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lounged back in my chair and looked at her. She certainly cut a striking figure..... Deep brown hair, striking blue eyes, and a curvy figure. She'd obviously put a lot of effort into her clothing, her dress was simple, yet elegant, covering her generous bust, while clinging, and falling down to just above the knee, the color shifting from a deep blue at shoulder height, to a light green at the knee.
She stood on the rug in front of my armchair, one leg crossed over hte other, her eyes downcast in shame, darting up to look at me, and then dropping down again.
"Now", I said, "what did you want again?".
She practically writhed on the spot, her fingers intertwining, her knee's dropping then straightening, her eyes dropping further down, her voice barely audible as she said "I'd like to play again".
"I didn't quite catch that", I said, loudly.
"I'd like to play again...Sir", she said, in a louder voice.
I looked her up and down, my lip curling in a slight sneer, as I said "You know what you need, if oyu want my time and attention, Annette".
She visibly crumpled, at the same time she let out a groan, half of pleasure, half of disbelief.
"Yes, sir, I have it here. Should I...." she made a half motion towards the bag she'd put down at the side of the mat. I stopped her with an upraised hand, and pointed to the corner. "I'll think about it", was all I said. Without another word, she dropped to her knees and crawled off the mat, onto the hardwood floor, and over to the corner. Clearly remembering the last time, she pushed her shoulders back, and met her elbows behind her back, pushing her generous breasts into the wall. She plucked her skirt up with her hands, revealing the lacy white g-string she was wearing, and the purple end of the plug poking out from her ass.
I left her there, as I turned on the TV and watched a programme. Every time I moved, and the chair creaked, she let out a little gasp, or moan. I smiled to myself. For many girls, the stint in the corner would have gotten boring after about 2 minutes. She'd been there for 20, now, and I could strongly smell her arousal, filling the air with her scent. WHen she moved, there'd be a small puddle under her. Being ignored, especially as I hadn't yet agreed to use her, triggered her need for degradation and humiliation.
With a loud, put-upon sigh, I finally beckoned her back to me. She crawled over to me, and knelt at my feet, looking up at me through the curtain of her hair, her eyes expectant, yet begging. I looked down at her and raised my eyebrows. "well, I'm waiting", I said, coldly. "I'm sorry, Sir, sorry", she babbled as she grabbed her bag and counted out $250 in $50 notes, before kneeling, holding the money above her head, her eyes down.
"Please sir, here is the money you require, please, please play with me, I need it, please sir".
I looked down at her. She did make a very pretty picture, and she did have the required money. She didn't know it, but any money she paid me was either spent on toys for her, or else put aside, to be returned when I 'released' her. At the moment, taking her money was just humiliating her, as she had to pay to be abused.
I took her money, putting on the side table, and then said, "Position one".
Immediately, she smoothly stood, arms behind her head, breasts pushed out, legs shoulder width apart.
I stood up and walked around her.
"That's a nice dress, toy", I said.
"thank you sir".
"Is it expensive?"
"S...seven hundred dollars, sir".
"Hmm, that's an expensive dress to come see me in. Did you dress up for me?"
"Y...yes sir, I didn't want to disappoint you, like last time"
Her voice trembled, as she remember the scorn I'd heaped on her for the way she'd dressed last time.
I smiled, as I reached into an open drawer and removed a pair of scissors.
I walk around in front of her, and hand her the scissors, which she takes, bewildered.
"cut that dress off, toy. I don't like it"
The look on her face was priceless. I'd ripped clothes of her in previous sessions, and she might have been expecting something similiar, but to have to mutilate her own new and expensive clothing was something she'd never even considered.
She started at the V of the neck, cutting straight down, till I stopped her. "I want that dress in strips, girl" I said, my voice hard, "So you'd better get creative with your cutting"
At my words, she started to cut on a diagonal, moving the scissors around, cutting different patterns, till the whole dress slithered off her into a heap at her feet, and leaving her clad in her white liengerie
I made a spinning motion with my finger, telling her I wanted her to turn.
She slowly turned on the spot, her ass becoming visible in her skimpy g-string.
"Bend", I said, coldly and she did, displaying that plump, ripe ass for me.
"Now, slap that fat ass, slut", I said in the same voice.
I heard her groan as I called her ass fat, and her hand came around and smacked into her ass. "This fat assed slut thanks you, sir", she said, as I'd trained her to.
Her hand came around again, impacting with a loud smack
"This dirty whore thanks you, sir"
I let this continue for another 6 slaps, as she went through being an 'ass fucking whore', a 'stupid dirty cunt' and a 'pathetic little bitch'.
"Crawl to me", I said, lightly and she immediately fell to her knees, spun and then started towards me.
She looked up at me, while keeping her shoulders lower than her ass.
Her look was sultry, smoldering, and I could almost taste her desire to see that she pleased me, that she was having an effect.
I schooled my face to impassiveness, and watched her show.
She reached me and dropped her face to my shoes, carefully not touching them, but hovering above.
"Your slavegirl asks to kiss your feet, Master", she said in a breathy voice. "Please"
I sighed, as if it was a huge imposition, and said "Very well".
She dropped the last inch and started showering kisses on shoes, til I lightly put my hand on the back of her head, stopping her.
"This bitch thanks you for touching her, Master", she said, automatically.
"Kneel up, slut", I said and she straighted, her ass resting on her heels, projecting her big breasts towards me, her hands going behind her head, her eyes staying locked on the floor.
I reached out slowly peeled the cup over her right breast down, popping her breast out, revealing the rock hard nipple.
I gently caressed it, then flicked it, bringing a gasp and a shudder from her.
"Hmm....this is a very pretty bra, slut. Did you wear this for me too?"
"Y..yes, Master..", she stuttered,
"I bought it for you..", she finished in a whisper.
I gave her my 'asshole' smile, and reached out, ripping the left cup out completly, destroying her bra, and revealing her other pert, perky breast.
She gasped, eyes still down, and her body seemed to melt a little bit, there was nothing really different about her posture, it was just as if some of the steel went out of her, like she surrendered.
I picked up the marker I keep in the lounge table and uncapped it. I leaned over and wrote "SAGGY" over her left breast and "TITS" over her right.
"Master, may this pathetic cunt speak?", she asked, suddenly.
"No", I said, with finality.
I deftly wrote the word URINAL across the top of her chest, and then I said "Now, you may speak, cunt".
"Master, this girl needs to pee. May she please use the bathroom?".
I smiled at her and said, "No, but you may get the bucket".
She moaned and started to crawl off, opening the door of my hall cupboard, and taking the handle of the waste bucket in her mouth. Holding it tightly, she slowly dragged it into the living room, and then sat back on her haunches and looked at me.
I picked up the bucket and moved it in front my wide open lounge window. Then, I turned and beckoned to her, and she crawled over to me.
I took a handful of her hair, and lifted her to a squatting position over the bucket.
"Now, you can piss, girl", I said and she reached down to her panties and started to slide them off. "No", I said, sharply. "They stay on."
She shot me a horrified, humiliated look, and groaned, as her pee began to splash into the bucket.
I watched her face, as she looked out through the window, watched the humiliation and shame grow on her face as the yellow stain bloomed on her white panties. Finally, the splashing stopped and she tried hard to stifle a sob. "Finished, slut?", I asked, off hand.
"Y,,,y....yes, Master", she sobbed, as her wet panties plastered themselves to her cunt, outlinign her lips clearly. "You pissed all through your nice panties tho, slut. What sort of disgusting, little slut does that?", I asked.
"This cunt is just a disgusting little pisswhore, Master", she answered, still sobbing.
I took a handful of her hair and lifted her to her feet again, then marched her over to my entry way, standing her so she was facing the front door. "Take them off", I ordered her. She slowly slid her panties down her legs, then picked htem up and offered them to me. "Don't offer me your disgusting, piss stained panties, slut", I said, feigned anger in my voice.
"Put them over your head, so people don't have to look at your ugly face"
She cast me a look of horror and disbelief, but even as she did, her hands were bringing the panties up to her head, pulling them down over her hair, with the crotch section facing the front. "Uh uh uh, cunt", I said, "Position the crotch over your nose, so you can smell just how disgusting you are".
With another stifled sob, she spun the underwear on her head.
Once it was positioned to my satisfaction, I put my hand on her shoulder, and pushed her down, so she was kneeling. "Position 2", I said, and she smoothly spread her legs, her back going ramrod straight, her elbows coming together behind her back, pushing those big breasts out and thrusting her cunt forward.
As I turned to head into the lounge again, the front door clicked open and Becky walked in.
She surveyed the scene before her, and then asked with a smile, "Hmm, so what have we here?".
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