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She couldn't help it, she checked her email almost hourly wondering when he would contact her, wondering when she would get to cum again. Her cunt seemed to throb harder each day that passed. She had used the time to find a different outfit, a skirt so short that her ass cheeks stuck out as she walked, a top so sheer that she could see the goose bumps on her tits when she modeled it in the mirror. As the days past her mind bounced from wondering how she would be able to walk down the street looking like she a whore to when or if he would ever contact her so the constant pounding in her cunt would stop. Minutes seemed like hours, hours seemed like days, the days seemed like weeks waiting to be summoned, waiting to be used. Throughout the long nights, she would find her hand reaching for her cunt, over and over again, wanting to cum, desperate to cum, knowing she was not allowed to cum.
After about a week, when she didn't think she could take the incessant dripping from her cunt, the throbbing need another minute, the email that she had been longing to see finally arrived. Eagerly opening it, she read, "Let's see if you can be a proper whore this time cunt, same location 7 pm, don't be late, remember your instructions."
All day long her mind was focused on her cunt, her work suffered to the point that other people asked her if she was okay. She knew she couldn't answer them the way she wanted to, "No, I'm not okay, I'm a greedy cunt that wants to be fucked." So she smiled and just said that she was having an off day. At around 6 or so she left work and drove to a gas station halfway between her work and the location that she hadn't been able to stop thinking about all day. Slipping into the restroom, she changed into her slut clothes and got back into her car as soon as possible, but not before being whistled at and asked how much she charged.
Driving to the grocery store parking lot, she couldn't help but wonder what he had in store for her this time. After parking her car, she waited a few minutes as dusk continued to fall, with a five minute walk ahead of her, she headed to her location, her ass cheeks feeling the cool air as she walked, her nipples rock hard from chill and excitement. Climbing the stairs, she saw no note on the door, but headed to the metal box next to it to see the blindfold and the lock. Moving back in front of the door, she stripped off her clothes, folded them, and after putting all her clothing into the box and locking them inside, she took her place kneeling in front of the doggy door with the blindfold over her eyes waiting for the door to swing open. More than once she had to stop herself from humping the air as she knelt there, knowing that she should kneel still, fighting the ever-increasing state of her arousal to be humiliated like this. She thought of how she looked kneeling naked on a porch waiting to crawl in a dog door, like the bitch in heat that he had named her.
When the door swung open, she crawled forward until she felt the machine and crawling up on the machine, she locked her ankles in place before moving completely in place, locking in first her left hand, the lock holding her head in place and then finally locking down her right hand as well. Her mind was screaming at her asking her what the hell she was doing, didn't she know anything could happen to, that no one knew where she was, bound and blindfolded in a strange man's house. And although she knew how unsafe it was, she couldn't stop herself, she needed this treatment, she craved this treatment.
She didn't know how long she waited; the only indicator of passing time was the drops of cunt juice hitting the floor under the machine. She actually squeaked when she felt the brush of his hand on her ass.
"Don't make me have to gag you, cunt."
"Yes Sir," she replied.
"Much better slut attire, cunt. Well, if it hadn't been you wouldn't be inside waiting for me to use your slut ass." As he talked she could hear and feel him moving around her, his hands trailing over her ass, her cunt, her tits, pulling on her tits, pinching her clit. "Because you finally came in a proper slut manner, we can begin as we should have been able to begin last time. I saw you straining not to hump like the bitch in heat that you are, so if you are a good little cunt, maybe Master will let you hump a post for Him before you have to leave. Would you like that, cunt?"
Her voice shaking with desire, she quickly replied, "Oh Yes Sir, please Sir."
"Well, Master will see if you are a good enough slut to be allowed to cum." With that she heard and felt him move away, then she felt his writing something on her ass, and then moving away again. Next she heard what sounded like a camera with picture after picture being taken from different angles and different locations. Next she felt her tits being pulled and clamps being attached to each nipple with the chain passing through the holes in the machine. After feeling his hands spread each of her holes wide, inspecting her cunt, her ass, her mouth, she felt something brush the tip of her cunt.
"Push back on that post, cunt, Master wants to see His slut fuck itself on that post."
Straining back, she pushed hard to seat the dildo in her cunt, pulling on the chain attached to each nipple, pulling on her tits. With each inch she pushed back, the more she realized that this had to be the largest dildo she had ever felt in her entire life, as with each inch that filled her cunt, the more it felt like her cunt was splitting in two. Struggling to get the dildo completely in her cunt, she heard him say, " A slut like you shouldn't be having this much trouble with a post this size, a slut cunt like yours should be stretched and loose. You have until I count to 5 to get that post in that slut cunt, if isn't completely in by the time I say 5, you won't get to cum until I summon your slut ass again. One, two..."
She pushed back with all her might, groaning as the nipple clamps pulled fiercely on her tits and the dildo stretched her cunt beyond where it have ever stretched before. As she struggled to catch her breath, she heard him say, "Now fuck yourself until I tell you to stop. Each time you are about to cum slut, beg for permission to cum saying what a filthy greedy cumslut you are."
Moving back and forth quickly on the post, driving it hard into her cunt, it wasn't minutes before she was begging to be allowed to cum screaming, "Please let this filthy greedy cumslut cum please Sir." Over and over she came, each time with growing intensity, each time begging sooner, louder, her voice growing hoarser, her body quivering, sweat running down her face, her tits. When she started to slow down, she heard him quickly say, "If you ever want to be summoned back, get that slut ass moving and fuck yourself like a whore like you should be fucked, fast, hard and long."
Fucking the dildo once more faster, harder, her cunt almost rubbed raw, her tits on fire from the constant pulling on the chain, the need to cum again growing past the pain, past the exhaustion, until she was begging one more time "Please let this filthy greedy cumslut cum please Sir." And with his permission she came one more time.
"Stop slut. What a filthy greedy slut you are, covered with sweat and cunt juice. What a picture you make cunt." With that he reached down and removed the nipple clamps and the dildo. She had to bite her lip not to groan as the blood flowed back to her tortured tits. Then he unlocked her right hand and placed the key for the remaining locks in her hand. Once she had opened all the locks, stretching to open them, she remained on the machine for his instructions. Removing the key from her hand, he handed her the key for the lock box and said, "You are dismissed slut until next time." As she slowly crawled down from the machine stretching her very sore and stiff muscles, she heard him say as he walked out, "Next time cunt, next time you finally get to be what you were born to be."
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