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Susan came home from a day in the office. All day she had been dreaming about this moment although she knew this evening would be like most. She undressed immediately and dropped to her knees, her cunt already wet. Slowly she crawled into her kitchen and towards two empty bowls. Susan opened a can of dog food and put it in one and squatted over the other. Steadily she released a stream of piss into the bowl, enjoying that rare moment of relief since she wasn’t allowed to piss more than twice a day. It was one of the rules she followed on her Master’s orders, a Master she had never met and never would. She was slave to a Master who controlled her sorry life over the internet. And Susan was never happier.
Ever since she first felt the burning between her thighs as a girl she knew instinctively that all the lovey-dovey stuff her friends talked about was not meant for her. While they talked about some soapstar to take them away in his yacht, Susan dreamt of a mean bastard to drag her into his cellar and keep her as his slave. While she frigged her clit manically she imagined to be whipped and degraded and to be fucked roughly. She started to kneel naked in the corner of her room until she had no strength left every night years before she went to college.
Susan enjoyed her meal. She had developed the taste for dog food before she met her online Master. Her enhanced diet including her own piss as her only allowed drink was His idea nonetheless. Thankfully she lapped up every drop of her own warm piss. Once her bowls were empty she crawled into the living room. It was a misleading name nonetheless; basically every room in her apartment was a place for her to inflict pain upon herself.
Thanks to her parents Susan didn’t have to live in a dorm during college. She had her own little apartment full of seemingly harmless things that could be used for fiendish acts of self-torture. She started to tie herself up in bondage for the night the day she moved in. And it was then she resolved never to walk or wear clothes at home until she absolutely had to (when her parents came to visit for example). Her place stank of her own sweat, piss and juices and she loved it that way. Would she ever have had unexpected visitors she would have certainly been in a pickle. But Susan kept to herself. Except for pledging for sororities. Not that she ever wanted to join one, but she was a happy contestant for every hell week.
Susan sat on the floor in what once was a living room, eased her hips off the ground and viciously pulled the butt plug from her ass and put it in her mouth to clean. She wore a slightly smaller one at work since she had to work during the day. But at home she put in, better shoved in, her training plug. She had started this training before she met her Master but he was a firm supporter of her desire for body mods. She knew there was only size left of free to purchase plugs before her asshole was too wide to hold them. She would have to look for custom made ones soon. She put the suction cups on her nipples to prolong them even further. They were well over one inch but she knew her Master would never stop having her stretching them more. Also she put clamps on her cunt lips and put weights on them to stretch them further. She hoped maybe one day they’d become so long they’d dangle between her thighs. A last suction cup went over her clit, to prolong it and to keep Susan horny. Then she turned one her computer and waited for her Master to come online.
A long time ago Susan decided that she was not worthy of ever really being a man’s slave no matter how much she craved it. She loved the idea of never physically being submitted to torture by another hand than her own while still obeying a complete stranger. Once she knew in her heart this was the path she was meant to take she broke her cherry fucking her bedpost. She violated herself the way she thought her Master would enjoy. After a whole hour of impaling herself on the bedpost she slid off and licked it clean of all her blood and juices. She was exhausted and sore but still she felt that her Master would love to see that post go up her ass as well. She struggled to get up and placed her anus over the post and dropped with a sigh.
Susan felt a strange mixture of excitement and disappointment. Disappointment because the mail her Master sent her was very short and showed her that he didn’t really feel like dealing with his slave today. On the other hand it was exciting to feel just how little he valued her. For Susan it reassured her of her lowly status. The instructions for the evening were short and clear: put out a cigarette on each nipple, each cunt lip, inner thigh and sole of her feet. Susan’s hands trembled as she reached for the pack of cigarettes she always had nearby for these occasions.
Halfway through college Susan had started to record her own voice on an mp3-player. It was an hour-long rant about how lowly she was, that she didn’t deserve a Master and yet was made for any kind of torture or humiliation known to men. The rest was a seemingly endless list of ways to torture or degrade herself. She put on the headphones before she tied herself up for the night and let it run all night effectively brainwashing herself. Not that it was really necessary, but she felt as if it gave her a finishing touch. Dreams of men whipping or caning her came to her every night, of being humiliated in public or literarily be trampled on. Every morning Susan got up hot and horny in a large pool f her own cunt juice.
Susan put out the last cigarette on her right foot and called it a night. She knew tomorrow she needed to be fit. Friday’s she had to go to a lesbian bar and wait in the rest rooms to offer women her mouth for whatever they wanted. It was her Master’s idea to serve other women while she would never have a man. Soon word got out and women came in just for her service. Mostly she had to eat pussy (which she never came to like) but some wanted their feet or assholes cleaned. Susan did it all and properly thanked every single one of them. The women were never to return the favour, instead Susan was to ask everyone to kick her in the cunt after she was done. If she had performed good enough her Master would take some time off his schedule and spend an evening online instructing her to torture herself. And if she performed really well over a long time she might even be granted an orgasm. Susan crawled to her bed, putting the socks in her mouth she stole from the laundry cellar, so she could put them over her face at night, dreaming sweet dreams.
If you find yourself in Susan or generally crave being submitted to an online Master you may apply over my e-mail address.
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