopping.

When you are just about to go over the edge, pull your hands back,

spread your cunt lips and slop while your Master pisses on your cunt. Do

you understand slut?" So lost in subspace, wetcunt had to fight hard to

be able to answer, "yyyeesss Mmmmmaster"

Laying back, shivering from the cold tub and the cold piss, wetcunt's

hands dove toward her cunt, one hand playing with her clit, the other

hand three fingers went into her sloppy, dripping cunt, humping her

hands, groaning, grunting like an animal, like the piss pig that she is.

Very quickly, wetcunt pulled her hands away and spread her cunt lips,

arching up her cunt as far as possible to receive her Master's piss,

spasming violently the second her Master's piss hit her clit, slopping

loudly again and again, writhing in a pool of piss, until finally

getting to catch her breath.

Whimpering, limbs still shaking, finally able to get enough control over

herself to try to speak, wetcunt stammered through a very weak "Thank

You Master." "you're welcome cunt, now don't you think W/we both need a

shower." "yyyess MMMMMaster, just not sure if wetcunt will be able to

stand." "don't worry cunt, I'll take care of you. Open the drain cunt.

Time to get cleaned up."