She woke before he did, as happens most days. She stretched, her corset adjusting itself as she moved her arms and took a deep breath. As she walked to the kitchen to prepare coffee, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She took two steps and stopped, turning just her head to look in the mirror. It was more a waddle than a step, she noted, her thighs and cunt puffed from use. Her ass was a dull read with two bright lines going diagonally across both cheeks. A stinging reminder of her failure last night. Still though, she gave herself a solid A for the night’s duties and services. Her man was blissfully sleeping after using her body to relieve his stress. Also, she learned quickly from her mistakes and knew she would not make that one again. After she put on the coffee, she went to the toy chest and took out her larger plug. She licked it to coat it with her lube and then pushed it slowly into her sore ass. Ass training was not the most comfortable thing for her, but she knew if she wanted to be a proper fuck doll, she’d need to have a very accepting little hole. Last night, her inability to keep her hole open as Sir spread her was how she got the two lashes. He helped her come so far in her training, so she knew it was her fault for the failure. If she had been better about wearing the plug, this would have never happened.
She spent the early morning enjoying her coffee and catching up with her friends. She had not had much chance to catch up with the outside world the last couple days. She appreciated her mornings. She gathered a blanket and a flashlight and sat them next to her on the couch. After about 30 minutes, she heard stirring from the bedroom, a loud yawn and then footsteps moving to the bathroom. She finished the message she was writing to her sister and went to the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee for Sir. She placed the coffee on the living room table, put her phone and the flashlight on the couch and then bent over the side of the couch, flinging the blanket over her head. Her hands moved around in the darkness, moving the blanket here and pulling it there to make a little tent. She pushed the corner out to make a small airhole and went back to her conversation.
After a few minutes, she heard the footsteps approaching and then felt a light tap on her exposed ass. His fingers glided along the broken flesh of the two red lines. Another couple light pats and then his hands moved to spread her pussy lips. She could feel his warm breath on her exposed hole and then she felt his lips softly kiss her ass cheek. His hands moved, gripping a cheek in each hand with his thumbs close to her asshole. He spread her fully and could feel his gaze on her exposed body. He was admiring his work from last night, she knew, and she heard a satisfied “Mmm” when he saw the plug in her ass. He lightly pushed the plug deeper into her ass and then let it relax back. When he was finished, she felt him release her buns and felt two hard slaps on her pussy lips. She heard him move to the coffee table and pick up his coffee.
The slaps on her lips stung, but as she heard him sipping his coffee, her cunt started its natural reaction, the stinging turned to tingling. She felt her lips relax and spread as her pussy started to become warmer. She had dropped her phone, a blinking light in the corner of her eye snapped her out of her head. Damn, He had trained her well, she thought. Her cunt was literally just slapped into “on mode” by him. Her thoughts turned back to her little purring fuck hole as she felt her lips separate further. She tensed her thighs and ass and then relaxed and could feel her cunt open. A few more times and she had her cunt properly open and ready for service. She laid there, head in the dark, bent over the arm of the couch with her inviting cunt and ass up in the air. Exposed to the world.
Today was a special day of training for her. She would spend the entire day never exposing her face to her Master and, as a result, not being able to see his. She loved the way his twisted mind worked. They had talked about this before and he had explained the reasoning. To her, she trusted him and knew it sounded deliciously degrading. Her life was productive and fulfilling, but the times she felt most fulfilled, when she absolutely knew she was fulfilling her purpose, were times like these, with her eager cunt raised in the air, furiously craving to please cock. When she was filled with cum, that was when she knew she did well. That was when she knew she was a good girl. Sometimes even “the best girl”, if she did an extra special good job. In the dark, with her eyes gigantic from the lack of light, she thought if someone saw her right now she’d probably look like a cartoon with two giant hearts in each eye.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/6bcfr3/mf_fsubmdom_the_day_without_a_face