Day Three
Cunt awoke to the sound of footsteps sneaking into her room. She opened her eyes slightly to catch a glimpse of herself in the nearby mirror. She was happy with everything so far; she was still a smokeshow! As the footsteps got closer, she pretended to still be asleep, as she became aware of the nearby submissive, the same one who awoke her the morning before. She was preparing for the soft kiss, but instead, she was treated to a leashed collar being placed around her neck, followed by the sound of the same feet running away from her. Well, that was odd, but at least she finally had her collar. She opened her eyes just in time to see her door being thrown open. In the doorway stood Mistress.
Cunt felt like she hadn’t spoken much in her time here and, as Mistress stood silently in her doorway, she thought this might account for why she looked so mad, madder than usual even. Cunt opened her mouth to speak, but was immediately met by Mistress’ spit, going expertly directly into her mouth. She instinctively went to spit it out, but Mistress had other ideas, slapping her hard across the face, causing both of their saliva to smear across her reddening face. Before she had a chance to react, Mistress grabbed Cunt’s leash and pulled her to the ground in front of her, taking the opportunity to place her heeled shoes across Cunt’s outstretched hands, holding her in place.
“When did you get to bed last night?” Was this all about a bedtime? “10 PM, Mistress.” Another slap, this time on the other side of her face. “After midnight, Mistress.”
“What did I tell you about getting sleep? You have disobeyed me, you insolent slut,” screamed Mistress, before going on to list her infractions, “you didn’t go to bed on time, you played with yourself without permission, you were not awake when I arrived,” Mistress went on, listing off a variety of rules that were not brought to Cunt’s attention. When Cunt attempted to plead her case, she was given another slap and another infraction. When she spoke, she was punished. When she didn’t, she was punished. By the end of her dressing down, so to speak, Cunt’s cheeks were red and swollen and she had accrued a total of thirty infractions. Mistress walked away, leaving Cunt to wonder what thirty infractions could mean; this thought did not last long as Mistress returned with the meanest looking paddle Cunt had ever seen. Mistress sat on the bed, motioning Cunt to place herself across her knees.
“You are going to thank me for correcting your behaviour, you whore,” said Mistress, as she held firm onto Cunt’s hip, delivering the first thwack across her firm, hungry buttocks. “Thank you!” Cunt knew that, by the end of this, her cheeks would match. Thwack! “Thank you!” Thwack! By the seventh swat, her cheeks were beginning to turn pink, her eyes beginning to water. The twelfth began to leave darker marks. The twentieth made her want to beg for it to end, but she knew that would likely add to her punishment, so she gritted her teeth and tried not to cry. By the twenty-fifth, she gave up that attempt and began sobbing, hoping against hope that would make Mistress take pity on her. The thirtieth made her oddly happy, knowing that it was over. Except it wasn’t, as she felt a new sensation; after her thong was moved surreptitiously, she felt a finger enter her hole. This was followed by a second, a third, a fourth and a thumb! She was being fisted, violated for Mistress’ pleasure. Today had really gone in a different direction. She had graduated from a doll to a toy. She felt Mistress’ hand—thankfully small—enter her and clench into a fist, moving inside her, pumping, making her feel things she had never felt before. She reached for her crotch, only to be reminded that there is nothing there. Mistress was doing this to drive her mad. As Cunt’s breathing reached a plateau and turned into a moan, Mistress pulled her hand out and shoved Cunt off her lap. She took the latex glove she had slipped onto her hand off and threw it in a nearby garbage can. She then pulled off Cunt’s thong and shoved it in her mouth as she lay writhing on the floor, immediately grabbing her leash and dragging her out of the room, choking her as she struggled to get on her trembling hands and knees.
This path led to the dungeon. Mistress went into a cupboard and came back with some fun and less-than-fun looking objects. First, she took the rope and tied Cunt’s hands behind her back, where they would (un)fortunately stay for the rest of the day. She then took this opportunity to get a chest harness on her, before tying her big, full tits so tight that she felt they would explode! Every touch of Mistress’ fingernails felt like a needle, but, just because she didn’t need to put effort in to hurt her, does not mean that she didn’t. She began to slap her tits with the palms of her hands, causing Cunt to scream into her thong still jammed in her mouth. Mistress reached into her mouth—practically fit her first in there, really—and pulled out the thong along with a long strand of saliva, a result of Cunt gagging. Before she could compose herself, her face had been shoved into Mistress’ crotch, smothered in her almost dripping vagina, clear proof that she got off on hurting people. Cunt couldn’t breathe, but obviously, that wasn’t her job. She began to lick at Mistress’ clit, as she began to reach behind her. What Cunt was not aware of was that Mistress was reaching back to plug her fisted asshole, another implement that would remain for the rest of the day, particularly because it was so big.
Once she was plugged, Mistress shoved Cunt on her back, taking some more rope and binding her legs together to keep her from moving. Cunt was pretty much completely immobile now and at Mistress’ whim. Next came the clover clamps. She recognized these, but, alas, she couldn’t escape them. One went on the left nipple, the other on the right, before they were pulled away from her body, as she screamed in agony. Mistress placed the clamps in between Cunt’s teeth, but she let go. Clearly, more would be necessary. Mistress went back to the cupboard and grabbed a nice, big open-mouthed spider gag and shoved it in Cunt’s mouth, attaching the chain to the metal jutting out of the corners of the gag. Cunt could no longer let go of it. She thought this was the final humiliation, but, as usual, she was wrong, as mistress stood above her, looking down upon her face. She lifted her left foot and brought it to Cunt’s mouth. Cunt tried to fight it, but a kick to her left, clamped nipple quickly put an end to that plan. Mistress stuck her left foot through the gag and into Cunt’s mouth, then her right foot. Then, she just stood above her face for a moment. Cunt tried to figure out why, until it became apparent, as Mistress began to piss directly into her mouth, filling it up and overflowing into her nostrils and across her face and chest. Cunt felt humiliated. Or she would have if she wasn’t in excruciating pain. She was not expecting piss and this made her think that anything was possible going forward. Mistress told her to swallow and she did her best.
She really should have swallowed all of it, though, because she was about to have her face placed in it. Mistress stepped away from Cunt’s body and put her foot under her still-corseted belly, flipping her immobile body over onto her front. This had another effect: her whole body’s weight was now concentrated on her tightly bound and clamped tits. The pain was excruciating, like nothing she had ever felt before. She wanted it to stop, but she also knew if it stopped, it would not restart and that was somehow worse, so she fought through. Mistress walked back to her cupboard and came back with several implements that Cunt could not see. The first came down on her already sore and filled ass. Thwack! It was the paddle from earlier or one similar to it.
“Count down,” Mistress demanded. The paddle lasted thirty strikes. Surely, this was still punishment for her rule-breaking ways. Surely, she would have to be good from now on or she would never become a proper slut. Next, she felt something new on her back. Fhwack! This seemed like a flogger, thirty across her back, another thirty across her buttocks, before: Fhwip! Oh, fuck! This was a straight up single-tail whip hitting her buttock and grazing her left thigh. This would leave a mark. By the thirtieth stroke from that whip, Cunt was having trouble counting, unsure of whether she was forgetting how to speak or how to count. But it still wasn’t over, as made apparent by the first stroke of the cane across her battered and bruised buttocks. These numbers were all counted through sobs and tears and begs for mercy. Cunt was absolutely and truly broken, but that clearly wasn’t enough, as Mistress flipped her, still immobile, onto her burning ass, exposing her tits for Mistress’ pleasure. Mistress took hold of Cunt’s clamps and pulled them mercilessly, as if she was trying to lift her off the floor with them, until they came off with a pained scream. This was when Mistress went back to the cupboard one more time and came back with a box of medical needles.
“Let this be proof of what happens when you don’t listen to your Mistress,” she said, as she pulled out one needle and inserted it through Cunt’s sore, engorged left nipple, doing the same to the right and finally grabbing the flogger one last time. This flogging was different from the last. Cunt counted down, but did not so much as whimper in pain, her dead eyes giving away her broken nature. Even before those thirty strikes across each bound breast, Cunt was ready to be rebuilt as a good little slut. Thirty across the left and thirty across the right ended with Mistress suddenly showing a hint of humanity, sitting down next to Cunt’s hollow shell and giving her a kiss on the forehead. Cunt’s tits were individually unbound, followed by her chest harness, her legs and her hands behind her, ending with Mistress embracing her in her arms. As Mistress went to stand up, Cunt immediately began licking at her cunt, misunderstanding the situation. Her brain had clearly been rewired. The gag and butt plug were removed and Mistress helped the broken body get up from the ground. Cunt began sobbing as Mistress held her, sobs of pain but also sobs of accomplishment. She was covered in bruises, her nipples were bloodied, her legs were trembling and she could hardly stand, but she had never felt more alive.
Two submissives walked Cunt to her room. They lay her down on her bed, where she had trouble getting comfortable, as laying down in any position was painful. She thought that she should eat, but her body’s sense of survival had been rewired. The submissives were very well aware of this, as one climbed on top of her face and began riding her tongue, while the other began chewing on her sore nipples. She knew that she should stop this, but her body wouldn’t let her. She had some experience with this so she worked through the pain and made her face rider come. As she climbed off her face, the first submissive grabbed her by her hair, dragging her face into the second submissive’s crotch, taking this opportunity to enjoy her bruised ass. After eating them both out, Cunt sent them off to their rooms happy. She looked at her messy hair and running mascara and smiled. Today had made her so happy. She considered staying up and exploring her bruises and welts, but instead she went to bed at 10 PM.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f6d3eg/the_story_of_cunt_day_three_serial_bdsm_forced
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