October 23, 2014
Now she was completely hairless except for the hair on her head.
“Turn around facing me and kneel down, bitch.” Zeke ordered.
Chrissie did as she was told.
“Now you look like the sissy you are.” Zeke sneered. “What are you, bitch?” Zeke demanded.
“I’m a faggot.” Chrissie sobbed.
“Who owns you?”
“I belong to Daddy.”
“Yes, you little whore. You belong to Daddy and Daddy’s going to mark you as his property.” Zeke said. And grabbing his now flaccid cock, he aimed it at Chrissie’s chest and began to piss on her.
July 29, 2014
‘How will you act when I’m here boy?’
‘Like a faggot Sir,’ trying hard to sound as faggy as I can.
‘And if someone else if here boy?’
‘I will still act like I’m a fag Sir.’
‘Why is that boy?’
‘Because I’m a fag Sir.’
‘Good boy.’ You let me loose. ‘Go get me a drink faggot.’
I prance out of the room trying to walk like a fag. My ass still feels on fire.
I come back with your drink. Head down, I extend my hands. ‘For you Sir.’
He takes the drink from me. His finger lifts my chin making me look at him, his stare intense, penetrating. ‘Why are you still standing faggot?’
I move to my knees quickly. ‘I’m sorry Sir.’ Head down, knees spread.
October 30, 2013
Thirdly, we have full control and access over you and everything you
own. Your house, your clothes, your car, everything. Is that clear? Are you
keeping up you sissy faggot? Go on tell me that the sissy faggot
understands and agrees to comply with everything I’ve said so far”
Tears were welling up in the corner of my eyes as the bleak future promised
by his, no by my new orders, was so clearly painted. I resolved not to let
them see me cry, it would serve me on purpose, and would only serve to
emphasis their hold and superiority over me at this time. I followed the
only course open to me. “Yes… yes, I agree.”
“Not good enough cunt. I told you to tell me the sissy faggot understands
and complies with everything Master Sam has said. . In fact beg me! Go on,
beg me to let the sissy faggot do everything Master Sam and Master Jim
want, beg me to use and abuse you and all your stuff. Go on cunt, beg me”
February 9, 2013
I laughed at him. “Does my little cocksucking girlie boy want daddy’s dick in her mouth?” I teased him.
He squeezed his eyes tightly closed and shuddered, but then whispered, “Please, daddy, I… I wanna suck it. I wanna… I wanna suck your big cock, please.”
I reached out and pinched his earlobe with my fingernails. “You know what that makes you, Punk?” I asked him, my voice gentle.
Punk groaned but said, a mixture of misery and lust in his whimpering voice, “A little faggot… I’m a little cocksucking faggot… I like to suck dicks, daddy… plah… please…”
May 15, 2012
“Does your little roommate know what a little slut you are? Because if you don’t send me a text of you sucking his dick by the end of the month I think we’ll have a little party the following weekend” and with that he thrusts up carrying me up off the floor and and into the wall. pushing me up against the wall while he hammers into me. He grabs me around the throat, choking me, and asks right into my ear in-between breaths “whose slut are you? You’re my little fuck meat and anyone I hear of you with outside of your work becomes the same, and then you work from home. Now say it!”
“Yes, daddy I’m your little fuck puppet, please fill me with your love juice.” I croak out. It hurts, but what all makes it worse is that is when I cum.
February 26, 2012
“Pick your bowl up and kneel in front of me,” he commands.
I do as he orders.
“Higher,” he corrects me. “Put your chin right against the side of the bowl with your lips just above the top.”
The tears are streaking down my cheeks as I obey.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Now open your mouth real wide and stick out your tongue.”
I want to protest. He gave me a choice and I clearly choose the food bowl and not my mouth for his deposit. I resist for a second then open my mouth. I feel like such a pussy. Just a few seconds ago I told myself I would never let him cum into my mouth. Yet here I am like a baby bird waiting for its supper.
“Oh, daddy’s going to give you plenty of protein,” Dean Miller says as he jacks harder on his dick. “Oh! Here it comes!”
I look on in shock as a huge blast of white cum fires out of the end of his dick and hits the dog food just inches from my face. Some of it splashes off the food and sprinkles my tongue and lips but not much. He fires 4 more equally impressive blasts that do the same. By the time he is done the dog food is absolutely soaked. Amazingly, less than a half teaspoon seems to have gotten into my mouth.
“Good girl,” he praises again. “You can finish your breakfast now. Don’t stop until that bowl is spotless.”
October 20, 2011
“Maybe if you are good, Master will let you suck his cock someday sweetie,” she tells me. She throws me a kiss and leaves the room.
The dom stands there looking at me. Even after coming, his cock looks big, hanging there above those big balls. He sees me looking at it.
“Well Stevie, having fun?” he asks as his hand reaches down and strokes his cock.
A drop of cum comes out and he wipes it off with a finger and moves over to me and bring his finger to my mouth. I just stare at his finger as he brings it to my lips and rubs cum all over my lips.
“You will learn to crave cum boy, not be able to get it out of your mind,” he states coldly. “I don’t know Sir, this is different than what I expected, I don’t know if I can do this,” I tell him, confused and unsure of what is happening.