(Part six of the ongoing tale of fuckmeat for @leolover721. Just one chapter left after this, then back to our regularly scheduled smut. Check out @leolover721. She is incredible and gorgeous. Body modification, humiliation, slavery, mind break.)
Fuckmeat was in heaven. After It's first night with a Sir, It was rented out at least once a week. Master always picked up fuckmeat and asked each Sir what Master could do to improve fuckmeat.
Their answers varied as much as each different Sir did, but there were some common themes. Big, soft, dick sucking lips. Full, bouncing, bolt-on tits. Piercings, tattoos, fitter body, dumber, more eager.
Master put fuckmeat on a strict exercise regimen, not to burn fat, fuckmeat was already skinny. Master wanted fuckmeat to build muscle. He said that some of the Sirs wanted fuckmeat to struggle when they fucked It. It made it hotter for them when fuckmeat struggled and cried.
Master told fuckmeat about every last suggestion, and It got wetter and wetter with every one. All It wanted was to be a perfect piece of fuckmeat for Master. He told it that the money made from renting fuckmeat would pay for It's improvement. Fuckmeat rubbed It's cunt on Master's shoe, aroused and needy, thinking about becoming Master's new and improved fuckdoll, while Master made plans.
Master would buy It new, overfilled tits. Master would own them. Master would buy It new lips. Master would own them. Master made fuckmeat pick how fat It's lips would be, and fuckmeat found the perfect thickness, knowing Master would love sliding his magnificent shaft between It's new cockpillows.
He told fuckmeat how he would own It's lips and tits, giving him even more of a right to use them as he pleased. Fuckmeat found the idea strange, since Master already owned every inch of It's body, but still, the thought made fuckmeat happy and excited.
He told fuckmeat about how he wanted It's nipples pierced, so they would be easier for Master to hurt, punish and clamp. Fuckmeat begged permission to cum, the idea of Master hurting It more made fuckmeat drip onto the floor. He made fuckmeat look for and choose the piercings he would get for It to wear on the new and improved tits that fuckmeat carried around for him.
He told It how he would have fuckmeat get a septum piercing, so he could leash It's face. How he could lock it to his belt, keeping her mouth on Master's cock for as long as he wanted, hands free.
Master slid his cock into fuckmeat's cunt as It rode him while It chose the tongue piercing that Master would give it to make fuckmeat's blowjobs better. Fuckmeat begged permission to cum, and was given permission twice before It found the perfect piercing. With a simple twist, the piercing buzzed, which would make fuckmeat's tongue vibrate too. Much better for Master.
Fuckmeat was so happy to have such a wonderful, caring Master. He found so many ways that fuckmeat was inadequate, and he made sure It improved. It was so lucky to have a Master that cared so much about It.
Master also had a tattoo that he wanted fuckmeat to get. The tattoo would always remind It of the role It held, how lucky It was to have found a Master that spent so much time and effort on his fuckmeat. He told It that the tattoo would be on the back of It's neck, above where It's collar rested. That way everyone who saw it would know that fuckmeat had accepted It's place. Fuckmeat came again at the thought.
Master made all the appointments, taking fuckmeat along when it came time. The first one was to a plastic surgeon, and Master told fuckmeat that he worked with Master before, so fuckmeat didn't have to worry about him. It was such a relief not to have to worry about hiding what fuckmeat was to Master. It never wanted Master to leave It. Fuckmeat needed Master. It... It loved Master. It didn't deserve him. Fuckmeat knew It always had to do the best It could, so Master would be pleased with It.
By the time fuckmeat was ready to get the new tits that Master had paid for, months had passed and many, many different Sirs had used fuckmeat's holes for their pleasure. Fuckmeat's daily training had paid off, and each Sir seemed more and more thrilled with fuckmeat when they used It.
Master had gifted fuckmeat with a navel piercing when fuckmeat had serviced a hundred Sirs, and a clit hood piercing that circled It's clit when It hit the one year anniversary of fuckmeat beginning It's training under him. The clit piercing rubbed and stroked fuckmeat with every step, and the pleasure was five times stronger when fuckmeat was forced to crawl.
By the time fuckmeat's new and improved tits healed, Master was so happy. He said that fuckmeat had done very well, and It's holes were now worth twice as much. Fuckmeat squealed with delight, and begged to be allowed to suck Master's cock in celebration. He came down It's throat twice before fuckmeat needed to move to the spanking table for more of It's daily training.
It took very little time after that for fuckmeat to reach higher levels of perfection for Master. It's lips ballooned with permanent silicone implants. It's nipples were pierced and chained for Master's pleasure. It's septum was given a piercing, with variable rings. Some were to make fuckmeat prettier, some could be hidden, and some could lock in place, doubling as a leash ring.
It's neck was branded with Master's proof of ownership. When fuckmeat was being marked for Master, he said he had a surprise for It, and handed fuckmeat the rag. It knew what Master wanted, and placed the ether soaked cloth over It's face. The last thing fuckmeat heard was Master telling the tattoo artist he could use fuckmeat's holes as a tip.
When fuckmeat woke, cum was still dripping from It's ass and cunt, but when fuckmeat looked down at It's holes, fuckmeat stopped in shock. Fuckmeat had a second tattoo. It was beautiful. It was perfect. It... it was exactly the thing that fuckmeat had never known it needed.
On either side of the fuzzy little strip of cuntfur that some Sirs wanted fuckmeat to have, was tattooed a reminder. A declaration. Anyone who used fuckmeat would know exactly what It's role and purpose was in life. It was humiliated and embarrassed. It was aroused and grateful.
