wetcunt felt so cherished and special because of the care that her

Master gave her during the morning shower, taking care to wash her well,

have her wash Him. It almost made her forget the punishments that she

had in store. Except her Master reminded her of them just as the shower

was ending. "cunt after W/we are finished here, the first of your

punishments will take place. I'm sure your tits haven't had enough time

to completely recover from the clothespins, which will make the tit

punishment you have coming much more pleasant. Don't you think so cunt?"

wetcunt not knowing how to answer, replied "As You say Master." "When

W/we're done drying off, you are to crawl out to the living room, get a

pillow from the sofa, put it up on the living room table, then crawl up

on the table, kneel on the pillow and wait for Me with your hands behind

your neck cunt. Those milkbags have some punishment coming to them."

"Yes Master." "Now kneel down there and dry your Master off cunt."

Lovingly as possible, wetcunt dried her Master off from His shower,

wanting to touch Him, realizing that other than for drying off purposes,

she had not been given permission, she stopped herself from stroking Him

as she might have wished. Once Her Master's body was dry, He said, "Hand

me that towel cunt, I need it for my hair, then crawl out to the living

room and get in position. Take your pisswhore toilet back out and put it

in place before getting up on the table. you may use it if you need to

before your milkbag punishment." "Yes Master, Thank You Master"

whispered wetcunt, afraid with the tit punishment to come that she might

have pissed on herself through fear.

Crawling into the other room, putting her piss toilet back in place,

squatting over it to use it, wetcunt shivered in part from the cold air

on her wet body, but mostly in fear of what lay ahead. Master had

flogged her milkbags and tits before, but never as many as she had

coming this time. Quickly arranging the pillow on the table and crawling

up on the table, wetcunt got into position with her arms raised and her

hands behind her neck. she could hear her Master whistling to Himself as

He got dressed. The wait was excruciating, all she could think about was

the punishment that she had to face, 65 lashes to each milkbag. wetcunt

could feel her arms were already tired from scrubbing the kitchen floor,

her milkbags were already sore from the clothespins that she had had to

wear while doing so.

wetcunt couldn't tell how much time had passed, it seemed like an

eternity. she knew her Master was deliberately dragging the time out to

build a greater sense of fear and anticipation in her, but even knowing

that didn't help stop the rising fear. Knowing that because this was a

punishment that safewords were out made the fear even worse. she

couldn't help wondering if she hadn't brought the candle if all this

would not have been an issue. her Master finally walked over to the

living room, but still did not pay any attention to her, walked past her

into the bathroom to hang up the towel, then returned to the bedroom

still whistling to Himself. wetcunt could hear Him rummaging around in

His bag getting something and started to think, "finally, finally W/we

will get started and get this over with." But still He waited until

wetcunt thought she would scream, tears already welling up in her eyes

from the building anticipation, then He finally walked into the living

room carrying His flogger and a roll of electrical tape.

"I promised you something this morning for not drinking down all of your

Master's piss this morning like a good little urinal should." As He is

talking, wetcunt's Master is starting to pull a strip of electrical tape

from the roll. "If you are wondering if this is part of the punishment

for the candle, it is possible that could be part of it, but it is

mostly that when your Master allows you to serve Him in anyway that you

should do a good job. And doing a half-assed job brings about certain

consequences. Right slut?" "yyyesss Master." "Don't worry cunt, W/we

will deal with the candle later, your Master won't forget. Though you

probably wish He would. Don't you slut?" "ummm, don't know Master."

"Arch your back now slut, push those milkbags out, this tape will make

them EXTREMELY sensitive, make the coming punishment sooooo much more

effective." Arching her back hard, pressing her milkbags out, wetcunt's

Master started to wrap the electrical tape around the base of each

milkbag, around and around until each milkbag had ballooned out, the

blood trapped in, the nipples erect. "AAAAhhhhh much better, now how

many strokes do you have coming slut?" Stammering wetcunt said "65 to

each milkbag Master." Knowing full well that her Master knew but was

increasing the pressure by making her answer. "Oh yes, 65 per milkbag,

hmmm should W/we alternate or get one milkbag finished before started

with the other. Decisions, decisions, a Master's work is never done."

wetcunt remained silent, her arms shaking from holding them behind her

head for so long, knowing that the pain in her arms was going to be

forgotten very soon. Wanting desperately to beg for her Master to please

just get started, knowing she would get additional punishment if she did

so. Tears already flowing, even though one stroke had not yet fallen,

the pressure of the situation drawing them from her. Also knowing as her

Master waited, debating, that more pressure was building up in her

milkbags, which was going to make the tit punishment worse. Finally

hearing her Master say, "Think that W/we will alternate, 10 on each for

6 times and then the last time 5 on one side and then the last 5 on the

other. Anything to say before W/we start cunt?" "Tttthank Yyyyou Master

for disciplining Your slut." "hhhmmmm wondering if you will be thanking

Me later slut."

With that her Master stepped back, "Remember slut, you are to count each

one stroke to each milkbag." "Yyyyes Master." Raising His arm back, down

came the flogger on her right milkbags "one Master," said wetcunt. Down

came the flogger again this time just clipping the end of wetcunt's left

nipple. "Ttttwo Master." Again and again it fell, "three, four, five"

until wetcunt finally said ten for the first time. "One down, only 11

more ten counts to go cunt." Stepping over in front of the right

milkbags her Master's arm started its steady pace again "one, two,

three.....until reaching ten." wetcunt already sweating, tears flowing,

panting lightly.

Moving back to the left side without comment, wetcunt's Master started

again. This time the counting was harder, filler with more gasps, more

stuttering, more groans. Finally reaching ten, wetcunt's Master moved

back to the right side and started again. wetcunt's moan-filled

counting, panting breaths and the slap of the leather against wetcunt's

milkbags the only sounds in the room. Over and over again the word ten,

a quick moving of position and then the sound of the slapping leather

starting again, until wetcunt couldn't tell how many strokes her

screaming milkbags had received and how many more she had left to

endure. her counts more ragged gasps of pain than coherent counting.

Finally getting to ten once more, wetcunt's Master stepped back and

stopped. wetcunt's arms shaking violently, almost unable to stay

kneeling, the pain in her milkbags a constant pounding throb demanding

all of her attention.

"How many do you have left cunt?" her answer taking a minute to form,

afraid that because she had no idea, she would end up receiving more

punishment, finally stammering out "i don't know Master" "Aren't you

supposed to know cunt, haven't you been counting?" "i'm sorry Master,

have been counting Master, just don't know Master." Tears pouring down

wetcunt's face even harder, hardly able to keep kneeling for shaking so

hard, wanting desperately to beg "please Master, please no more because

i don't know," but knowing that to do so would ensure more, biting her

lips hard to keep from saying it. Finally hearing her Master say, "That

was sixty each cunt, only 5 left on each milkbag. Those I will be

counting because you will be screaming too hard to count at all. The

last 5 will be the hardest so far cunt, so I will give you a minute to

try to catch your breath and get your ass back in position to receive

them."

Struggling with every ounce of willpower that she possessed, wet cunt

straightened and arched her back, pushed her milkbags out to receive the

last ten flogger strokes. Desperately she tried to catch her breath or

at least slow her tears before the next 10 fell. "Ready slut?" wetcunt

nodded, her voice failing her for a moment than stuttered out a "yyyes

MMMMMaster am ready." "you've done well so far bearing your punishment

cunt, not much more to go." Using those words to gain strength for the

last 10, wetcunt took a deep breath just as her Master's arm went back

and the flogger crashed down right at the end of her left nipple. her

scream filled the room as her Master counted one. Struggling hard to

stay in place, shaking from the effort, tearing flowing like a river

down her cheeks, wetcunt gasped in another breath before screaming again

when Master's arm fell harder still. "Two." The scream not ending before

the next number was sounded off. "Three." Nothing holding wetcunt in

place but the force of her Master's will that she get through this.

"Four." Finally Master's voice saying "Five." "Last five wetcunt," and

with that her Master's arm rising again and coming crashing down hard on

the end of her right nipple. her throat too raw from screaming to make

much more noise, her mouth open wide in a silent scream, as her Master

counted "One." Pants filling the air, keening like a wounded animal as

her Master counted "Two." wetcunt lost in the pain, not even hearing her

Master say "Three" or "Four", only hearing the word that she was holding

herself together at all to hear "Five, W/we're done cunt."

All strength draining out of her body almost instantly, the only thing

keeping wetcunt from falling was her Master's hand holding her up. "Well

done, cunt, hopefully this is a lesson that you will not need repeated.

When Master has you serve as a urinal, do you now know what you are to

do, cunt?" "yyyyess MMMMMaster," wetcunt stammered through her tears.

"W/we'll get this tape off and then I will let you have a drink cunt and

some time to recover before lunch." wetcunt surprised by His reference

to lunch, not realizing how much time had passed. Slowly her Master

unwinds the tape from around her milkbags, pulling on the tender skin,

the blood rushing back in and out, her pain increasing as the blood flow

returns. Helping her down from the table, wetcunt sank to her hands and

knees, unable even to stay up on all fours, looking more like a rag doll

tossed on the floor. wetcunt's Master filled her dog bowl with water and

brought it to her. "Here drink this, you need some water." wetcunt

weakly lapped at the water, her tears finally slowing down.

"Remember I told you this weekend was about being stretched. I realize

that was a stretch, but what can you tell me about the punishment that

you just survived cunt?" her Master, putting His hand under her chin,

bringing her face up to look at Him, as wetcunt said "It was more than

any before Master, more intense, longer, got more lost Master." "And you

survived it didn't you cunt?" "Yes Master" "your milkbags are going to

be very sensitive and tender for a few days, the movement of the air

past your nipples is going to arouse you cunt, marked for a little bit,

but no permanent damage was done, was there cunt?" "No Master, no

permanent damage." "And you did very well cunt, your Master is proud of

you and is fairly certain that you learned the lesson He was trying to

teach you. If you had held My cock further down in your mouth while

serving as My urinal this morning, you wouldn't have spilled any of My

piss. Remember that for the next time, I choose to use you as a complete

urinal, not wanting you to spill anything." "Yes Master, will remember."

Chuckling slightly, "am sure that you will wetcunt, am sure that you

will."

"After all of your exertion this morning and probably no sleep last

night, I want you to take a nap after your lunch wetcunt. I don't want

you falling asleep this evening. I have a very full evening planned for

you, as well as a punishment still to dispense for bringing the candle.

W/we have often talked about your Master adding some additional protein

to your lunch, so brought some Slimfast along so that I can do that. And

so I can have the pleasure of watching my slut drink My cum in her

lunch. Don't think that after today, either O/one of us will look at

Slimfast the same way. There is also one other task that you will have

to do this afternoon after your nap and before W/we go out to dinner.

What haven't W/we done so far this time, cunt?" "Your cumrag hasn't

sucked clean Your cumrag yet Master." "Very good cunt, you remembered.

So after your nap and before W/we get ready to go out for dinner, W/we

will take some pictures of My cumrag sucking Master's dried cum from His

other cumrag." "Yes Master." "you should be rested enough now cunt to

crawl out to the kitchen and get a can of Slimfast out of the frig, also

get one of those large plastic cups from the cupboard by the sink, you

may stand to do so. Then crawl back here and kneel besides me."

Crawling out to the kitchen wetcunt quickly got a can of Slimfast and a

cup and crawled back out to where her Master was sitting. "Hand Me the

can and the cup cunt, and then with your mouth open My pants and prepare

your Master to feed you His cum." Kneeling forward after handing the can

and cup to her Master, wetcunt struggled to grasp the zipper with her

teeth, finally getting a hold of it, she pulled it down releasing her

Master's cock. Then gently, tenderly she took her Master's cock into her

mouth, lapping at the slit, running her tongue around the head of her

Master's cock, losing herself in the feel of His cock in her mouth.

Sucking her Master's cock deep into her mouth and throat, then rising

back up until just the head of His cock was in her mouth, before

lowering her head once more. The whole time wetcunt is preparing her

Master's cock, she can hear Him shaking up the Slimfast and pouring it

into the cup. After hearing the can be set down on the table, wetcunt

started working harder and faster to prepare her Master's cock, her head

bobbing up and down the length of His cock faster, her cheeks sucking

in, her tongue gliding along the vein on the underside of her Master's

cock, stroking it from the base up to the head, over and over again

until her Master said "Stop." Handing wetcunt the cup, "Watch your

Master jerk off into your lunch cunt, then after I'm done, clean My cock

and put Me away. After you have done that, I want you to look your

Master in the eye while you drink His cum in your lunch."

wetcunt positioned the cup to be able to catch her Master's cum as He

stroked His cock, getting ready to jerk off into her lunch. After about

a minute, her Master started to cum and wetcunt moved the cup with each

of His movements, catching His cum in her cup of Slimfast. When her

Master was finished, wetcunt, after putting the cup on the floor, bowed

her head and started lapping His cock clean and then gently tucked it

away. Then turning to look her Master straight in the eye, wetcunt

picked up the cup and lifted it to her lips. "Thank You Master for

allowing Your slut to drink Your cum for food Master. Please may wetcunt

have her lunch now Master." "yes cunt, drink your Master's cum for

lunch." With her cunt burning, knowing that she would never look at

another can of Slimfast the same way, wetcunt tipped the cup back and

drank down her lunch, Master's cum and all. Licking her lips when she

was done, "Thank You Master for wetcunt's delicious lunch Master."

"you're welcome cunt. Now lick the cup clean, then take it back out to

the kitchen, rinse it out, before going in for your nap." Turning the

cup this way and that, pushing her face into the opening, wetcunt lapped

the cup clean, lapping out the last of her Master's cum from inside the

cup. Then crawling out to the kitchen, wetcunt took it out to the

kitchen and stood to rinse it out, then crawled back to her Master.

"Time for nap now cunt, you may use your toilet before going to sleep. I

will wake you when I want you to get up." "yes Master, Thank You

Master," and with that wetcunt crawled into her bed exhausted from the

events of the morning.

Hours past before wetcunt's Master came over to her bed to wake her up.

"Time to wake up sleepy head. Do you feel better." Stretching, yawning,

"yes Master, Thank You Master. wetcunt feels much better Master." "Good,

you will need your strength for tonight cunt, your workout is not done

for this weekend. Time for your last chore before getting ready for the

evening. Go crawl over to My bag and get my used cumrag out of it."

wetcunt quickly crawled over to her Master's bag finding the cumrag in

the side pocket.

After wetcunt crawled back, her Master said, "Now hold it up next to

your face cunt, show E/everyone the dried, crusty cumrag that My cumrag

is going to suck clean, another before and after thing." wetcunt's cunt

quivered with shame as she held up the dried cumrag next to her face. It

didn't seem to matter how many times she sucked her Master's cumrag

clean, the humiliation always got to her, always had her leaking like a

faucet. "Look into the camera cunt, W/we will block out the eyes, but

the rest of that look of humiliation will be present." After a few

clicks of the camera, "Time to start sucking cunt, clean that cumrag

good, suck all of Master's old cum out of it like the cum-hungry slut

you are cunt." Wetcunt started sucking the rag working from the middle

out, from the most cum-encrusted out to the corners. The camera

repeatedly clicking capturing images of wetcunt's mouth was stuffed with

the cumrag. her Master chuckling wishing He had a video camera so that

E/everyone could hear how loudly the cum-hungry slut was sucking her

Master's old dried cum. wetcunt's cheek ablaze, her cunt dripping wildly

from the humiliation of it all, until finally the rag was soaking wet

from wetcunt's saliva and was cleaned from cum. "Ready for inspection

cunt. you know what will happen if it is not clean." wetcunt took the

wet cumrag out of her mouth, looking at each inch of it to try to find

any remaining cum and when she didn't said, "yes Master, it is ready for

Your inspection." After her Master looked at it thoroughly, He handed it

back to her, "Hold it next to your face again cunt, time for the after

picture." A few more clicks of the camera and then wetcunt was told to

lower the cumrag.

"Now slut, I'm going to let you go into the bathroom, you are to get

ready to go out, clean up from your exertions this morning, then put on

full slut makeup, hair done. Leave the door open and hang up the cumrag

to dry. you have 20 minutes to get ready. Don't think you will be

dawdling in the shower because no hot water for you this time cunt. The

cold water will cool off the wet cunt of yours and will make sure that

you don't spend too long in the shower." "Yes Master." "Now get moving,

cunt, I expect back out here in 20 minutes, hair and makeup done."

wetcunt scurried away, crawling as quickly as her hands and knees would

take her, hung up the cumrag to dry and turned on the cold water.

Stepping quickly into the tub, the blast of cold water causing her to

gasp, wetcunt hurried through her shower as fast as possible. Showering

in record time, wetcunt got out, shivering, goose bumps all over her

body and quickly dried off and got her makeup bag out. After quickly

shaving her legs and cunt, making sure they were baby smooth, wetcunt

dried her hair, plugged in the curling iron and starting putting on her

makeup, very dark eye liner, shadow and mascara, red cheeks and ruby red

lipstick. Quickly curling her blonde hair, so that it looks wind tossed,

like someone freshly fucked, wetcunt finished up and crawled back into

the living room. "Nineteen minutes and 30 seconds, cunt. That was

cutting it very close. Now crawl over here, you need something on before

your clothes go on."

Crawling over to her Master, wetcunt kneeled at His feet. "Kneel up

slut, hands behind your head, arch your back, some ornaments are

necessary for tonight." With that wetcunt's Master took out a suction

cup and placed it on wetcunt's left tit, drawing it deep into the cup so

that the nipple was very erect and hard. Then sliding a band with some

dental floss attached to down over the suction cup so that it came to

rest at the bottom of wetcunt's left nipple. Then repeating the action

with the right tit, so that both of wetcunt's nipples would stand erect

all night long. "Now that looks better, think that will get My slut some

attention where W/we are going today. Now crawl back over to your

clothes, stand up and get dressed." wetcunt saw that there was not much

to put on, a pair of thigh high hose, and her black halter mini dress

with the slits that went past her hips. It would be clear through the

hip high slits that wetcunt was not wearing any cuntpit covers. Standing

up, wetcunt slid the thigh high hose up her legs straightening the seam

in the back, then putting on the dress, wetcunt reached back and tied it

behind her neck. Seeing her 4-inch pumps next to the bed, wetcunt

stepped into them.

Turning around to face her Master, wetcunt waited to see if He said that

she was ready. "not quite ready, are you cunt. First W/we will change

collars from your leather one to this silver one. Second, W/we need to

adjust your milkbags so that more cleavage is showing and third, W/we

can't let that wet sloppy cunt go unfilled. you may walk over here,

don't want to run those hose." wetcunt walked over to her Master,

kneeled down on the pillow by His feet for the change in collars. Then

stood back up, her hands behind her back as her Master reached into the

low-cut halter and adjusted her milkbags so that the cleavage would be

sure to catch the eye of every straight man wherever they were going

tonight. "Bend over the table cunt." Bending over the table, wetcunt

felt her Master flip the back of the dress over her ass. "Spread those

legs wide cunt." Spreading wide, wetcunt felt her Master drive her black

dildo deep into her soaking wet cunt.

"Now you're ready for dinner cunt. Don't worry, Master has not forgotten

about the candle, but a candle is best used after dark. Just something

more for you to think about during dinner slut."