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Anger Management
Gwen was rolling around naked on the floor. Her hands
were still cuffed behind her back. She found it difficult to move to find a
position that wouldn’t hurt, or at least wouldn’t hurt that much. Her ass,
thighs and back were welted, her stomach hurt from the half gallon enema she
was holding, her tits were deep red from whacking and her cunt hurt from a
combination of a generous amount of hits with a cane, an amazingly huge dildo
and red pepper sauce on her cuntlips and clit. The
woman standing over her straightened her skirt and with a swift kick to her
ribs stepped over her. As Gwen squirmed around she found herself almost happy
that it was Friday already. The woman came back with a block of ice the size of
a phonebook. Through the yellow ice Gwen saw a tiny key in the middle of the
block. She hardly felt the woman’s foot on her shoulder to position her right.
What she did feel was the sole of her stiletto grinding her right nipple on the
floor. Gwen was seeing stars as this new pain radiated through her body and had
to use what little strength was left in her body to keep from screaming.
Mercifully the woman ended the torture on her nipple and presented her foot to
her. Gwen knew what she had to do. She thanked the woman and
gently kissed the foot that just crushed her nipple. With a final smirk the
woman dropped 5 hundred dollar bills on top of the ice, spat in Gwen’s face and
left the apartment with the words “see you next week, worthless bitch”.
Gwen sighed. A part of her was thankful, that another
week was coming to an end, regardless of the weekend that lay ahead of her. On
the other hand she felt the urge inside her. No matter how many times she told
herself that she was doing this primarily for her clients, she felt her own
need and for once felt lucky she could make a living out of it, instead of
paying for it.
She provided a very special therapeutic service for
wives whose husband stayed late in the office or needed to take her secretaries
on a business trip. Those women who couldn’t or wouldn’t leave their husbands
but still were unable to cope with the fact that hubby was screwing a
twenty-year-old could come to her. Since they couldn’t take out their anger
towards the person that, in their mind, was guilty (the juicy secretary), Gwen
offered the unique service of focussing their fantasies of revenge on her. For
one hundred bucks per hour they could make her suffer in any way they wanted
with only a few restrictions: no mutilations, no permanent serious damage, and
(with exceptions) only within the confines of her apartment. Currently Gwen
held fifteen costumers and had three sessions a day (Wednesdays and Fridays
two) and weekends off or special appointments.
Gwen rolled around until she finally managed to kneel
and started licking on the block of ice to get the key for her handcuffs. She
discovered soon that it was unsatisfying for her clients to have to release her
after they dealt with their anger. So she decided to freeze a variety of keys
in blocks of ice made out of her own piss, in various sized so her client could
determine the amount of time she would need to free herself by licking the ice.
She also had some frozen turds of her own shit filled
with a key in the freezer. As she bend forward to lick
the ice her belly cramped again and her sphincter clawed around the plug that
was shoved into her earlier. Her cunt was still burning like it was on fire,
but at least she could sooth the pain in her tits a little by pressing them on
the ice.
She used the time it took to free the key to ponder a
little on her life. Gwen knew early on in her life that she was a perverted
sick little fuck craving what other people despised. It seemed to her like she
tortured herself since forever tormenting her body on a daily basis. She also
knew that she would never have a man. Not that she didn’t
want a strict master to keep her as a slave, but she felt more
humiliation being used by women. At night she would dream about her imaginary
master putting her to the test with excessive use of pain and degradation and
masturbate repeatedly feeling the new welts and bruises that her clients left
her with. Once she was old enough she moved cross country to get away from a
family that didn’t care about her anyway and became a slave for public shows. She
always shivered when she thought about the first time a mistress shoved a dildo
in her cunt while a cheering crowd was watching. But soon the cheers were
getting too friendly for her and the mistresses became too gentle. So she
opened up her own business finding women that didn’t give a fuck about her.
Sometimes it took a little persuasion to get her clients to be really rough
with her. Usually Gwen painted a picture for them as to how great the sex was
that their husband were getting and how ruthless the secretaries took advantage
of them, laughing about the wives at home. That usually did the trick and Gwen
became whatever-her-name-was. Her clients did have appointment, but they all
carried keys to her apartment and were allowed to use it for a spontaneous
visit outside the office hours. Gwen had spent quite a number of sleepless
nights because of that, but she considered that a bonus in her life. Other than
that her life was routine, if you would call it that.
Monday:
Monday started off rather slow. Gwen would lie in her
bed wearing sexy garments to give her clients a little extra motivation to be not
too gentle, when Mrs would come in. She didn’t know if the names she was given
were real, so every client was just Mrs to her. Mrs would grab her neck and
push her face into the pillow until she could hardly breathe. Then Mrs shoved a
big dildo up her unlubed ass and fucked her asshole
for half an hour. Gwen then would have to climb out of bed on all fours, dildo
still deep in her ass, and crawl to the bathroom while Mrs caned her ass
mercilessly. She then would have to kneel in front of her toilet where Mrs
already had pissed in and lap up the piss while Mrs brought the cane up between
her legs. Once Gwen was finished Mrs cuffed her hands behind her back, put her
foot in her neck and pressed it down in the toilet bowl while flushing a couple
of times. When the pressure on her neck was finally released Gwen snapped back
and rolled on the bathroom tiles trying to breathe steadily. Mrs then put mean alligator clips on her nipples, her cuntlips and her clit while sitting on her stomach. A
series of slaps in the face was next while Mrs called her every name in the
book. When Gwen felt the pressure lifting from her stomach she knew it was
almost over. Mrs. emptied a bag of dogshit that she
collected on her way to Gwen on the tiles and dropped the key in it. Her final
words as she shoved 2 hundred dollar bills up Gwen’s cunt were “Don’t you dare
take those clips off during the next hour, you worthless piece of shit”.
Although the two hours were already up Gwen always followed orders like this.
She felt it was more of a whole deal for her clients and she deserved it
anyway.
Gwen barely had the time to shower and make herself
presentable before the next client showed up at
Monday evening was an almost cuddly closing of the
day. Mrs 3 would put clothes pins on her nipples and cuntlips
threaded with some string that she would hold in her hand, pulling while Gwen
had to lick her feet for two hours. Mrs 3 would pull the strings whenever she felt
like it. And she felt like it a lot. Every now and then a clothes pin would
slip from her body and Gwen had to put it back on herself, begging for
forgiveness for being such a disgusting whore not even clothes pins would stay
on her. After two hours she had to beg and plead to be fucked in her ass with
the feet she just had licked. Mrs 3 would lazily offer her foot to her and Gwen
would have to fuck her asshole with Mrs 3’s foot long and hard while repeating
“I am a disgusting horny bitch who doesn’t deserve a cock. I am so glad Mrs 3
allows me to treat her beautiful feet, as I am not worthy to lick the dirt off
her feet. Thank you so much”. When Mrs 3 finally was satisfied Gwen had to lick
her foot clean again. Before she left
Mrs 3 shoved twenty 20-dollar-bills up her ass and left.
Gwen would spend the rest of the evening in front of
her computer. She had her own website where people could leave posts insulting
her, making suggestions as to what would be an appropriate punishment for an
adulterous bitch like her. She sat naked in front of the screen for hours
masturbating thinking about the facts that other got the pleasure and she got
the pain and that a number of her clients would probably read this and carry
some of those suggestions into their next session.
Tuesday:
Gwen would awake spread-eagled while Mrs would take
off her trousers. Mrs was one heavy person, huffing and puffing even now with
this simple task of getting undresses. Secretly Gwen understood why her husband
was fucking a tender young woman instead of this old, sweaty hag. The minute
she thought this she felt sorry and knew that she deserved any punishment laid
upon her. The bed almost bent as Mrs climbed into it and straddled Gwen’s face.
Mrs’s pussy was very hairy and sweaty and, as Mrs told Gwen time and again,
hadn’t been washed since Saturday’s obligatory married sex. Although Gwen had learned
to life with eating pussy while yearning for a cock that was never to be, Mrs’s
stinking snatch always presented a challenge. Once Mrs. lowered her pussy on
Gwen’s face she always feared that she might get smothered under this piece of
flesh. Gwen knew the routine and started licking Mrs’s pussy for good, diving
her tongue deep into her, savouring every rancid drop of old pussy juice and old
cum. She heard the insults only when Mrs was lifting her ass to let Gwen
breathe. As soon as she regained enough strength again Mrs. ground her pussy
back on Gwen’s face. When Mrs. finally came she would actually ejaculate in
Gwen’s mouth and on her face soaking her in a hot stream. Gwen would have to
thank Mrs especially for that privilege. Mrs. would climb down from Gwen and
the bed and stumble towards her drawer. She would take out a pretty piece of
clothing and wipe her pussy dry with it, then putting the piece back into the
drawer.
Unlike the other clients Mrs would just leave her
there, tied up as she and Mrs 2 were friends and Mrs 2 knew were to find Gwen.
So Gwen was left tied with Mrs’s juices slowly drying on her face.
Mrs. 2 would come when the juice on her face was
already dried up. She never spoke a word. Gwen’s tit were bound tightly and Mrs
2 began her session with a hard whipping of her swollen orbs and would never
stop whipping before her tits weren’t a dark shade of red. She then would straddle
Gwen’s stomach for an excessive play of tit torture. An average day meant
variations of clamps, wax, some burning lotion, her fingernails grinding into
Gwen’s tits and an occasional cigarette break. Mrs 2 would use the tip of the
cigarette to burn the nipples repeatedly and stub the butt out on her tongue
making her swallow the butt afterwards. On a bad day Mrs 2 brought in needles
and took her time turning Gwen’s tits into porcupines. Once she was satisfied
Gwen was untied and kicked out of bed. Back in the living room Gwen had to
kneel in front of a chair, her tits placed on the seat. Mrs whacked her nipples
with a wooden ruler and wouldn’t stop until Gwen was a quivering mess. Finally
Gwen was to stand hands behind her head while Mrs 2 punched her tits. Only when
Gwen occasionally hadn’t any strength left and collapsed on the floor Mrs 2
would leave.
The evening every last bit of strength left in Gwen.
She had to prepare a large pot in which candles slowly melted while, as
required by Mrs 3, she put alligator clips on her inner and outer cuntlips and tied them to her thighs so her cunt was
stretched open painfully wide. Mrs 3
arrived and tied Gwen to the kitchen table, her hands cuffed behind her back
her ankles tied to the table so her legs were spread. Mrs 3 would pour hot wax
on her cunt, enjoying Gwen’s bucking and once the wax dried she would whip it
off with a cat ‘o nine tails. This would repeat at least six times until Mrs 3
was content with the look of Gwen’s pussy. By then her cunt was red and swollen
which was what Mrs 3 desired for the last part of her session. She would put on
a huge strap-on, coat it in red pepper sauce and viciously fuck Gwen’s swollen,
still clamped cunt. Mrs 3 fucked her like this for an hour each week. In the end
she would undo her legs and throw her a frozen turd
from the freezer.
Gwen was very drained by the end of Tuesday,
still she checked her homepage and masturbated at least three times, each time
being a hellish ride. Still, she figured, it would please the Mrs.
Wednesday:
Wednesday morning began for Gwen with being dragged
out of her bed by her hair and into the living room. Mrs 1 would fit a huge gag
in her mouth then fit some mean clips on her nipples threaded with some string.
Gwen would be tied with her hands behind her back in a reverse prayer and a
spreader bar between her knees over a low bench and would receive a severe ass
whipping. After an hour Mrs. 1 would shove a butt plug up her ass and call in
her dogs. They knew the routine and Gwen knew it as well. One by one she would
be fucked by a German Shepard, two bulldogs and a
Irish wolfhound while Mrs 1 would pull the strings tight and pull as hard on
her nipples as she could. The first time Mrs 1 did this Gwen was hysterical,
not so much because of the pain of this huge knot that seemed to split her cunt
open and not because of the depravity of it but because she felt that a
actually living male cock inside her was more that she deserved. In time,
however, she came to enjoy the fact that a dog’s cock was as much of a cock she
deserved. After being fucked by each dog twice in her cunt Mrs 1 would shove a
huge dildo in her cunt which made a lot of the dogs’ cum slosh out of her and
remove the butt plug to allow the dogs one round on
her ass. Once her ass was well fucked the plug was shoved back in. Mrs 1 pulled
so hard on the strings the clips came of and Gwen moaned in her gag. Then her
gag was finally removed and Gwen was turned around to lick up all the cum that seeped from her cunt and ass. Mrs 1 left after
Gwen had licked up all of it and thanked Mrs 1 properly for letting the dogs
fuck her worthless holes. Mrs 1 did never bother to untie Gwen since the other
Mrs of the day was a good friend of hers.
So Gwen stayed on the ground for two hours until Mrs.
2 came in. Mrs 2 obviously worked as an gynaecologist a fact that Gwen
regularly came to regret since Wednesday evenings were pretty painful. Mrs2
would come in and find Gwen like Mrs 1 left her. Gwen’s tits would then be
bound tightly and the spreader bar tied to it so Gwen’s cunt was open and
vulnerable. Mrs 2 would roll her on her back and tie her down so she couldn’t
move and first take a shit in her mouth. Gwen had to keep the turd in her mouth for the remainder of the evening. Mrs 2
taped her mouth shut and then spent the rest of the evening abusing her cunt.
Once she took her time to sew up her cunt, first the inner cuntflaps
then the outer cuntflaps. Another time she sewed the cuntflaps to her thighs. After Mrs. 2 left it was left to
Gwen to unpick her cunt. Today Mrs 2 brought a syringe that contained venom.
She injected it into Gwen’s sore cuntflaps and clit
and two things happened: her cunt began to swell up and it felt like it was on
fire. Gwen squirmed in pain. Today was also a rare occasion because Mrs 2 put
on a strap-on to fuck her. Getting her extremely raw and aching cunt fucked so
roughly by Mrs 2 made Gwen see stars and she almost choked on the remains of
the turd in her mouth. Finally Mrs 2 had enough and
untied Gwen. She made her sit in front of her with her legs spread wide. Mrs 2
was then playing a mean little game. She held her hands behind her back and
made Gwen chose on of them. The point was that Gwen had to frig her cunt for
Mrs’ amusement while use it item that was in the hand Gwen chose to torture her
cunt throughout it. Usually it was a choice of a small whip, a ruler or
something similar and a pack of cigarettes. Gwen noticed over time that she
always seemed to choose the cigarettes whenever Mrs 2 was in a
extremely bad mood. Today was no different and Gwen had to masturbate her cunt
with one hand while touching it with the tips of the glowing cigarettes. After
three hours of non-stop masturbating and self-inflicted torture for Mrs 2, who
lost interest some time ago but didn’t want to let Gwen off easily, Gwen had to
put the last burning cigarette between her still swollen cuntlips
and have Mrs 2 grind her foot onto her cunt extinguishing the cigarette on her
cunt. Mrs 2 left before Gwen could even thank her. She hardly made it into the
shower and then her bed on Wednesdays.
Thursday:
When Gwen awoke Mrs would have already put up the
equipment for the podcast. Gwen was dragged out of her bed and had to pose in
front of her webcam showing every detail of her body to her unseen audience
which posted insult and suggestions all the time she was online. She had to
explain in detail what happened to her in the past days thanking her mistresses
time and again. She would show her asshole to the camera and shove an unlubed plug in, finger her swollen cunt and jerk her
nipples. Finally she had to bend over showing her face to the camera in a close
up and had to repeat a “statement” while Mrs caned her ass. She had to say:
“thank you Mrs. for spanking my dirty ass. This worthless whore is grateful
that you grant her that much pleasure. May this slut please rub her ugly cunt
to orgasm for this is her only reason for living.” Gwen would then rub herself
to at least five orgasms while the webcam caught every expression on her face and
sent it out into the world. All the time Mrs. would continue caning her.
Finally Gwen would have to show her glistening, swollen cunt to her audience
again and thank Mrs while she caned her cunt.
After Mrs left there was
hardly enough time to regain her composure. Mrs 2 entered without a word and
tied Gwen to her own gyn chair. After inserting a
huge penis gag she crushed her nipples and her cuntflaps
between two chopsticks held together by rubber bands. This was enough for Gwen
to cry and sob in her gag but Mrs 2 was far from being finished. She twisted
the chopsticks 360° at first and took her time to enjoy Gwen’s body squirming.
Then she twisted some more until Gwen was at the brink of fainting and secured
the chopsticks with more rubber bands using the tension to keep them in place.
Finally she put another pair of chopsticks on her clit and twisted them until
Gwen did faint.
Gwen came to on the floor her hands tied behind her
back. Mrs 3 was already standing in front of her. Over the months Gwen learned
that Mrs 3 came to her place directly after her visit to the gym. Gwen was
grateful that the last task of the evening was an easy one. Licking
the sweat from Mrs 3 body, every inch of her body. Mrs 3 would press
Gwen’s face into her armpits, sit on her face and have her lick her cunt and
asshole and enjoy her kneeling in front of her lapping her smelly feet. In the
end Mrs 3 would kick Gwen to the ground and leave stepping over her always
grinding one foot in Gwen’s sloppy cunt. After she heard the door Gwen would
masturbate like crazy, then spend the rest of the
evening in front of her laptop reading the latest remarks after this morning’s
podcast and masturbating some more.
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