Day Six
Cunt awoke once early once again. However, unlike every other day, today she woke to a note stuck to her mirror. She rolled out of bed and walked over to her mirror, staying close to the ground out of fear that this is all a trick and she would need to get on her knees in a split second. She took the note off her mirror and reads it: it was a list of instructions. It instructed her to look for a box under her bed. She crawled back to her bed and indeed, there the box was, itself containing a new set of instructions. First, Cunt was to bind her own chest and crotch. Then, she was to put the contained gag in her mouth, the contained clover clamps on her nipples and the contained buttplug up her ass. She was to then take the handcuffs and cuff her hands behind her back. She looked for instructions on when Mistress would come for her, but there was nothing there. What if she did all this and ended up having to sit there in pain for hours? Could she afford to wait? If Mistress walked in and she was unready, there would likely be at least as much pain. After a bit of deliberation, Cunt just did what she was told. She tied her tits tight, put in the plug, pulled the ropes uncomfortably tight through her lips and crack, placed the gag in her mouth and put the clamps on her erect nipples. All that was left was to cuff herself, so she did. She then sat there, waiting, uncomfortable. She didn’t know how long she was waiting but it felt like a long time before the door creaked open and Mistress entered the room. Except it wasn’t Mistress. It wasn’t even A Mistress. A man stood before her, nude from the waist down. This was absolutely a strange experience to her, but she was quite helpless at the moment. She thought to quickly get to her feet but before she could even consider it, the man had his hands on her shoulders, holding her in place. She was prepared for the obvious to happen, but it didn’t: instead, he just pissed all over her face! Well, she certainly didn’t miss anything about this, but she also couldn’t do anything about it, so she just waited for the man to relieve himself and leave.
Surely that was part of today, right? There wasn’t some crazy man roaming the halls of this building? That question was answered by the arrival of Mistress, who appeared to be thanking someone on her way in, where she grabbed the chain on Cunt’s clamps and used it as a leash to once again lead her to the dungeon.
“Okay, Cunt. Consider this the dress rehearsal,” said Mistress, looking at her nude party, “figuratively speaking, of course.” She then used the clamp chain to lift Cunt to her feet, losing the hold on one nipple in the process. “Oops,” she said playfully, before placing the clamp right back where it was. Cunt was uncuffed momentarily before her cuffs were attached to the ceiling above her. Her feet were then bound together. She was obviously going to be here a while.
Mistress walked to her cupboard of doom, returning with a box and a flogger. The flogger would have filled her with dread on a good day, but this was doubled when she saw the inside of the box: it was full of clothespins, dozens of them, hundreds! The pins were slowly and meticulously placed all over her: around her clamped nipples, up and down her tits, around her armpits, down her stomach, up her back, up and down her arms, up and down her thighs, all over her ass and a few especially painful ones across her perineum. She was now a human pin cushion and she knew that there was no fun way to get rid of all of them. Mistress, being the creative soul she was, had just managed to find an especially unfun way to do it.
“Lean your head back,” said Mistress forcefully before throwing her hand back. Cunt had no choice but to comply seconds before she felt the flogger come down on her back, sending a flurry of clothespins tearing off her back, loosening a scream from her lips muffled by the big red ball. Mistress again threw her hand back, this time coming down on her stomach. She continued this, whipping her toy across the pits, between the thighs and across her ass, until all the pins were gone. Well, almost all. Mistress changed her focus to Cunt’s crotch, flicking the flogger between her legs, causing the pins on her perineum to fall one by one, squirm by squirm, squeal by squeal. All that remained now were the pins keeping the clovers company on her tightly bound breasts. This would surely be something to remember, mostly from the overnight throbbing and not the good kind. Mistress leaned back and came down on the right breast, sending pins and screams flying. That may well have been the most painful experience of her life, but Mistress was already making plans to top it, as the left breast received the same treatment. Unfortunately, the clamps would not come off this easily and Mistress obviously had no plans to take them off, as she walked away for another implementation of cruelty, returning with a candle, a cigarette, a match and…a flip flop?
Before Cunt could even consider the implementation of the latter object, Mistress was uncuffing her from the ceiling to cuff her to the ground, positioning her so that she can only rotate like a pig on a spit. She then stood above her and lit her candle, slightly askew, above Cunt. The candle began to drip all over her naked flesh, while Mistress lit the cigarette and took a puff.
With the cigarette in her mouth, Mistress bent over Cunt and sat directly on her bound tits, eliciting yet another muffled scream. Mistress tired of these screams, so she silenced her the only way she knew how. She sat on her face and quieted her while taking turns dripping the candle wax on her most sensitive body parts and running the lit cigarette across her body, imprisoning her screams deep inside her nether regions.
Eventually, she grew bored of this and realized that her whore was now messy, so she cleaned it the only way she knew how: by beating the wax off her body with the flip flop. The footwear was used to stamp her tits, her crotch and her stomach until nary a drop of wax remained. Mistress then flipped Cunt over and beat her ass for good measure, mostly because she could. Mistress considered fucking Cunt’s asshole, but decided against it for a vague reason before ungagging her and demanding another orgasm from her hungry tongue. Cunt had been so well programmed that pain made her hungry, so she had at her, making her cum in record time. Cunt was spent but she just kept going. Mistress seemed to be trying to break her, but every new torture just exhilarated her more, made her more hungry to serve. The more she was broken, the better she functioned! After whipping her with a variety of implements and making her feel every kind of pain she could imagine, Mistress threw her hand back and slapped Cunt in the face as hard as she could. Cunt’s face practically swelled up in the shape of a hand, but she turned right back around as if to ask for another. Mistress finally confirmed what Cunt had already assumed. “You’re ready.” She was untied to her great disappointment. She was ready to go further. She didn’t want to go back to her room.
“Don’t worry,” Mistress told her, “you will get your fill.” Cunt declined a meal that night and instead returned to her room earlier than usual. She stood in front of her mirror and admired her battle scars. Every bruise, discolouration, pinked skin, swelling, they were like medals from a perverse army. She looked at her face, slightly swollen from the slaps. She was still hot, but messy as fuck. She looked like the hottest crack whore alive. She also probably smelled awful, of piss and sweat, but the smell was part of the appeal of her submission. After trying to make her ass bruises darker, Cunt tired herself out and went to bed.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f7xxg8/the_story_of_cunt_day_six_serial_bdsm_forced
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