Day Four
Cunt woke up at 6 AM. Remembering the previous morning, she quickly jumped out of bed, naked and bruised, and got down on her knees, ready for Mistress’ arrival. She has no idea what to expect today, but she was prepared for anything. She quickly grabbed her leash, held it out in front of her and waited. The morning preparation submissive showed up, saw her ready and gave her a deep kiss on the mouth, a sign of sorority. Mistress came in with her crop, but was surprised to see Cunt ready. This was the closest that she had come to smiling since Cunt’s arrival. Clearly, her methods were working. As Mistress approached, Cunt once again attempted to lick at her crotch, earning a slap for it. She handed Mistress her leash and they were off.
Cunt crawled into the new room, only to once again recognize it as the dungeon. She began to panic: she had been good, she hadn’t done anything wrong, why was she going to be punished again? Mistress noticed her panicky demeanour and grabbed her by the hair to capture her attention. “I’m not going to punish you unless you give me a reason to,” she said, as she lay her down on the ground and told her to stay. Like a dog, Cunt did as she was told while Mistress walked away, to come back with some rope and that gag of hers. She shoved the gag into her mouth and tied her up, not quite as tight and strict as last time: the point was to keep her immobile on the ground. Mistress leaned over her face as if to sit on it, but, as Cunt prepared for it, she stood back up and spit in her mouth. “You haven’t earned it.”
Mistress walked to the door and let someone in. This woman didn’t look like a submissive. She looked like she knew what she wanted and how to get it. She looked like an R. Crumb drawing if anything, thick in all the right places, nice big tits, nice big ass, but also the biggest, thickest, fullest fucking thighs she had ever seen. She was wearing a low-cut top and a short flowing skirt with no panties, for easier access. She thought she knew where this was going but it was only confirmed when Mistress announced, “welcome to oral training.”
The woman began to saunter over to Cunt, looking into her eyes, knowing she couldn’t get away. Cunt was full of a wonderful mixture of fear and arousal. She saw this new woman place one foot on the other side of her face, squat down and then nothing else. She felt her thighs around her face and ears, her pussy all across her face, her tongue moving all up and down her clit and vulva. It was almost like a case of sensory deprivation; the only awareness that she had was that there was a cunt on her face and that she was going to make it come.
The woman kept riding and riding, moaning and moaning, until Cunt seemingly hit the right spot because she began to ride faster, breathe faster, moan faster, until she screamed “oh, you dirty fucking cunt,” grabbing her own tits as she came all over Cunt’s face. Once, then twice, then three times. Cunt was already good at this in her previous life, but her current state had obviously made her even better. The woman was obviously enjoying herself, because she wasn’t ready to get off. She grabbed Cunt’s big, still bruised tits to indicate her desire to stay here. Cunt let out a pained yelp, but did not stop licking, Four times. Five times. The fifth time had the woman’s legs shaking. She was spent, but she had also enjoyed herself so much, she couldn’t quite get herself off of Cunt’s face. Mistress helped her up to her shaking legs, but the woman went back down to her knees, this time next to Cunt. “I haven’t come like that in years, sweetheart,” she fawned, as she kissed Cunt on the mouth, smeared lipstick, her own pussy juices and all. Then, whether in an act of appreciation or humiliation, she pulled a roll of bills out of her cleavage and shoved it in Cunt’s mouth before slowly leaving the room.
Mistress looked at Cunt for a moment, before removing the bills. She then placed a blindfold over her eyes before untying her. She grabbed her leash and walked her over to…somewhere else in the room. All Cunt knew was that she was now in a device that was keeping her hands and feet restrained to the ground. A moment later, she felt something enter her mouth. It was thick, it was hard and it felt like rubber. It lingered in her open mouth for a few seconds before going in deeper…and deeper…and deeper, until she gagged on it. The gagging didn’t stop it; it stayed in therefor another handful of seconds, before it came back out with a steady stream of drool.
“You seem to have some experience with this, too,” said Mistress, playfully, but she actually didn’t: Cunt was just a natural born slut it seemed. Mistress asked Cunt to pick a number from one to thirty. Cunt said two, taking a guess at what was to happen, but Mistress was one step ahead of her: “thirty? Okay,” she said, as she began thrusting her cock down Cunt’s throat thirty times, before holding it for about ten seconds, all before pulling back out of her throat as best as she could.
“Okay, you clearly need some practice on this,” Mistress said, before “suggesting” a new exercise: “I’m going to shove my cock down your throat for thirty seconds. If you can’t hold it for thirty seconds, you get flogged once for every second.” Cunt did NOT want that, so she tried her best. She made it to thirteen seconds. Seventeen flogs. Cunt heard Mistress’ shoes walking away, returning a moment later. She whipped her bruised, still sore ass seventeen times and said let’s try again.
The cock entered her throat: she made it about twenty-two seconds this time. Eight, said Mistress’ voice behind her. This wouldn’t be an issue if there wasn’t still a cock in her mouth as she was getting whipped. Come to think of it, when she could think between the pain, the current cock in her mouth felt more like flesh than plastic.
Mistress came back forward and removed her blindfold, which brought her face to cock with another person she had never seen before: the most beautiful trans woman she had ever seen. As she looked up, she saw that this woman’s face rivaled that of Mistress, her surgically enhanced tits looked like good fun and her cock, her cock was HUGE! She hadn’t noticed the switch because this woman’s cock was about the same size as an oversized dildo, perhaps even a little bigger. It would be difficult for Cunt to get this cock down her throat without an extra-large gag leading it in. Cunt was smitten and this woman could tell. “Let’s give her one more chance,” she said, before shoving her cock into Cunt’s throat. Making it to ten seconds was simple. At about seventeen seconds, Cunt gagged, but did not let go of the cock. At twenty-two seconds, she gagged again, almost puking, but she held on. At twenty-nine seconds, it felt like it was going to slip out, but she held on for one more second. The cock exited her throat along with all the saliva that had been produced so far. The woman fucking her face quickly grabbed all of the saliva and rubbed it all over her face. This new visage made her rock hard and she decided that she had to come, asking Mistress for permission.
Upon receiving permission, the woman shoved her hard cock into Cunt’s mouth, slowly forcing it down her throat. As it got all the way in, she began pumping, in and out, in and out, ignoring her gagging, her noises, her drooling, her complaints and moans. In and out. In and out. Suddenly, it went in and stayed. Cunt felt a glob of cum go down her throat as the woman pulled out of her throat and came all over her face, before pushing her cock back into her throat and fucking it for a little while longer before she felt emptied out.
“You have got yourself a good one with this slut,” she told Mistress, filling Cunt with pride, on top of the earlier cum. She bent down, gave Cunt a kiss on the forehead and also left the room. Oral training was over. Mistress relieved Cunt for the day. Cunt went to eat and then retired to her room. As she was preparing to sleep, she heard her door creak open. She was expecting one of the submissives from the night before, so she lay herself out on the bed, but it wasn’t a submissive: it was Mistress, standing in the doorway naked!
“I wanted to see what all of these people were talking about,” Mistress said, demanding Cunt to take the position, before climbing onto her face. Cunt knew exactly what to do, eating her out as Mistress rode her face. She really was good at this, but Mistress couldn’t let her get a big head so every time she felt like she might pay her a compliment, she leaned back and smacked her tits or flicked her clit or did something else to make her yelp in pain, to distract from the obvious pleasure she was getting from this. She could feel it coming; this little whore was actually going to make her cum. Mistress came all over her little slut’s face, thanking her by squeezing her nipples as hard as she possibly could, followed by a slap across the face. Cunt wasn’t even hurt by the slaps anymore. She got up to clean up her face, but Mistress demanded that she keeps her face the way it is, so she complied. Cunt went to sleep with her Mistress’ cum slathered all over her face.
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