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Abbie Cummmms – a real time BDSM Library Journal (Part 4)
Goat Boy takes Slut Bunny out for Walkies
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Abbie’s First Time Fantasy (cont.):
“Now open those legs wide and let me see that sloppy red cunt,” I order. You’re whimpering as you comply. It takes just a few seconds to clamp the sleigh bells to the swollen lips of your pussy. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so good! I step back and remove the camera from the tripod, then I issue a simple three-word command, “Shit, shit now!”
You obey…
Through the view screen on the camera I watch you strain, then as the first squirt splashes onto the rim of the toilet, I zoom in to record the nasty deed. You shift your hips forward and a small flood gushes out and into the bowl. It’s done in less than thirty seconds ending with the plop of a small soft turd and a juicy wet fart. I pull back to reveal your giggling face. Straddling that toilet with your face and hair and swollen purple tits smeared and dripping you’re a sight to behold. You stick out your tongue at the camera, and like the perfect Slut Bunny, you laugh and wiggle your hips. Glancing down between your legs you see your little Almond Roca soft shit floating in faintly yellow water flanked by two globs of white cum. Looking back up at the camera with a wanton smile you beg, “Please sir, Goat Boy’s cum is floating in the bowl, please may I lick it up with my filthy slut tongue!”
I laugh out loud. I am astounded. I’m astonished. I never expected that you’d make this extraordinary leap into the role of the Toilet Whore. I smile and say, “Of course, but first you need to clean up your spray from the rim.”
With the camera in my right hand I help you to your knees and tell you to wait while I find the right angle for the shot. You’re looking up at me with your hands bound behind your head, when I demand, “Slut Bunny, tell us why you’re about to become a Toilet Whore.”
You tilt your head, pout and then with a hungry smile, reply, “Mean Old Goat Boy tricked me again. He got me all wet and sloppy with his big fist and made me beg him to fuck my filthy slut shit hole and come on my face, but he came and pissed up my ass then made me shit in this nasty toilet. Now his cum is floating so I have to lick it all up. It’s not my fault.”
“So why do have that big hungry smile,” I ask. You know what I want to hear and with another giggle you give it to me, “Because I’m a Bunny Slut Toilet Whore all covered with piss and shit slime. I lost my shit beads when I came, so I’m here on my knees with my head in a toilet bowl hoping Goat Boy will spank my big red ass while I lick up his cum.”
“Perfect,” I say and with a quick swat from the crop we begin. “Oooo, please sir may I have another,” you purr. “Get to work, slut,” I reply. As you carefully lick the yellow drops from the rim of the bowl, I randomly slap you bottom and you beg for more. You chase my cum over the piss water in the toilet with the tip of your tongue, then purse your lips and suck it into your mouth. When you’ve swallowed the last white stringy glob, you look up with piss water dripping from your face and smile, open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue. “All gone,” you announce with a happy chirp. I say nothing and point to your Almond Roca with the crop. There’s a glob of cum the size of a small button sticking to your shit. I press the deer hide slapper against the back of your head and without hesitation you put your face back into the bowl. You touch your shit with the tip of your tongue and it rolls in the water. I push the crop against your head and keep pushing until your face is in the water. You love it and take the cue. It’s time to take that next step. When I let you come up for air, you open your mouth and slurp your shit between your lips. It slips away and then you use your teeth to capture the little turd.
You know the taste. You’ve sucked dick and licked fingers and dildos smeared with your shit. You’ve licked assholes and pushed your tongue into them as far as you could, but this is the first time in your life that you’ve actually had your own shit in your mouth. The turd is so gooey soft that it’s sliding over your lower lip so you quickly suck it all the way into your mouth – and there it is. There are a few seconds when the slimy texture and pungent taste drive your mind into the shadow land of revulsion and disgust. That faint prissy prim and proper voice fusses in your ear, trying to push the pressure points of self-loathing. You hate that voice and you can easily make it fade away – just push that nasty shit out of your mouth – no harm, no foul; but your body has a different voice that’s heard in the jingle of the sleigh bells dangling from your wet pussy. The sharp tight pain from those nasty clips has been in the background and now it radiates from your labia. over your red clit, through the purple distended flesh of your tightly bound tits, up through your throat, over your lips and interlaces with the taste and feel of that gooey little turd.
With toilet water dripping from your face and hair you choose another way to silence that nagging voice. You push your tongue against the roof of your mouth, wiggle your hips and burble, “Shhpank gme.”
I laugh, whack your butt, and say, “Don’t talk with your mouth full!”
You twist your neck, push the shit into your teeth, chew and swallow. Looking back up at the camera you stick out your tongue and then beg, “Spank my fat ass! Whip my cunt! Make this shit eating Toilet Whore come!”
I whack your ass twice, and ask, “Good slut but what’s the magic word?”
“Please, please, please spank me,” you plead.
I wag the crop in front of your face, “Not until you clean up your mess.”
Flipping a towel over your face, I set the crop and camera aside and untie you. I throw the rest of the towels on the filthy floor and put a can of cleanser and spray bottle of shower cleaner next to the toilet. Just to keep you on your toes, I leave the clips and bells clamped to your pussy. Remounting the camera, I leave you in the bathroom to do your chores and walk back into the bedroom to watch the news on TV.
You’re cross-wired. You’re horny and want to come again! Sweet hot pain sparks from the clips with each movement, which only makes your pussy wet. Your butt is swollen and sore and your tits and nipples tingle, which makes you pout and moan. You resent the Mean Old Goat who left you on hands and knees to mop the floor with towels, but as you clean up your filthy slut mess, you’re smiling. You’re content to perform your assigned task and with the odor of powdered chlorine cleanser and lemon fresh shower cleaner filling the room accompanied by the jingle of sleigh bells, you slip into a lewd sense of satisfaction with this perverse domestic duty. Giggling you look up at the camera and say, “All we need is a white lace maid’s apron!”
I can hear you, and reply, “Good idea, but I never imagined you’d end up mopping the bathroom floor. How’s it going?”
Turning on the shower you shout, “Just about done! All that’s left is to rinse out these towels.”
I get up and pull the DVD out of the camera, “Make it a quick rinse and wring them out. We’ll toss them into the washer before we take our walk.”
You turn and pout, “My pussy hurts.”
I laugh and say, “Not nearly as much it will when you’re on your back with your legs in the air and I tell you to pull off those clips so I can whip your twat.”
You smile, slip a hand between your legs, and the sleigh bells jingle while you reply, “Can this Slut Bunny come when whip my nasty cunt.”
“Maybe, we’ll see how you do when we go out to pick your switch. Now jump in the shower and get cleaned up.”
I pick up the camera and tripod and turn back into the bedroom. While you wring out the wet towels you wonder about my plans for this walk to the laundry room and picking switches. Before you step into the shower you consider removing your dog collar, then decide you’d need my permission and since you love the feel of this soft leather around your neck. You do peel off your purple corset and still wearing the collar, you shampoo your hair and clean your body. You carefully try to wash your pussy but the clips and bells make that very difficult and make you very horny. You rinse off and pull the curtain aside to realize that there are no dry towels. I toss a tiny bathmat on the floor and you step out. “You are perfect,” I say, “Dripping wet, fresh from the shower. I should have brought the camera.”
Instead I brought a leash and a very short dark blue silk batik bathrobe. It barely covers you bruised pink bottom and your erect swollen nipples are clearly visible beneath the thin silk as I clip the leash to your collar. You are feeling soooo happy that your face lights up! The collar made your clit tingle but I was so focused on preparing your body that it seemed to be just a necessary part of the bondage rig. This leash somehow has another level of meaning for you, and when I gently kiss your forehead (the first kiss I’ve given you) you flutter and nearly melt into your nipples and clit! As I say, “Now there you are – collared and leashed – ready for walkies, the perfect Puppy Slut,” you are blushing. I pick up the camera and we’re off to the laundry room. Six quarters and a splash of detergent starts the wash and we collect another bucket of ice, leave your corset and the towels and head back to our end of the building. We’re in the last ground floor room at the back and in the alley with the dumpsters and the storage room we’re out of the view of the motel’s security cameras. In the big yard of the house behind the motel, a large Desert Willow overhangs the cinder block wall on the property line. I unsnap your leash, ask for your robe and when you stand naked in your sandals, in the cool night air, I reach into my pocket, pull out, and open a small folding knife with a serrated stainless steel blade. There’s a tiny bit of doubt in your eyes until I hand it to you. “Be careful with this thing. It’s small and the blade looks like a midget steak knife, but it’s crazy sharp. It’ll cut to the bone in one stroke. We don’t want to end up in the emergency room because you chopped off the end of your thumb. Now go over there and clip four or five of those willow switches. You’ll need to make the cut about five feet up the branch where it’s about as thick as your finger.”
You walk naked across the pool of funky Mercury vapor light, and pull down a leafy thin branch and make your cut. You’re surprised when the switch is suddenly loose in your hand and the branch swings back up into the canopy. This knife is crazy sharp! Very quickly you collect your willow switches and can’t resist trying one out on your pink butt. I laugh and wave you back to the camera. You scamper back across the alley and I fold up the knife and clip your leash back onto the ring at the front of your collar, “Come on Puppy Slut let’s get you inside and make some music.”
At the door I pick up the bucket of fresh ice and order you down to you knees on the mat. I enter and take all but one of your switches then order you to put the last leafy green branch in your mouth and crawl into the room on hands and knees. In the view screen of the camera, your wet hair and cute face are sweetly accented in bright green leaves. It’s a very charming visual segue into our next play scene.
Once inside, you’re told to sit and without direction you assume the classic Puppy Slut position – on your knees, legs spread wide, hands on the floor, with your pink bottom resting on your heels and head high. I love it and compliment your instincts as I put the camera back on the tripod and reconnect the cable to the TV. You’re delighted with your image and can’t resist the temptation to sneak a thumb back to touch your clit. When I’m satisfied with the set up, I put my hand under your chin and you open your mouth. The switch drops into my fingers and I take a seat on the bed behind you. Reaching into my bag I retrieve a tube of hair gel and some dark blue eye shadow. As I apply the gel to your wet hair you nearly come. I laugh and ask, “Are you playing with yourself?”
With a sly grin you reply, “Maybe, just a little bit with my clit.”
“Do you have permission to play with that wet clit,” I ask. “No,” you pout, “but it’s not my fault. When you told me to sit my clit came down on my thumb.”
“Is your thumb broken or something? Can’t you move it?”
You wiggle your hips and grin, “No, but every time I move my thumb my clit just chases after it and that makes my slut hole even wetter.”
I pinch your left nipple and scold, “Bad Puppy, bad, bad, Puppy Slut! Stop that before you come.”
The raw sensation races from your tender nipple, to your clit and the clips on your swollen labia and blends with your fascination with the image on the television and your emotional delight from my grooming ritual and with a tiny jingle of sleigh bells, you hiss through clenched teeth, “Too late.”
With a light slap to your swollen tit, I admonish you, “That’s going to cost you another hundred over my knee! Now get your paws out of that wet pussy and close your eyes.”
You inhale deeply and comply with a satisfied smile. I tie your hair back and you feel an extraordinary sense of gratification when my fingertips touch your eyelids. “You like this, don’t you,” you hear me ask, “This is the most one of the primal needs of the female of the species. That’s why the cosmetics and beauty businesses never lose a penny, no matter what’s going on with the economy. Our ritual intimacy of interpersonal grooming drives to sexual submission. If a guy wants to get a lady into bed, just shampoo her hair; or if you’re a chimp, you can pick her lice.”
You giggle and blush again, “ I just love it when you talk dirty.”
As we talk my fingertips move very slowly from the bridge of your nose out to your cheeks. A second later, they’re under your eyes gently moving out and rotating up as they take their leave from your cheekbones. You hear me clean them with a tissue and open another container. With my left hand holding your chin, you hear me say, “Give me a nice pouty Betty Boop air kiss.”
You purse your mouth and feel the slick touch of one finger, moving from your lips down to your chin. More touches below the center of your lower eyelids down over your cheeks and then a soft circular rub at the base of each cheekbone. Some final touches with a tissue and I release your face and tell you to open your eyes. On the screen you see yourself made over into a lewd little girl clown who looks like she came from the smoky stage of a 1920’s cabaret. The severity of your slick shining hairstyle and eye shadow is offset by that single dab of deep plum lip gloss on your lips and smeared in a line on your chin. Two red purple lines run down from your eyes and curve over your plump cheeks, and the cheek blush adds the finishing touch. You are a Puppy Slut Picasso harlequin who with a smile or frown can change from a sexy little girl playing with her mother’s make up to a hungry jaded whore in a dark alley in Berlin.
“Oh my god, I love this,” you squeal. I finish off my beer and reach over your shoulder to place the empty bottle in your hands, “Good, I’ll bet it makes your pussy drip. Now correct me if I’m wrong but last month you wrote me an email telling me that the beastiality in my short story turns you on and you want to explore all possibilities.”
You blush and with a nervous giggle admit to that perverse curiosity. I’m trimmed the leaves and tiny branches from the first of your willow switches, “You know, I love to watch a Slut Puppy tell me about her deep dark fantasies while she plays with herself; so while I’m preparing these switches, you are going on record. I want to see you squatting with that bottle up your ass and spanking your clit while you look into that camera and tell me – in very nasty detail – how you imagine you’ll enjoy your first doggy dick.”
You grin and then pout, “Can this Slut Puppy please come while she fucks her nasty shit hole?”
I laugh. How could I refuse such a lewd request from such a sweet Puppy? “Of course,” I reply, “ You can come as much as you like, but I expect very dirty story and every time you come, you get another twenty swats over my knee.”
In no time, you manage to slip the neck of my beer bottle between your pink butt cheeks and with a giggle and a grin you squat with your legs wide open, lean back into the bed and begin to slap your clit. The bells jingle and with eyes closed, you groan and moan. I cut off the thin end of the branch and casually pop your tit with the whippy thin green switch, “Where’s my story?”
You rotate your bottom onto the bottle and begin:
“After I sent you the first email, I was reading CL Woman and playing with myself. After I got off, I fell asleep and started to dream. We were on our way to meet some people who were into K-9 sex. I’m such a slut; I can’t wait to get there. Just like the Slut Puppy in your story, I’m wearing my collar and my pussy’s all wet and I can barely keep my hands out of my pants while we drive up into the mountains to meet with the couple who own the dogs. When we finally get there it’s a cute little A-frame cabin about a hundred feet from the end of the street. We park and walk up these stairs made out of old railroad ties. There are some big trees in front and another out building in the back. The sun is setting but we’ve been invited to dinner and stay the night. A very cute blond girl about my age answers the door. She’s wearing shorts, and a tank top and a pink rhinestone dog collar. Her name is Kelly and she’s been invited to make me more comfortable. Inside I meet the couple for the first time. He’s a burly Greek guy with a big belly and she’s a silly redhead with freckles everywhere, big tits, and a bigger butt. They’re in their forties, he runs a string of body shops and she’s a school teacher.
“We sit down and chat over a dinner of roast lamb with red wine and big Greek salads. It’s amazing! We’re sitting around with complete strangers talking about all kinds of nasty sex! Then there’s Baklava for dessert with after dinner drinks and when I’ve got a good buzz, we go into watch DVD’s that they’ve recorded with Kelly. You and the big Greek are watching the three of us on the couch watching Kelly getting fucked on big HDTV. In no time at all the School Teacher’s got her hands down my pants and Kelly’s sucking my nipples. I’m going crazy, when I hear the Greek tell you that you’re in for quite a show – Kelly and his wife are like a well-oiled machine.
“With three pudgy fingers up my wet pussy and two more in my ass crack, I can’t argue. All I can do is watch a big goofy Labrador hammer fuck Kelly’s cute butt hole and cummm!”
With nearly a third of the bottle up your ass that’s exactly what you do. You put one more hard smack on your clit and groan… after you catch your breath, I hand you a short glass of wine and a big glass of ice water. You toss back the wine and chase it with the ice water. With all the distraction you didn’t realize how thirsty you were. I refill the big glass and say, “Drink it all down.”
You give me a sideways look and reply, “But if I fill up on water, I’ll have to pee.”
“That’s the idea Puppy, now drink up and go on with your story like a good slut.”
You want to be a good slut, so you dance your finger over your clit and comply:
“It’s way after dark when you put one of our DVD’s into the player. I’m naked from the waist down and Kelly’s completely naked on her knees with her face between my legs. The School Teacher has those big tits in my face, when your edited trailer comes up on the screen. It’s a sample of our nastiest stuff – my red bottom with two bottles up my slut holes, an enema going in and coming out, me on hands and knees going crazy with your fist in my cunt, you with that evil red paddle spanking my butt, me sucking your cock and licking your ass, and lots and lots of piss and cum shots. The Greek applauds and the School Teacher tells Kelly to have a look at our stuff.
“They’re playing with my tits and pussy and we watch you pull me over your knee, lift my little schoolgirl skirt, and spank my bottom while I do the bead thing. Everyone laughs when I screw up and you start over. I end up on my back with my legs in the air squirting piss and enema while you whip my red pussy with your belt!
“When it ends, Kelly’s got her whole hand in my wet pussy and the School Teacher’s sucking the Greek’s dick. He comes all over her face and she makes me lick it off while she says, ‘Jay told us your were a nasty girl, but I never imagined you’d be such a filthy little toilet whore. I can’t wait to get that pretty tongue in my asshole.’
“You just sip your drink and watch the Greek stick his cock in my mouth. The School Teacher stands up and pulls off her cowboy shirt. Her big tits are out of her black bra and she giggles and peels off her jeans. Underneath she’s wearing a matching black girdle and stockings. She wiggles her fat butt and says, ‘This is going to be soooo much fun, but you have to use that wicked paddle on me while you Puppy Slut licks my clit!”
“You laugh and say, ‘My pleasure, but after you come I’m going fuck… your… assssss!’
The bells jingle and fly between your legs and your hand’s a blur while you slap your clit. Even more of the bottle is up your shit hole and you come again. When you recover, I hand you another glass of water and like a good Slut Puppy you drink it all down. I refill the glass and say, “That makes twenty more, so how many extra smacks are you going to get?”
You answer too quickly, “Forty!”
I wag my finger under your nose and scold, “No, no, no, the first time you came you earned an extra hundred which makes a hundred and forty. Now what happens when Slut Puppies lose count?”
You pinch your clit, bite your lower lip and rock on the bottle, “They get double…”
I can see your thighs shaking, “Did you just try to sneak another orgasm?”
The bells jingle and you flutter your eyes and pout, “Just a little tiny one.”
I laugh and say, “That makes three hundred. Now finish your story.”
The number three hundred makes you smile at the camera. You turn to the TV and give yourself a little wink:
“You clip my leash to my collar and then you and the Greek lead me and Kelly on hands and knees outside to that little building in back of the house. Inside the School Teacher is waiting with her big tits pushed out of her bra and her cute fat bottom sticking out between her black girdle and stockings. She’s added black leather riding boots, latex gloves, and a black rubber apron. The place looks like a vet’s clinic. Two dogs – a big mixed breed and that goofy Labrador are in a big wire cage in the back. There’s a big stainless steel table and a drain in the tile floor. There’re enema bags and hoses hanging down around the table and the whole place is lit up with those ugly fluorescent fixtures. Two video cameras are on the table
“There are my nasty Puppy Sluts,’ she says, ‘Let’s get you up on the table.’
“You and the Greek hand us off and pick up the cameras, and the School Teacher ties off our leashes to the table so that we’re tits down ass up on elbows and knees facing in opposite directions. I’m so nervous and excited I jump when she dabs a glob of cold lube into my butt crack. Everybody laughs and she makes me reach back and open my spread my ass cheeks so she can pump my nasty hole. I don’t care because it feels sooo good! The School Teacher teases me and makes me beg for more, but with only two fingers in she slaps my butt and puts in the enema hose. She does the same with Kelly and by the time she gets back to me, I’m totally lost in the warm soapy water filling up my ass. I didn’t hear her ask me what I really wanted in my nasty hole. She slaps my ass hard and pinches my pussy lips, ‘Wake up bitch! What do you really want up that filthy Puppy Slut shit hole?’
“I’m totally in love with this crazy lady. I’m loving the bright pink handprint on my butt. I’m loving her voice. I’m loving the enema, and the collar and the leash and the table and the wicked pinch on my pussy because I’m a her nasty Puppy Slut and I’m right on the edge of cummming all over her hand! The truth is easy – I want a dick. I want that big pink knot hammer fucking my pussy!
“She slaps my ass and spanks my wet slut cunt and says, ‘Good but not good enough! Slut Puppies beg for their dick, now get nasty bitch!’
“Please, I want that dripping wet red dick! Please fuck my bitch shit hole! Split me open with that big slimy pink knot! I want to come when that hot creamy cum sprays up my shit hole!!!’
I’m totally crazy about this Slut Puppy with half my beer bottle up her ass begging for dog dick. In a few short hours you’ve far and away exceeded my expectations for your potential as a depraved slut! Your fingers have crept into your pussy and when you come and smack your swollen clit, a fine mist of cum sprays from the impact. It’s very, very hot! “My, my, my,” I wonder, “I can’t wait to hear what happens next. Come on up here. Let’s take a little break and give you a chance to catch your breath.”
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May 2, 2008 6:42pm
Slut Bunny,
How was your shopping trip for your Vegas trip? Hope you had fun. While you're playing around, keep an eye out for a classic corset. Something with a nice satin sheen, a dark green, or burgundy... Midnight Blue or very deep violet.
I like the idea of seeing you bound at the waist with your boobs pushed up and out. Stretch panels are okay, but the classic model with eyelets and a drawstring is even more appealing.
A matching garter belt and stockings would be fun as well. If you can't find anything that you can afford, don't worry. We can always go shopping together.
Goat Boy has been busy today. I've put together a Personal Education Contract for your review. Take a look at it and understand that it has no legal standing. It's just part of a long standing BDSM tradition. There are all kinds of variation for Submissive contracts, Dom & Domme contracts, Master and Slave contracts, all without any legal standing but they define terms and conditions and invoke emotions and sensations as the parties sign them in testimony of their intentions and commitment.
I'm also including Part Three of your story. It's mostly punishment fantasy and it's getting a bit wet and messy - if you're hesitant or put off, remember it's just a story. I much prefer the real-time version because we don't know what will happen.
Enjoy your trip and if you get the chance, drop me a line or two about your nasty adventures in Sin City.
Goat Boy
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