**Author’s note: Some of you may remember the original TSOC that was released a while back. You can find it in my profile. I had no plans to do a sequel or write anything else like this basically, but I got inspired by some research and well, here we are!**
It had been so long since she had been here. So much had changed. For one thing, she had finally stopped lying to herself. After her last session with the mistress, she had finally stopped lying to herself and gone in for gender reassignment. It also happened to be around this time that the pill that acted as a fetish for her during that fateful week was finally perfected, allowing her to finally become who she had always wanted, functioning genitals and all.
She stood at the door for a moment, in her crop top and short denim shorts, unsure if she was ready to go in. It had been quite a while, but what she had gone through was something that she could never forget. Did Mistress feel the same? Would she even remember her? How many people go through these doors every day? Surely her time as Cunt was just a transaction, nothing more. She knew that she had to leave her own head if she was to go in there.
This time, she was here for something different. Considering setting up another appointment with Mistress, she noticed a new service on the website. Another week-long exercise. This wasn’t training, though. This was something else entirely. She could stand it no longer, opening the door and stepping into that familiar practically empty room. This time, she caught Mistress’ eyes before any submissives could be so much as seen.
“Cunt,” Mistress said, half inquiring, half impressed, standing there a vision in latex. She clearly looked even better than she had under Mistress’ control.
“Yes, Mistress,” she replied, realizing that, not only was she particularly memorable, but also that that name would continue to be hers.
Mistress walked over to Cunt, almost unintentionally and grabbed her in an embrace. Cunt was dumbfounded but perhaps that week had been more meaningful than she realized. Or perhaps it was more because of her new truth, how she looked, how she lived. Whatever it was, Cunt soon left her head and took a moment to appreciate Mistress’ warm body against hers, her tight grip around her waist, her firm tits on hers. Of course, as long as it lasted, it was still far too short.
“Don’t get used to that,” Mistress joked as she let Cunt go and walked over to her desk to pull out her file for today. “So, you’re here for the homeless experience, correct?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Cunt responded. Cunt thought the name could use some workshopping but the experience fascinated her. Essentially, Mistress would take Cunt’s money, keys and other valuables, dirty her up and drop her on the street. This, in and of itself, isn’t particularly exciting, but there is an added element: a shot of APT-401. Realizing that fetishists were a powerful and generous market led to a lot of companies giving up on traditional medicine and moving towards drugs that could be used for play. APT-401 was one of their biggest successes, an injection that would increase libido, decrease inhibition and generally make someone a walking, talking, horny mess! Cunt had wanted to try this drug for some time, but she had no idea where to find it. Well, here it was.
“Okay, step one,” Mistress said, tapping her index finger on her desk. No, she wasn’t asking for money; she had already been paid. She was awaiting the first step of preparation. Cunt reached into the back pocket on her shorts and pulled out her cell phone and placed it on the table. Mistress continued to tap the desk, forcing Cunt to put her purse down as well. Mistress rifled through her purse and, finding her wallet and keys there, put it away with her cellphone. However, Mistress continued to tap at her desk. Cunt knew what to expect, but this was still difficult. She sighed, grabbing at the bottom of her top and pulling it over her head. Going braless caused her luscious breasts to fall out, before she kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her shorts, pulling them down to her ankles and picking them up off the ground. She placed everything on the desk, not awaiting Mistress’ finger tap to also pull down her flimsy panties. Worried about her expensive underwear being destroyed by Mistress, Cunt wore her oldest cheapest pair, expecting that she would get to keep them, but it was obvious that she could not. Despite her outward seeming annoyance, her true feelings were given away when Mistress grabbed her soaking wet panties. She was already massively turned on and nothing had happened yet!
Mistress removed her hand from the desk, using her tapping finger to instead summon Cunt towards her. Cunt was led to another room where she would be prepared for her week to begin. Mistress walked ahead while Cunt looked down. At least that was what she was meant to do: in reality, her eyes were on Mistress’ ass the whole time. She was so engrossed by it, she barely noticed when Mistress ducked into another room. Realizing this one moment too late, Cunt took her best guess and followed Mistress into what she assumed to be the correct room. Well, she was correct, this being confirmed by the fact that Mistress quickly grabbed her, her hands all over Cunt’s supple flesh, pulling her down to the ground and standing above her.
“Did you miss this,” Mistress asked playfully as she shoved her latexed ass into Cunt’s face. “Is this what you want?” She must have been a psychic, because before Cunt could answer, her mouth was full of latex. Thankfully, it wasn’t that way for long, as Mistress quickly unzipped herself, allowing the flesh below to come out and fill Cunt’s mouth. As Mistress began to grind Cunt’s face, she demanded that Cunt use that tongue of hers to make her cum, one more time. The taste of Mistress’ cunt quickly filled her mouth as her tongue began to rub all over clit. Mistress riding her face like a bucking bronco ensured that not only did Mistress get off, but her cum was visible all over Cunt’s face. Previously immaculately made off, she was now a smeared colourful mess, more to Mistress’ liking. As soon as Mistress’ legs stopped trembling, she grabbed Cunt off the ground and took her over her knee.
“This is for waiting too long to come back,” she exclaimed, as she spanked Cunt’s bare ass ten times, then twenty, then thirty, before Cunt lost count and just gave into the punishment, a punishment that seemed to take the form of one spank for every day she had stayed away. When the spanking was over, Cunt was let go to drop on the floor, practically landing on her face. She would soon realize that her face was not the worst place to land, as, without a moment to compose herself she was suddenly picked up and dropped on her sore behind, onto the chair which previously sat Mistress. As she tried to alleviate the pain, she realized that she was being strapped down.
Fuck! The last time she was strapped down in such a chair…and as if like clockwork, the makeup woman walked in again. Surely, she wasn’t here to make her up. What was she doing here?
“Ooh, she’s a mess. A cute mess, but…what did you do to her?” asked the makeup woman.
“None of your business,” Mistress playfully replied, before asking “so, did you manage to get some?”
“Of course, I did,” she replied, putting her briefcase on the table and opening it up. Cunt couldn’t see perfectly but what she saw gave her enough of a hint. A vial and a syringe: APT-401! She had never been as excited as she was now. She didn’t even remember her fear of needles. She was ready to feel it. The makeup woman inserted the syringe into the vial, pulled out just a bit of the drug, prepared it and jabbed it into Cunt’s arm, at once professionally and haphazardly, as if an expert who could not care less. It took all of two seconds for the drug to enter her blood stream and set her off. She had never felt quite so horny before. She had read that the first hour was the most intense and it already showed. She was unbearably horny, as if she had overdosed on orgasms. She suddenly couldn’t take being tied down. She was too horny for her own good and the fucked up thing was that being unable to free herself just made her more aroused. She felt like there was a river between her legs, her cunt soaking with ecstasy.
“Please, please let me go,” she begged. “Please someone fuck me, please put something in my mouth!”
Mistress snapped her finger and one of her submissives walked into the room with a vibrator wand and walked out. Mistress snapped her fingers a second time and a strange man walked into the room. First, he plugged in the vibrator, set it to its highest setting and, using some tape and know-how, placed it directly on Cunt’s clitoris. Then, he pulled down his pants, revealing a raging erection, and forced himself down Cunt’s throat. This was apparently exactly what she needed as she came again and again and again, her pleas going unheard from her blocked mouth. Once he felt himself about to cum, the strange man pulled out of Cunt’s screaming throat and came all over her face, before pulling his pants back on and leaving the room, vibrator still in place. Cunt was still very much aroused, but this stimulation had somehow made her forget that. She was definitely stuck in a conundrum because, while the vibrator was unbearable, removing it would similarly make her unbearably horny. She wanted to beg for relief but didn’t know what to beg for.
Mistress asked the makeup woman if she wanted a turn on Cunt’s face, but she politely declined, preferring to get paid, so she could leave. Upon her exit, Mistress got into Cunt’s face. She wanted to chastise her for not being appealing enough for the makeup woman, but Cunt was more interested in sticking her tongue in Mistress’ mouth or sucking on her tits. Mistress slapped her before unplugging the vibrator and removing her from the seat. Mistress grabbed Cunt by the throat—why was everything she was doing so needlessly hot—and led her to another room, where she pushed her onto the ground. She went into a nearby drawer and pulled out a short skirt. Well, it would be disingenuous to call this a skirt. It was more of a dirty belt, leaving very little to the imagination. She threw it at Cunt. “Put it on,” she said. Cunt wanted to inquire about underwear but immediately realized that that would not be happening. She pulled the skirt up just above her pubic triangle to see how much she could cover: the answer was not much, as shown by the bare feeling of her ass. She then had another article of clothing thrown at her. This looked like a particularly thick rubber band, which she realized was a tube top, seemingly two sizes too small and full of holes. She put it on to realize that it barely covered her tits and nothing else. Thank fuck it was summertime, she thought to herself. She was also very worried that this one thing separating her tits from the real world would fall apart at any moment, but she knew better than to question Mistress.
Mistress reached down to Cunt, but she soon realized that it was just to grab her thick flowing dark hair, which she used to drag her out of the room. She tried repeatedly to get a hand or foot down but soon realized that it was a useless effort, that she had to just let her hair be her handle. At the same time, she could still feel her cunt getting wetter and wetter; she found herself humiliated by the thought of leaving a trail behind herself, like a slug. Ugh, why was she so aroused by all this?
Next thing she knew, she was at the front door. She had assumed she would be taken for a bath, but apparently not. Mistress walked into another room for a while, leaving Cunt standing there, inches from the real world, visible to anyone who might step inside. Her eyes were focused on the door, hoping no one would enter. Every once in a while, a submissive would walk by and see her and fill her with the most exquisite shame imaginable. She knew that her shame was palpable, perhaps even visible, because some of these women wouldn’t just look, but would wolf whistle at her or come over and feel her body. She was in a state of equal parts agony and ecstasy and she wished it would never end.
“Stand up,” Mistress demanded, returning to the room in street clothes, looking very unusual in her casualness. As Cunt stood, she again felt Mistress’ hand around her throat. However, this time, the other hand reached across and pulled down her top. Mistress reached into her pants pocket and pulled out a pair of attached clover clamps, which she placed upon Cunt’s nipples, to act as a leash of sorts. Letting go of her throat and holding onto the clamps instead, Mistress showed that she was confident that Cunt would stay in place. And she did, as Mistress pulled up her skirt, licked her fingers and inserted them into Cunt’s cunt, going in and out as Cunt’s juices flowed down her thighs and sweat fell down her chest. It was a testament to how ridiculously horny Cunt was that she didn’t even notice she was coming. And, as soon as she had, it was over and her leash was used to drag her out into the street. She realized two equally scary things here: first, it was dark out, which meant that she would start her week of horny homelessness in the middle of the night. Second, she realized that she was surrounded by people, people who saw her coming out of what could best be described as a house of ill repute and loose ethics. They probably thought she was a whore. No, worse, they thought she was a loser whore, a whore who had to pay someone else to make her feel like a whore. Oh, god, it was such a good feeling! She wanted to grind on all of their staring, judging faces, but before she could do anything, a van showed up and she was shoved into it by Mistress.
“Okay, so here are the rules,” Mistress said. “First, you are not allowed to go home until the week is over. You will know that the week is over when I come find you. There is a tracker in your skirt, so don’t lose it. Second, you are allowed to beg or do whatever else to earn money. That money can be used for whatever you wish, whether that’s food or clothes or anything else. Third, while you are certainly allowed to say no, you should, on principle, say yes to every sexual proposition, which should be simple enough with that drug coursing through your veins. You will be about this horny for at least a week, so enjoy it. And finally, no mentions of me. You are not involved in some fetish play; you are an insatiable slut. Any questions?”
“Can you please give me one more orgasm, Mistress? Please?” Cunt begged, pathetically.
Mistress was proud of her work but she also had no time for such nonsense, so she simply opened Cunt’s door and kicked her out of the van without a word. Cunt landed on her sore ass and stood up to see herself in a strange part of the city—if this was even the city—all alone. She looked down to see her tits hanging out with clamps on the tips of them. She yelped in embarrassment before stopping herself. Not thinking straight, she pulled the clamps off, causing herself even more pain. She looked around to see that, thankfully, there were no people out and about right now, so she quickly adjusted her tube top and skirt and ran in search of shelter. She finally found herself on a bench in an empty park where she masturbated until she fell asleep from exhaustion. Things were just beginning.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ifrcoc/the_story_of_cunt_ii_day_one