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”
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.”
April 22, 2011
From now on you are a cunt to be used by me in any way that pleases me. Your pussy is for me to use as I see fit. Do you understand?”
I answered quivering, “yes Master Cock.”
“Good, from this day forward you will wear panties only whether you are inside and outside your home. Tomorrow buy enough panties to last you and throw out any male underwear you have. You are a cunt and your cunt should be covered with panties and only satin panties. And from now on when you go to the bathroom you will sit to pee. Cunts pee and make poopy. You will call your clit a tee-tee like any girl would do. You will no longer buy any magazines other than girl magazines and you will eat like a girl. Do you understand?”
March 1, 2011
Sampson shook his head. “First of all, do girls wear jockey shorts, Jill?”
The boy looked down, shell-shocked. “No.”
“What do they wear instead?”
“Panties,” he whispered softly.
Sampson nodded and pulled from the bag a pair of pink cotton panties, handing them to Jill. “Put on your pretty new panties Jill.”
The boy took them, eyes downcast. Obediently he slipped them on. The close-fitting bikini panties covered his midsection.
“And what else do girls wear underneath their clothes Jill?” he pressed.
But Jill didn’t answer now. Instead he sat across from him in his pink panties, looking away, realizing at last that he would be wearing panties from now on.
February 15, 2011
“I said suck it, bitch, suck it hard!”
Then he told me. Step by step, instructing me in the finer points of cock sucking, slowly forcing it deeper and deeper into my mouth. There was no way I could take all nine inches of his cock, or so I thought.
“You going to need some training, but I’m sure that in a few weeks you’ll be able to take all of it. For a beginner you’re doing a good job. Just keep sucking like that, it feels good.” Suddenly I knew he meant to make me his sex slave. Seeing the terrifying prospect of spending my spare time on my hands and knees servicing this man’s sexual appetite. I jerked back, appalled at the idea.
“NO! Please. Don’t,” I begged.
“Don’t? Don’t what? Fuck your mouth any more?” He said, laughing. “All right then. I’ll fuck your ass.” It wasn’t what I meant, but he didn’t care. With that he grabbed my arm, forcing it behind my back. With a little additional pressure he pushed my head to the floor. “Stay there bitch or I’ll beat you again.”
January 27, 2011
“Now say, Daddy, Sissy-Chrissie is sorry for being such a stupid little bimbo.”
“D-daddy, S-Sissy-Chrissie is s-sorry for b-being such a -s-s-tupid little bimbo.” I knew why Sandra hated this bastard so much. He was one evil motherfucker. But Sandra could leave and I could not. The bastard owned me for a year. And if this was any indication, it was going to be a very long year.
“Don’t pout so Sissy-Chrissie. I think even a dumb little cheating bimbo like you can think of a better use for those pouting lips, can’t you?”
I stared in disbelief. Surely he wouldn’t. I shook my head. No -no – no.
“When I ask Sissy question, Sissy is always to answer.” He closed his eyes.
No I couldn’t bear it. Not another tug. I tried to fight him but it was useless. My hand reached down, grabbed the piercing and tugged. Pain wracked my body and I screamed.
“S-sissy-C-chrissie can think of a better use for her lips,” I forced out.