Deconstructing amy

Deconstructing amy

Author’s note: It’s been a while since my last story. This mainly due to the fact that I am now very happily married to my biggest fan and thus have practically no time to write for the library anymore. Since I keep getting applications from potential online slaves  though, I decided to write this one as a blueprint. I have neither the time nor ambition to take on any online slaves, but if you are determined to be my slave, feel free to follow amy’s path.

It was late in the afternoon when amy came home from work to her apartment. Even though she worked a decently paid, yet mindless office job she had downgraded to a bare one room apartment ever since he had become a slave.  There was no reason for her to have comfort above the bare necessities. As soon as the door shut behind her she stripped and got on her knees. Walking had become part of a disguise to pass as a regular person in public, as had wearing clothes. On a small table next to the door were the accessories she wore at home: a heavy leather hood with eye and nose holes and a built-in ring gag and an intimidatingly large butt plug and studded dildo. She put on the leather hood and took a long look at herself in the mirror she had mounted next to the table. She had been a slave for so long that the feature-less face that stared back at her seemed more like herself to her than the face underneath. Even in her dreams she wore the hood. amy looked down at the butt plug and dildo. Before she could wear them she had to remove the ones she wore to work. Both seemed like a menace when she first bought them, but by now they were borderline comfortable. She knew she would have to get bigger ones soon. With a plop she took out the plug and put it in her mouth to clean off the butt juice and remnants of the habanero sauce she coated it with every two hours. It felt strange to no longer have her ass plugged and she hurried to cover her home plug with a capsaicin crème she got from the drug store before plugging her ass again. After wearing the smaller plug all day she finally felt full again. She sat down the plug on the table and undid the clamps from her pussy lips that held the dildo in place. It barely fit through the ring gag as she cleaned the juices off it and almost chuckled remembering how small she had started out. amy lubed the dildo with the same crème and used her heavy duty alligator clamps to clamp her lips shut around it. Even though she had a daily routine of stretching her lips her home dildo bulged dangerously underneath her clamped skin. She breathed heavily as the capsaicin kicked in and her holes started to burn. She wiped off the excess crème on her nipples and walked on all fours into her apartment.

Her apartment was almost bare. She had a wardrobe for the clothes she had to wear in public, a table with a computer on it, several chest and containers for the implements of torture she used on herself and a doggie bed. amy didn’t need more. The money she made was spent on her living as a slave: getting new instruments of torture and maintaining her sites. To buy nice things for herself contradicted her purpose for being. She turned on her computer and checked the mails and comments she got since this morning. A fair share was just plain abusive or degrading, a virtual spit in the face and amy relished every single one of them. Some however detailed ways she was supposed to torture or degrade herself. Ever since amy had started her blog she had her share of fans that enjoyed her detailed accounts of self-abuse and the pictures and videos she posted of it. She could have made good money with it, but being a slave at heart she knew she didn’t deserve it. And she wanted to reach as many people as possible, exposing herself to the largest possible audience. Every night amy would randomly pick a suggestion and add it to her torture routine to please them. Tonight the pick was a cattle prod and amy shivered since she had already designed her own routine for the evening and the cattle prod wouldn’t make things easier for her. But first she took care of dinner. On any given day that would have meant a plain can of dog food and water from her toilet but on Thursday’s she splashed out on a pizza. She sent a mail to the pizza place she always ordered from and asked for her special topping. It had taken some work but finally she had been able to convince the baker’s to top hers with their sperm. At first it had been just a little jizz but as she opened the door to let the pizza guy in, and he had seen a naked slave girl with degrading tattoos all over her body and a slave hood on, they knew she wasn’t kidding. By now she got a pizza every week that was soaked and literally swimming in jizz. And every week she paid full price and tipped the delivery guy with a blow job.

As she waited for the pizza to arrive she put suction cups on her nipples to enlarge them even though they were already the size of her pinky finger. As she looked down on herself she wondered if she should get more tattoos. It had been a very long day when she got hers done. Right above her pussy it read “for torture use only”, she had a tramp stamp that read “Pain Slut” and one across her butt cheeks that read “if you can read this I wasn’t spanked hard enough”. Her pride was the shopping list on her back though.

It read

“Before disposing of this worthless slave make sure you:

- got all the sexual gratification from her that you desire

- crushed her spirit through relentless humiliation

- abused her physically and verbally till she was a sobbing mess

- made her scream in pain repeatedly

- stretched her holes to the limit

- whipped / beat/ caned her thoroughly

- used her mouth as a waste disposal

- did anything else to her you desire

When in doubt whether you completed the whole list, just start over”

amy had spent a whole day get them all completed  and had sucked the tattoo artist’s dick during every break. When he had offered to pick up her tab she had refused. She always paid full price for her torture.

The doorbell rang and amy crawled towards the door to let the pizza guy in. As she opened the pizza guy had already unzipped his pants and threw her pizza in the room as amy deep throated his dick as if her life depended on it. It was over in a flash and pizza guy grabbed the money, spat on her and left before she even finished swallowing. A shiver rippled through amy every time she was relentlessly used like this, being no more than a breathing Kleenex for him to wipe his jizz off on. And it could very well be the last dick she’s see in a week. She crawled to where the pizza carton had landed and opened it up. The pizza was already dissolving in all the jizz and amy suckled the soggy dough down while it was still warm.

After she was done eating it was time to start her evening entertainment. She set up different tortures for herself every day, sometimes they were more degrading, sometimes more painful. Tonight was going to be a painful night. amy put in the largest penis gag that would fit in the ring gag and set up the camera so her audience could appreciate and hopefully ridicule her later. The bag she sat down on the floor was rattling menacingly. It was filled to the brim with alligator clamps, the kind she got from a hobby shop. They were rough and bit down mercilessly and they had been on sale, 10 for 10. amy had spent a hundred bucks that day and she resolved to use them all tonight. As the first on bit down on her tit her eyes watered up already and she knew she was going to have a long evening ahead of her. On by one the bit into her tit meat  and once she couldn’t find any more room for them she looked down on the bag, there were still 20 left. Her hand shivered as she took the next one and moved down to her pussy. The pain was blinding as it bit down on her lip and she was breathing heavily and had to compose herself before picking up another. Slowly her lips were spiked with one clamp after another and once she couldn’t find any more room she looked down in the bag. There were still three left. Sobbing she picked them up and put them on her clit. amy jerked and buckled until the initial jolt of pain subsided. She was breathing shallow. Thirty minutes. That was the time she had promised herself to keep them on. Just as she was about to brace herself for that eternity she realized that she had picked the cattle prod from the suggestion box. She started to cry as she moved gingerly towards one of her chests. With every movement the clamps bit down and twice she almost collapsed while trying to fetch the prod. She crawled back in front of the camera and moved the prod to her pussy, shaking. The first jolt made her see starts and she screamed in her gag. As she jerked she accidentally pushed the cattle prod again and another jolt shot up her pussy. amy resisted the urge to cup her pussy to ease the pain and swallowed hard as she looked at the watch again. 29 minutes still left.

She was drifting in and out of consciousness as the 30 minutes finally came to an end and cried openly as she took off the clamps one by one. Lastly she took out the penis gag, and crawled towards the camera and tried to articulate a “thank you for watching” through her ring gag before shutting it off. Her evening wasn’t over yet though. She still had to complete her daily routine: 50 hits with the cane on each tit, 50 hits with a studded paddle on each ass cheek and 50 hits with the cat on her pussy before she could reapply the capsaicin crème on her plug and dildo, her nipples, clit and lips. Then she had to put the suction cups on her nipples and clit again to make them longer and apply weights on her lips to achieve the same effect. The idea was that over time her nipples and clit would permanently enlarged and her lips would stretch and dangle. And after two years she felt like she was on a pretty good way. The hour it took for this part of the routine to finish she spent answering E-mails, updating her blog, putting her new video up for free download and adding to the diary she posted regularly on the bdsmlibrary. She also got in touch with the women she was supposed to meet during the weekend. Being strictly heterosexual, the thought of pleasuring women was repulsing to her, but that, to her, was the point. She would spend every week seeking out women who would be interested in being serviced orally without the need to reciprocate in any way and then spent the weekends buried between the thighs of any woman that requested her service. She didn’t consider herself a prostitute. Prostitutes got paid for a service they offered. amy begged her way through the classified ads to get free humiliation for herself, hoping they’d see her tattoos as the open invitation they were. Tomorrow she was to meet one of her regulars after work. She knew it meant spending the evening being tied down spread eagled and eating pussy as if her life depended on it while her own pussy was whipped until it was swollen shut. She knew that the most of affection she could hope for is to let her dress before she was kicked out after her client grew tired of her. Various times she found herself butt naked chasing her clothes down in the wind and rain. One woman she met once a month made her do housework naked all weekend while she abused her verbally and physically. On more than one occasion (usually when amy was cleaning the toilet with her tongue) the woman openly voiced her disgust and flatly told her, that she just wanted a free maid. To not even be deemed worthy to service her sexually made amy shiver. She went back to that woman every month. She would have loved to have men have their way with her, but she knew she didn’t deserve it. At night she sometimes dreamt of living in a glory hole and spending her life sucking an endless parade of anonymous dicks of men she knew despised her. However if one showed interest in her she was always more than willing to serve as his cum receptacle. It was amy’s belief that anybody, male or female, should be sexually pleasured if they took enough pity on her and showed interest.

As the last part of her evening she knelt down in front of a large mirror that had a picture of her attached to the side. amy started to masturbate for half an hour as she did every evening, knowing that, like every evening, she wouldn’t cum, because she wasn’t supposed to, because she was to be a horny, needy slut. And she knew her audience found her abstinence hilarious. She looked at the preppy, smiling woman on the photo and on the reflection of the featureless slave in the mirror. As her need to cum grew she looked at herself in the mirror. She finally found a new idea for a tattoo. It would be inked across her chest and read “never shall this slave cum”. The words repeated in her mind. amy stopped after the time was up. If she’d had a real master she’d kiss his boot now, but as it was she crawled to her doggie bed knowing she was right where she was supposed to be.