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Moving This Blog

In the last several months my account had been used by both me and my master. Unfortunately he didn't really get the subtleties of why I share what I share, or how I pick it. I only followed and shared blogs that coupled the sexy gifs we all love with great captions/short stories. Now w my following section is filled with so many 'gif only' blogs that it's impossible to really clean up. That's why I'm moving from humiliatedpuppy-slut to humiliatedpuppyslut

For the first few days to weeks I'm not adding to its content, just reordering my favorite pages some until I'm finished moving. I just wanted to let my fans know for now that that it the page to message me on if they'd like to chat, not this one.

All my perverted lust,

Puppy-Slut

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Reblog if you want your inbox filled with hypnosis stuff, anywhere from pics to gifs to spirals to videos and more!!!

Cuz believe me, I know I do

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Yes.

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My Brother's (part 2)

(continuation of http://humiliatedpuppy-slut.tumblr.com/post/130968989170/my-brothers)

I stood looking out through the bay window wondering if anyone would see me. Only a few people had passed and none had looked at the house, let alone seen me. If they had, they would've seen me, naked from the waist up, wearing only a skirt. What the skirt prevented from being seen from the front (but perhaps could be seen from the rear as the back hem of the skirt was still tucked into the waistband) was the cum currently seeping out of me and slowly dripping down the inside of my legs. For the record, that is NOT a pleasant sensation. It isn't sexy. It isn't comfortable. I wanted to go to a bathroom and clean-up. However, the thought that it was my brother's cum was such a deliciously dirty thought more than made up for it. Our parents had just left for a long weekend and Josh and had not wasted any time. Josh had started fucking me at the front window before Dad had even finished backing the car out of the driveway. It wasn't the first time Josh and had had sex with each other but all the prior times were quick stolen minutes here and there, now and then, and with the constant concern of being caught. When Dad announced that he would be taking Mom for a weekend getaway, Josh and I knew we could finally indulge ourselves as much as we wanted. Still, we didn't discuss just what we would do. Josh, it seemed, had at least a few very definite ideas. After he’d came, he pulled my shirt off of me and told me to stay in front of the window until he came back. I don't know how long it’d been when I heard him enter the room from behind me. Turning to face him, I leaned against the corner-edge of the bay window, my hands behind me gripping the corner, and took a deep breath which caused my breasts to 'point' at him. My legs stretched before with my feet about shoulder-width apart. Josh had changed clothes and was now wearing a pair of gym shorts and the sort of tank-top he sometimes wore when exercising. For all that he was a couple of years younger than me, damn he looked hot. He was eating an apple and paused in chewing to look me up-and-down. As his gaze moved over me, I felt myself getting flushed. After a moment, he resumed chewing, swallowing enough to finally say, "Jesus, sis, you have got to be the hottest girl in our school." I smiled and pushed away from the wall, stalking across the room towards him. "Well then, aren't you the lucky one." Josh grinned and asked, "Oh? Why is that?" "'Cause the only thing the 'hottest girl in our school' wants to do right now is suck your cock." "Who am I to deny the hottest girl in school?' I reached out for his shorts when he stopped me. "Hang on." He unfastened my skirt and tugged it down over my hips until it dropped to the floor. "Don't think you'll be needing that." Stepping out of the skirt, I grabbed onto his shorts and dropped to my knees tugging his shorts down just enough to free his cock. As soon as the head bobbed up in front of me, I wrapped my lips around it and drove the head to the back of my mouth. Josh groaned in response. I loved to hear him groan. I loved it that I was the reason he made such sounds. I pulled my back and sucked hard while flicking my tongue along the under side of his cock, trying to get him to moan again. I was vaguely aware of Josh fumbling with something on side of his leg or his shorts. When I started blowing him, I had closed my eyes. I was now aware of flashes of light hitting my lids. Looking up, I realized Josh had pulled his phone from his pocket and was taking photos of me. Grinning around his cock, I looked up into the lens and made a series of poses, all with his cock in my mouth. I knew Josh had a small but growing collection of dirty photos of me to which he now added several more shots. The flash was starting to cause me to see spots. Then the light went on and stayed on while I bobbed on his cock. After a few moments, I pulled him out of my mouth to ask, "Are you taking a video?" "Mmm-hmmn." I looked up right into the camera, holding his cock at my chin: "I…LOVE…sucking…my BROTHER'S…cock!" I then steadily drove his cock all the way back into my mouth while keeping my eyes on the camera. The head of his cock pressed against the back of my mouth. I pulled back and the drove it in again, several times, each time pressing it harder and harder against the entrance to my throat until the head finally pushed through. I pulled his cock all the way out, gasping for air, and then drove it back into my mouth again. At some point the light on Josh's camera had switched off and I heard my own voice, "I…LOVE…sucking…my BROTHER'S…cock!" Looking up again I saw Josh had turned his phone around and was playing the video so I could see it. He had it on repeat. I had never seen myself doing anything sexual. Not like this. Hearing and watching me while I sucked Josh added a level of eroticism that turned me on even more. I blew him with a ravenous hunger. After only a bit more, Josh had enough. He tossed the phone aside onto a nearby easy-chair, grabbed my shoulder and hauled me up but only enough to push me back onto the couch suck that my back was mostly on the seat and my ass hung nearly off. "Oh, what's a matter? Did I get my little brother overly excited?" Josh grabbed my legs by the shins and raised and pushed them so that my thighs were pressed to my torso and my knees near my shoulders. My pussy was very exposed and felt as though it could be dripping. I felt the head of Josh's cock bump against my pussy lips. "Don't call me 'little'!" "Aw, is my LITTLE brother gonna fuck me now with his BIG cock," I teasingly asked. I knew I was asking for it. HE knew I was asking for it. Josh didn't answer. Verbally. He drove into me hard and fast with an almost desperate brutality, pinning me against the couch with his body. His hips pistoned madly as he furiously pounded me. I had been seeing spots—now I was seeing stars. We were both moaning and gasping. Occasionally, I could still hear my recorded voice from his phone over the sounds of our fucking. Josh hand released one leg and wrapped around my neck. He pressed his chest down lowering his face close to mine, his hips never slowing. "Whose slut are you?" He panted the question into my face. I couldn't answer but for unintelligible sounds I made at each thrust. "Whose slut are you?" I wrapped my legs around his waist and finally found my voice. "I'm…my BIG…brother's…slut! …I'm…my BIG…brother's…whore!" I repeated that over and over until my orgasm robbed me of my ability to speak. Josh came inside me moments later. It took a bit for us to catch our breath. Our bodies were covered a sheen of sweat. When I could talk again I asked, "What time is it?" Josh looked at me perplexed. "How long have Mom and Dad been gone?" Josh glanced over at the clock on the wall. "I dunno. 'Bout an hour, hour-and-a-half or so. Why?" I grinned up at him. "Gone less than ninety minutes and you've already cum in me twice. Think you can keep up that pace ALL weekend?"

In search of, help wanted

Master is seeking someone in the Central Maryland area who could loan:

Breast pumps or milking machine

an uncastraited horse

An intact large male dog

#taboo fantasy

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Besides trying to reprogram my fuckpups mind, reading her messages, and some overdue watersports for punishment, what should i do with her?

Questions from Master

Master is always coming up with new ideas for our fun, the latest being his desire to see me pleasing strange cocks without any knowledge of who is attached to them. We want to hear any stories people have of similar experiences, and any tips people have about arranging such things. So, any insights?

luna-disapproves

Looks like we’re late to the party, this little slut is so full of cum that she’s ready to burst. She’s been getting fucked like this for hours, one boy after another, until nearly every student, teacher and school maintenance worker has had a chance to drain their balls into her wet, sloppy cunt. By now her belly is a huge, sloshy mix of cum from hundreds of different dicks, with millions of sperm futilely searching for her saturated ovaries. When they finally set her down there’s going to be a huge gush of cum rushing out of her well used pussy, quickly deflating that massive, jiggling cum bubble of a belly, but that won’t happen anytime soon. The first boys who fucked her are already waiting for their second turn. At this rate it’s more likely that all that cum is going to start gurgling out of her gaping mouth and cute little nose and blank eyes, streaking down her cheeks like tears while she moans and cums over and over like the good breeding pig she is. What an eager little cum dump.

Master’s Request

My Master would like to know what dirty thoughts my lovely followers have on how to further his reprogramming of this brainless bimbo fuckpup. What can you delightfully depraved ideas can you all come up with?

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I figured that everyone might want to see a bit of what I’ve been reading lately, this list just keeps growing and the stories are ever more interesting. The vast majority are highly sexual, some are just badass with a touch of smut.

#books #amreading #wattpad

Puppy Slut’s Return

First I should say sorry to my many followers for letting things stagnate, I just got wrapped up in all the awesome dirty stories I’ve been reading the past few months. I also have reconnected with my former Master recently, and he’s both restaked his claim on me as well as decided he’d like to see this blog continue, so who am I to refuse him?

Since he an I have reconnected he wants to start my training in earnest. Our time before was rather short and now that we are trying again it seems he’s determined to condition me into his “Brainless, mindless bimbo fuckpup”. So, as instructed, I fisted myself for 30 minutes before I could cum, and now I’m writing the lines I’ve been asked to write for him.

I love my Master. I am Masters’s brainless bimbo fuckpup.

This concludes my Master’s first assignment, I get the feeling it’s just the first of many tasks that he’ll insist I share here, so stay tuned, seems this bitch is back!

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To Love and Possess- Chapter 1

It was raining again, and Jakobe huddled in the dark doorway with his arms crossed and a damp cigarette dwindling between his dry lips. Even with the door closed behind him he could hear the soft moans and intermittent cries of pleasure, and as they rose in fervor he curled in a little tighter on himself, trying not to think about the beautiful demon he was guarding, and his friend’s blonde bimbo prey. He knew that working girls were the safest targets, but after everything Orthon had done for him it was heartbreaking to see him living in the human equivalent of McDonald’s.

Growing up he’d heard plenty of stories about demons and hell in church, but his hell had been at home, and his demons had been his father and brothers. As the youngest and prettiest he’d taken massive abusive, and he’d been laying on the floor in the cellar sometime long after a particularly brutal session when he’d felt cold hands touch his naked legs in the pitch blackness. At first he’d been sure it was death himself there to claim him, and a deep rumbling voice had spoken to him in a language he didn’t understand. It had gone through several languages before finally finding one where its question of, “boy, can you understand me?” made sense, and Jakobe had made a feeble attempt at saying “yes.”

His memories after that were calm and hazy, and the next thing he had really been aware of was painfully blinding light and the smell of smoke, and a feeling of weightlessness, and finally nothing at all. There had been many days of blissful nothing, and when he had finally awoken he’d found himself laying inside the same small, shabby house he was now guarding, with a dark haired man decorated with coins and bangles trying to get him to drink water. Even at only 8 years old he’d known at once that he loved his handsome, unusual savior, even after he’d noticed the horns and claws and glowing eyes. Orthon was never anything but loving and platonic towards him, though, doting on him like his own child. They lived in a lavish house just outside the city, and enjoyed the finest things.

The trade was that Jakobe lured women to this shack for Orthon to prey on, and then dropped them off back in the world, staged to seem like they’d just passed out drunk. It was a tortuous job when all he wanted was for Orthon to prey on HIM instead, but when he heard the faint bell he spit the cigarette butt from his mouth and opened the car door in front of him before darting inside to grab the girl. She was still moaning with pleasure and mumbling incoherently in her sleep but Jakobe wrapped her in a blanket, scooped her up and carried her out to the car. He felt Orthon’s hand brush his shoulder as he went by but pretended he hadn’t, and he silently got in the car and drove away.

He wanted to dump her somewhere awful out of spite, but having endured years of abusive he couldn’t bring himself to make someone else suffer just to feel better himself. He dropped her off on the covered steps of a women’s shelter, blanket and all, and then hurriedly got back into the car and drove away. Back at the shack Orthon was waiting for him out front, and he quickly got into the passenger seat.

“Dreadful weather tonight. You didn’t get too wet dropping her off, did you?”

Orthon’s hand stroked his hair and patted his jacket to check, and Jakobe had to fight back a frustrated moan.

“No, I’m fine, and I dropped her at a women’s shelter, so she’ll be fine.”

Orthon’s laugh was dark and melodious and it made Jakobe’s whole body burn with need.

“You’re so considerate, Jakobe. That’s why I admire you so much; you’re kind hearted, and you think of things I never would.”

Unexpectedly, Orthon’s hand came to rest on his thigh, and the surge of heat it sent through his body was so distracting that he nearly drove them straight off the bridge they were crossing. Thankfully he didn’t do that, but he did gasp softly under his breath and squirm a little, and the hand abruptly abandoned him. He felt dazed. Orthon had never touched him like that before, and suddenly Jakobe realized that his cock was so hard that it felt ready to burst out of his pants.

Thankfully the rest of the ride home was silent, and he dropped Orthon off at the front door before going to park the car in the garage with the others. He stalled for as long as he could, but no matter what he thought of his cock just would not go down, and he finally had to just tuck its aching, hypersensitive length up into the waistband of his pants. Unfortunately that left the tip exposed, trapped against his stomach and covered only by his thin shirt, but it was the best he could do at the moment.

Inside the house he found the fireplace roaring with red and blue flames, and he went to the kitchen to grab a snack before going up to bed. Suddenly, very close behind him, Orthon said, “Jakobe, come with me. We need to talk.”

Jakobe’s heart plummeted and suddenly he was trembling all over. Orthon had never said that before, but Jakobe had seen enough movies to know that was never a good thing. Sure enough, when he turned around he found Orthon’s face stern and his shoulders squared, but Jakobe had no choice but to follow him upstairs. He thought they might go to the library, or the upstairs parlor, but instead Orthon stopped in front of the heavy black door to the one room Jakobe had never been allowed to enter before. Now he was really scared. Was Orthon going to kill him?

The door creaked open, and smoke and red light poured out into the hall. It smelled like incense and blood, and as they entered he realized the air itself had a viscous, dreamlike quality to it. The room was done all in shades of orange and red, and seals with different runes hung from every wall. The floor and ceiling were absolute black, and it created an eerie sense that they were floating in nothingness, protected only by the walls and seals. Orthon sat down on a plush red couch and Jakobe followed, perching uncomfortably on the edge. He had thought his raging erection would have subsided by now, but it was still going strong.

“Jakobe… as much as it pains me to say this, I think it’s time for you to move out and rejoin the human world.”

Jakobe’s whole being seemed to crumble, and he stared in scared disbelief at the sad but firm expression of the demon he treasured far more than his own life. No… no this couldn’t be happening.mHe felt sick with fear and panic and he quickly shook his head, trying to force back his tears and mounting horror. How could this be happening?

“No… no! Please, Orthon, I.. I..” he was crying, and he hadn’t planned what to say before he started the sentence, but when Orthon sadly finished for him with, “have been affected by my thrall. I’ve tried to be so careful, but I think you’ve reached the age where it’s unavoidable,” Jakobe knew that that wasn’t what he’d meant to say at all.

The panic he’d been starting to feel was abating, replaced by recklessness. He had no intention of leaving Orthon or returning to the human world, so if honesty lead to death now he didn’t care. If he couldn’t be with Orthon, then he’d rather just be dead, so he grabbed one of the tightly curled fists in Orthon’s lap and held it while he said, “no… I love you. I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you, and every moment since then.” Orthon’s eyes were wide with disbelief and he tried to jerk his hand back, but Jakobe refused to let go. “Every night I’ve brought you food, and then I’ve taken the girls back when you’re done, but every time I hear you fucking them I just want to cry. I… I wish you’d just feed on me instead!”

Orthon wasn’t trying to get away anymore, but he didn’t look convinced either.

“Jakobe… I..” The fist Jakobe was holding relaxed, and curled to hold his hand while he said, “I can’t. I.. I could never feed on you. When I found you, you were so hurt, so broken. You had lost so much of your soul that you were about to die, and I’ve done everything I can to help restore it. I can’t bring myself to take any of it from you again. I can smell your desire, though, and I fear that if you don’t leave now I will lose my restraint.”

Losing his restraint was exactly what Jakobe wanted him to do though, and now that he knew how close to victory he was his tactic changed. He smiled, shifting closer and rubbing up against the demon while he whispered, “please lose your restraint, Orthon? Please don’t push me away… look at how much I need you…”

Jakobe pulled up his shirt, teasingly showing off the few inches of red, leaking, painfully hard cock sticking out of the top of his pants. As he’d hoped, Orthon looked absolutely stunned and ravenous at the sight, and Jakobe leaned back on the couch. He smiled invitingly, unbuttoning his pants and spreading his legs while he said, “you look hungry, Orthon. Please don’t push me away, I want you to fuck me and feed on me like you do to all those stupid sluts. You’ve deprived yourself for so long… please feed on me?”

Orthon’s restraint visibly stretched thinner with each word, until finally he pounced. The movement was faster than Orthon could see, and he went from sitting there with his cock half out, to naked on his back beneath Orthon in what seemed like an instant. Jakobe’s heart leapt with excitement, and his cock audibly thumped against his stomach. The demon’s eyes were beginning to glow, his fangs lengthening, his face distorting, and when he growled, “there’s a difference between feeding and fucking. Which do you want, love?” there was an otherworldly echo to the words. His heart was pounding in his throat, and he was so completely consumed with need that all he could do was whimper a soft, “both?”

Orthon laughed, using one hand to pin Jakobe’s both over his head so he could stroke his naked chest and stomach unobstructed, slowly working down towards Jakobe’s cock. It was twitching and leaking on his stomach, seemingly only a few strokes away from cumming. The moment that cold, tingly hand closed around his cock something started to happen, though; there was a weird shift, a heightening of sensation, dizziness, and then he found himself sitting up on the couch, seemingly alone. For a moment he panicked, but then a hand was on his cock again, only somehow everything was different.

Jakobe cried out with shock and confusion, trembling almost violently from the most profound pleasure he’d experienced. It felt like he was drowning in it, but then he heard Orthon whisper, “shhhhh sit back… relax… or do you want me to stop?”

As his senses returned a little, Jakobe looked down and realized his body was not entirely his own; his underlying physique remained, but his hands looked like Orthon’s, his skin was a different color, his ginger hair now black, he was wearing the protective bangles and coins that tethered Orthon to the human world, and his cock was absolutely huge. Somehow it was like they had fused together, and when a hand started stroking his cock again he cried out, trying to find something to hold onto because it felt as if he might sink entirely into this consuming pleasure. He could hear the sound of upholstery ripping, but it seemed a world away. He realized that at first sight he seemed to be touching himself, but neither the hand nor the massive cock were his own, even though he could feel them both.

“This is how I feed, Jakobe. I didn’t fuck any of those girls.. I possessed them, and then I did this…” he leaned forward, and Jakobe realized that he was actually possessed. He was moving too, getting closer and closer to their cock. Their mouth opened and a forked tongue slid out to greet the leaking head, swirling and licking and tasting the hot, bitter, inky black liquid that was starting to dribble out until he was moaning incoherently with the need to cum. To him it tasted kind of bad, but Orthon moaned and started sucking harder, working the shaft with both hands.

“Mmmmm Jakobe… even the darkness in your soul… tastes sweet…” he was slobbering all over their cock hungrily, working it deep and deeper down their throat. It was an impossibly strange sensation feeling his cock sucked deeper and deeper while also feeling his throat expand to accommodate it. Then Orthon started forcing them further down onto their shared cock, working it harder and deeper than Jakobe had imagined possible, until he felt the head breech the entrance to their stomach. His eyes went wide with shock, and when Orthon started sucking he came immediately, shrieking and convulsing inside while Orthon hungrily devoured the liquified piece of his soul that was spurting out of their cock, straight into his demon belly.

It seemed to go on forever, long enough that he wondered if Orthon had lost his self control and was going to devour him entirely, but finally they sat back, gasping hard for breath, and as their bodies parted Jakobe flopped sideways onto the couch, trembling and moaning and rubbing his somehow still hard cock on the cushion under him. He felt too tired to speak aloud, but somehow Orthon still seemed to hear him beg, “please fuck me… please… please I need it.. please…”

There was a disbelieving laugh and strong hands gripping his hips, shifting him over so his ass was in the air. He was sure he was about to get what he wanted, but instead of a cock against his asshole he felt the soft, smooth slide of Orthon’s forked tongue licking and rubbing, probing the hole that despite being thoroughly stretched in the past was now tight from years without being fucked.

“Not tonight, little one. If this is really what you want then we won’t be rushing. I won’t fuck you until I’m confident your pussy is trained well enough to take my entire cock without hurting you.”

The mouth worshipping his asshole didn’t stop, and Jakobe realized the voice had been in his head. Even though their bodies had separated, it was like a piece of Orthon was still inside him. Another piece soon joined, when the demon tongue pressed through the tight ring of muscle and into his hungry, clenching hole. He moaned helplessly, biting the cushion and arching his ass up higher, desperate for more. The tongue slowly pressed deeper and deeper, writhing and pulsing and thrusting inside him until he came violently and abruptly, his untouched cock twitching and pulsing freely as his balls drained all over the couch. For a moment he worried that Orthon would be angry, but when the tongue slid out of his ass he felt himself shifted around a little, and soon heard the sounds of his cum getting slurped off of the upholstery.

He wanted to watch, or see if he could make Orthon cum too, but consciousness was quickly fading away.

“Alright, love, time for bed…” Orthon kissed his cheek, and with the last of his strength Jakobe grabbed him and dragged him closer until their mouths were clumsily pushed together. Orthon tried to break away but Jakobe held on, thrusting his tongue inside to feel the sharp teeth and forked tongue, which seemed to have returned to its normal length. He kissed Orthon for as long as he could, until the demon finally broke away with a soft laugh and said, “That’s enough. Time for bed, little devil.”

His arms slid under Jakobe and picked him up, but Jakobe was already asleep, drifting into sweet dreams of dark hair and soft hands, sharp teeth and hard cock, and visions of the day when he would finally get to be fucked by the demon he’d spent his life longing for. ———- Request: a demon boy who feeds on girls is approached by a human male friend who says he should feed only on him from now on, and is at some point tied up.

Chapter 2 will have the tying up

Claiming of the Demon King (ICS Book One) (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/prxfghKXtt Sebastian sniffed the air, sorting through thousands of scents until he caught hers. Soft, sweet. His inner demon roared as desire hit him hard. Fuck! A deep growl fell from his lips. "I want her."

I have been thoroughly enjoying this story, it’s got a touch of cuteness, is insanely sexy and pretty damn funny too!

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enigmamre

Brandi and Trixi had four advanced degrees between them. A couple of dozen published papers. And a desire to play edging games. Every orgasm costs them some a bit of plastic surgery. And at first they resisted, holding out quite a while for permission. But that’s the thing. The edging took it’s toll on their minds. Made it hard to focus. Hard to think. Hard to remember that the last orgasms they got were ruined. Just like the ones before. Just like most of the promises I make them. But despite all of that, they are happier then they ever were before.

enigmamre

This is a little darker then my usual stuff. Just a heads up.

She hadn’t wanted to be a bimbo. Melodi wasn’t even naturally submissive. Hell, she had a successful Tech IPO at age 29. With her company sold, she had even started talking about her political aspirations. That’s what made her such a fun target. Being submissive wasn’t in her nature.

It took a little time to earn her trust. She liked her men submissive. And that required a bit of play acting. But it didn’t take long before she wanted to drag me along for a world tour. Of course it took a bit of hinting and suggesting but it put her in a position where no one expected to hear from her for a little while.

Putting a few of my girls in place to act as stewardesses for her private plane wasn’t very hard. Simple bribery took care of that. After we took off, she decided that perhaps she wanted to see if she could try some actual femdom on me. A good hard slap on the face caught her by surprise. Her attempt to scream was cut off with my hand around her throat. And that’s when my helpful girls gave her the first of the drugs.

I stroked her cheek as I watched the drugs make her eyes grow dull. There is something erotic about those moments. When you see an intelligent woman go dumb. The pilots had already been briefed about the new location for our landing. My ladies were so eager to tell her about what awaited her. About how happy she’d be being a bimbo just like them.

Then began the conditioning the next day. Getting her the first dose of the mixture of ecstasy and mild hallucinogenics was tricky. As smart as she was, you think she would have checked to see if there was a covert camera in her room to tell me she was hiding next to the door waiting for me. But it was a simple prick of the needle and she slumped yet again.

From there, her daily routine was simple. Each day she’d get a nice big dose of the cocktail to make her pliable and suggestible. Then I would strap her into the chair and let her watch the instructional videos. Teaching her how to please me. Emphasis on the importance of her submission. That my pleasure mattered and hers did not. Then she would be given her lunch and put through a special exercise routine. She was a little sluggish from the drugs but the work up was supplemented with time on a TENS unit.

It took a week before she broke. Her tearful admission that she had been so very bad. That she hadn’t pleased me. That she just wanted me for her pleasure. She was on her knees, her speech slurred from the drugs and tears as she begged me to make her better. To make her the woman she should be.

And that’s when we shifted her training. The drugs and training videos continued. The edging started. Six times a day at first. With each of her holes being fucked by me. And forced service of her bimbo sisters for my amusement. Each day she had to lick all three of them to orgasm for my amusement. This was her life for the next three months.

After that we let her have a week off the drugs and took her to the finest beauticians. And then there was the press conference. Where she tearfully announced her breakdown. How the stress of her success had been more and more then she could handle. That she had fallen into the trap of drugs. But now she was clean, and looking to take a spiritual retreat.

The OPed pieces made a big deal about how her attempts to break through the glass ceiling had set back other women. Some nonsense about how her investors should sue her for making them a ton of money. It was amusing to let her read them. To see each one like a slap in the face to her. Sinking to her knees in front of me, begging me forgiveness with each one.

During her “spiritual retreat” she transferred over all of her wealth to me. A formal name change was made from Marion to Melodi. And we took her to some of the finest plastic surgeons in the world. She made a happy little whimper as the doctor and I discussed her implants while she sucked my cock in the consultation room. Happy little tears that I would make that decision for her. I decided to let the removal of some of her ribs be a surprise. Lip injections were a given of course. And her pride and joy, her long brunette hair became blonde. I pondered letting her have contacts for her vision but honestly, it amuses me that she can’t read because of her vision.

I can tell sometimes that she wants an orgasm. But after two years, she is resigned that I will never give her one. The one time she begged, she went anal only for six months. But she has found happiness in her place. She is eager and happy that she has a more traditional role in life. And she is a vocal evangelist now that women will be happier being trophy wives and housewives. Our wedding will be soon. She has picked out the prettiest leash and collar to wear during the ceremony.

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humiliatedpuppy-slut

Not really related to this blog, but I really want this as my loading screen from now on, on everything, always :-p

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misogynistowner-deactivated2017

Her owner let anyone fuck her. Her opinion of course didn’t matter. He sold her not for money, but her price was a photo and a used condom. He then pinned these to the walls of her room to remind her of what she was. Something for men to cum into, nothing more. He never touched her.

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Fuck. This is so hot.

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