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Today my life would change forever, I would never get to go back to who I used to be. After today, I would be owned completely, living my life dedicated to my Master. I’d spent the last two months with Master being trained, turned into the slave of his dreams.
When I first became Master’s submissive, I was even dumber than I am now and required lots of training to get to where I am today. Master needed to break me down, to teach me that my pleasure was serving him. And he did that over and over again, until the only thing left in this stupid little brain was the goal of pleasing my Master. That is what I live for. That is what I’m good at. That is what makes me happy.
I want to live as my Master’s slave, his fucktoy, his cumrag, his disgusting whore that will do anything to make him happy. And today I get to prove that. My weeks of rigorous training were all to prepare for what lies ahead, a life spent as my Master’s slave and nothing more. And once Master slips that collar around my neck, that is all I will ever be.
“Are you ready, my slave?” Master asked as he stood tall above me while I kneeled at his feet, exactly where I belonged.
I loved my master. I loved his deep commanding voice, his tall figure, how his visibly muscular build showcased just how weak I am next to him. I knew that if I had the ability to lift my head and look into his eyes, he’d be able to see this love for what it is. Unmistakable devotion.
I’d been waiting in this exact position for hours, kneeling completely naked on the hardwood floor. The anticipation of knowing what was to come after today, made it almost impossible to behave and wait patiently on Master to decide when it was time to finally come and use me. The largest steel plug I’d been trained to take was nestled deep in my ass, keeping me stretched and sore. My nipples, which had become irreversibly sensitive in my time with Master, were pinched tight with clamps and weights dangling off of them. This is how Master had left me, telling me to be a good girl and wait just like this for him.
“Yes Master. I am ready to become fully yours.”
“Fully my what, whore?”
Master loved making me remember my place as his slave, by forcing me to humiliate myself with the cruel and demeaning names he’d given me. Cum Rag, Bitch, Holes, Cocksleeve, Fleshlight- that is who I was now.
“Your Cum Rag, Master. That is all I am and all I want to be. I want to live as your slave and nothing else Master. Please officially make me yours Master.” I began rambling in my desperation to show just how badly I wanted this. That I knew without him I was nothing.
“Are you sure that is what you want, Slave? After this there is no turning back. I put this collar on your neck, and I am going to show you just how nice I’ve been to you these last two months. Are you ready to suffer for me, slut?”
Fuck. Master had made it clear that once I accepted being his Slave, he would no longer be holding back. That I’d no longer have the protection of being trained, and that I’d be expected to meet his expectations perfectly. Part of me was scared of just how intense and sadistic my Master could become. An even bigger part of me was scared of disappointing him. But I knew without a doubt that this is what I craved, what I needed.
Holding back a whimper I began nodding as I whispered, “Yes Master, I’m positive”.
Master began walking back and forth in front of where I kneeled on the floor as he spoke next. “Then let me explain what is going to happen next Whore. I am going to fucking break you.”
As Master stepped behind me, my breathing picked up in anticipation as he began lowering my collar in front of me and fastening it to my neck. It was cold and heavy, and I could tell right away that it was more than your standard collar as two small metal pieces could be felt on the side of my neck.
Master continued to speak as he fastened my collar around my neck.
“We’re going to get your pretty little collar fastened around your little throat and then we’re going to play a game Fleshlight.”
As Master finished tightening my new collar he stepped back in front of me and then squatted down so I could see directly into his eyes. His dark, beautiful eyes showed just how excited he was looking at me. I knew that whatever this game was, it wouldn’t be good for me. But how could that matter when I could tell just how happy it would make him. And I’d already agreed- this was my life now.
“The objective of this game is quite simple, Slave. You simply need to figure out what I want and give it to me.”
My heart rate spiked as my Master spoke. How could I give him anything? I exist to simply obey, to follow the orders given to me without hesitation. Before I could begin trying to figure out the rules of this game any farther, Master stood and commanded me to stand.
I did so without hesitation and rushed to comply with his order. I’d been left kneeling so long it was dizzying to stand up so quickly. The plug buried deep in my ass felt sore with the new movement and the movement caused the weights on the nipple clamp chains to swing, making my nipples feel like they were being torn off.
Master led me to lay down on my back on the four poster bed that was centered on the far wall of the playroom. Although I guess this would become my room now, unless Master specifically requested I sleep in his room for a night. Master made quick work of securing both of my hands to the bed with the bonds that were left on each of the bed posters and walked to the end of the bed to do the same with my feet. Once I was secured properly, I knew that there would be no way out of whatever was coming unless Master himself allowed it.
“You look so pretty when you’re at my mercy Slave.” Master spoke again, as he began walking to the cabinet where the whips, paddles, and other monstrous toys that only brought pain were kept.
I tried to ignore just how fast my heart was beating as my Master selected numerous toys and stepped back to the side of the bed. He laid some out next to me on the bed, but left the black leather single tailed whip in his hand.
“We never got to try this one out Bitch, are you ready? Try not to scream.”
And that was the only warning I was given as Master raised his hand holding the whip up high and whipped me straight across both of my tits harder than he had ever hit me.
Without meaning to, I opened my mouth and began to scream from the white hot pain that had lashed across my tits, and as the first sound escaped my lips a new pain took over my entire body- starting at the side of my neck where my collar rested.
As my body was electrocuted by the apparent shock collar around my neck the pain and surprise cut off what had been a scream as my brain scrambled to understand what was happening to me. As the electrocuted shock stopped coursing through my body, I was left trembling and paralyzed by fear tied to the bed as my master stood silently next to me with a pleased look on his face.
“I wish you could see just how scared you look right now, Slave.” Master uttered as his eyes stared directly into mine as I began silently choking on my sobs.
And without any more preamble, my Master raised the whip above his head and lashed me again. And again. And again.
Each and every one forced a scream past my sobs, and every time I opened my mouth I was greeted by the horrifying pain of the shock collar. My brain couldn’t process the pain I was in as stinging lashes that left red welts on my skin appeared one after another.
I wanted to scream and beg for a minute to catch my breath, but the endless cycle of lashes that caused me to scream that resulted in the shock collar sending electrocution through my body was endless.
Over and over again my Master rained down quick lashes across my body with the whip. My tits, my stomach, my pussy, my thighs- none of it was spared from the torment of my Masters whip.
I began crying and sobbing even harder from the endless pain I was subjected to at the mercy of my Master, when he took a brief pause and spoke to remind me “Did you forget we’re playing a game, Whore? That was only ten lashes, and I’m not stopping until you figure out what I want”.
My mind went reeling at this reminder. That the only way to put an end to this pain was to figure out what it is my master wanted from me. But how was I expected to be able to think with the dual pain of the lashes and shock collar.
I was lost in thought trying to figure out what Master wanted, what I needed to do to please him, when he raised his hand again and brought the whip down directly in between my spread legs.
I threw my head back against the mattress and screamed. The tail of the whip had caught its mark perfectly and landed directly across my clit and pussy. The shocks from the shock collar tried to remind me to shut up but not even that could stop the screams and sobs I began to let out.
Quiet. If the shock collar went off as I screamed could my Master want me to take my whipping without making noise. Was that the game?
I clamped my jaw shut just as Master landed the next lash across my body.
“Fuck Whore, this is exactly how your body should look at all times, covered in the marks from my hand.” Master spoke as he raised the whip and lined up his next lash, one that would land directly across my nipples that were still being trapped between clamps.
I thrashed wildly in my bonds as I kept my jaw locked in an attempt to not scream. This is what my Master wanted.
“Awww are those nipples sensitive Cocksleeve? How about we take those nipple clamps off now hmmm?” Master mused aloud, but when he raised the whip again instead of taking a step forward to remove them from my nipples, I knew this was just another mental game he wanted to play.
Whip!
Whip!
Whip!
Whip!
Lash after lash landed across my tits and nipples, hitting across the clamps and making me feel like I’d black out from the pain.
Whip!
Whip!
Whip!
Whip!
I could no longer take and let out a shriek in pain as my tits were abused, marked red and covered in lashes. And when the shock collar set off another course of electrocution through my body I was sure I’d pass out.
“Please…” I whispered to my Master as my head lolled to the side to try and catch his eye as I begged for mercy, and seized up in pain again as the shock collar punished me for opening my mouth once again.
Master laughed quietly as he shook his head back and forth. “Come on Cum Rag, you better figure it out because if you pass out I’m not going to stop. You’re fucking here until I hear exactly what I want”.
And with that Master began a new torrent of lashings up and down my body.
Hear? Master wanted to hear something. Fuck, I didn’t understand. The shock collar electrocuted me every time I made a noise, and yet Master wanted me to say something?
Whip!
“Please, another!” I screamed out after another lash landed across my pussy and felt like my entire body was on fire, causing the shock collar to send more electrocution through my body.
“You want another one, Slave? You just love me hurting you that much?” Master paused to ask.
With my brain barely functioning, I could recognize this was the game.
“Yes Master,” I sobbed and then shook as I received more pain from my collar.
“Good fucking girl,” Master commanded.
Whip!
“Please, another!”
Whip!
“Another!”
Whip!
“Master, more!”
Whip!
“Please, another!’
Whip!
“More, please!”
Over and over I cried begging and screaming for my Master to deliver more harsh blows to my body as my shock collar electrocuted me. I was becoming delirious from the pain, and the only thing I wanted was for it to stop, but I could only beg my Master for more.
I couldn’t think through the pain anymore, and my only instinct left was to beg for more pain, for him to hurt me worse.
This is what I wanted. This was my life now as Master’s Cum Rag.
Only after my voice went hoarse from screaming, and my body was left bruised and covered in stinging red welts, did Master drop the whip to the floor. I was scared, I didn’t know what came next, and I would have no say in how Master decided to use me next.
Master put one knee on the bed as he leaned over me and fiddled with the black box on my collar. He looked down at me smiling and said, “I didn’t realize my Slave was such a whore for pain. At first it looked like you weren’t enjoying it, but then you started just begging for more, and how could I deny such a desperate Cocksleeve? Do you just love it when Master hurts you?”
I weakly nodded my head in agreement as I faintly whispered, “Yes Master”, while I continued to cry. I was shocked when I didn’t feel another jolt of electricity run through my body as I spoke, and realized Master must have turned it off when he was adjusting it.
“What did the game teach you tonight Cum Rag?”
“To always beg my Master for more.”
“Exactly Whore. You will always beg me for more. I do not care how much it hurts, how much you don’t want, or how humiliating and demeaning it is. You fucking exist for my entertainment. My pleasure. And if I want to whip you until you pass out, you will take it and beg for more until I’m done.”
“I understand Master.” My brain was all fuzzy as I tried to follow what he was saying, I had a feeling this was an important lesson that he wouldn’t be so nice teaching a second time.
Master began slightly pushing and pulling on the steel plug that’d been in my ass for most of the day as he mused, “I wonder just how sore you are down here, Slave.”
I wined feeling the plug move in and out of me slightly as Master began to fuck me with it. “It’s really sore Master,” I replied as I fisted my hand in the bed sheets. “You’ve never had me wear one this long.”
Master stood and walked towards one of the cabinets in the room and began digging around, looking for something specific.
“You’ll be thanking me in a minute that I was so kind as to stretch your ass for you Cum Rag, I won’t always be so nice.”
As Master approached the bed I could see the massive dildo he’d picked out and the small bottle of lube he carried in his hands. After everything, I was terrified of this the most. Master knew the only things I’d ever had in my ass were the plugs he’d trained me with, and I’d definitely never been fucked there.
“This is eleven inches Bitch, and you are going to beg me to fill your ass with every last one of them. If you ask me to stop once, I’ll leave the dildo where it’s at and you’ll take ten more whips for every inch that is left. Understood?”
“I understand Master, thank you.” I whimpered with a shaky voice.
Master sat at the end of the bed between my legs and without any warning grabbed the base of the plug and pulled it straight out of my ass. I knew he wanted this to hurt, he wanted to see me in pain, and if I begged him to stop he’d only get to deliver it in another way. It was a win-win situation for him.
He was silent as he lubed the massive dildo, a mercy I was eternally grateful for, and put the tip up to my ass hole as he commanded, “Beg, Whore.”
“Please fill my ass Master. I want to be trained to take your cock in my ass, want to know what it will be like when you fuck me Master.”
I gasped as Master began working in the dildo and the tip caught against my rim. I’d guess two inches slid in, filling my ass where the plug had previously left me stretched.
Nine more inches to go. “Please may I have more Master. Please fill my ass more until I’m crying and begging.”
Master continued to push until about another inch slid into me, before he pulled it out to the tip and began working it back into me. My ass had already been left sore from the plug, and feeling my Master fucking me with the measely amount of the dildo I’d got in made me realize how much this was going to hurt.
But I continued to beg my Master anyways. I asked him for inch after inch.
About once half the dildo was in, I was shaking and Master had picked up speed. He was no longer being gentle and fucking me hard.
“Come on Fucktoy, you better open up and start taking the other half of this dildo before I get bored and just shove it in.”
I knew he’d make good on that promise, and was sure that there was no way I’d be able to take another 50 or 60 whips for the remaining inches. So I began begging like my life depended on it. I begged Master to fuck me hard, to ruin my ass, to not be gentle.
“Fuck it hurts, Master! Please may I have more?”
Another inch slid in.
“Please don’t stop, Master.”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as another inch entered my ass.
“Take it all you worthless Whore!” Master roared.
I became unintelligent as I continued to beg my Master to keep shoving the dildo up my ass. I wanted to make him proud, to please him. A babble of “please Master’s” became the only thing I could utter as my ass was stretched to it’s limits.
Master began raising his left hand and hitting me over my body while he continued to work the dildo in and out of me over and over again. His hits landed on bruises and welts that he’d left on my body as he screamed at me what a dirty whore I was. That only nasty Slave’s would be able to take a dildo of this size up their ass.
And he was right, that’s all I am. So through my tears, I begged for more and more as I felt my ass stretch to its limits and the dildo ramming my insides. I cried as Master continued to fuck me and land hit after hit on my sore and battered body.
“You’re almost there Cum Rag. Come on, finish it, take it all. I want to see you scream as I ruin your asshole.”
And scream I did as I finally felt the base of the dildo against my ass. Once I was filled with all eleven inches, he didn’t stop, and I continued to beg for more. My entire body ached in pain, my Master continued to deliver blow after blow, and the dildo fucking me stretched my ass to it’s limits.
“You like being a braindead ruined Slut for me who can only beg for me to ruin her? God you’re so fucking pathetic Cum Rag. All I do is hurt and abuse you for my pleasure and you take it all like the useless Slave you were meant to be.”
I continued to cry as Master repeatedly shoved all eleven inches in and out of my virgin asshole.
Only after Master got to enjoy forcing the entirety of the massive dildo into me and fucking me with it did he begin to slowly take it out. It hurt coming out of my abused asshole, and once it was all out I could feel the gape it had left me with. But my brain was too clouded to pay close attention, too muddled by the pain my Master had given me.
Master stood up and began undoing the bonds at the posts of the bed that had kept me tied down while he abused me. I wasn’t sure if this would be the end of me serving my Master tonight, but once I was all untied, Master began stroking the side of my head and wiping tears away from under my eyes.
“You did so good, Slave. Took everything I gave you and always begged me for more. So you’re going to beg me to do one last thing to you and then you’ll be all done until I decide to come use you to entertain myself again.”
My brain was too fuzzy to really make any verbal confirmation, but I was putty in his hands, so he took hold of my arms and helped me lower myself back into a kneeling position on the floor.
“You’re going to take this dildo and help me get it all cleaned up Cum Rag. And while you're down there, deepthroating a dildo covered in your ass, I am going to jerk off until I cum on your face.”
Part of me knew that this wasn’t something I liked, that ass to mouth was previously a boundary I’d set. But we had agreed that if I agreed to be his collared slave that there would be no limits. Everything hurt so much, and I was scared that any back-talk would result in more pain, and I’d made it so far to only disappoint Master now.
“Please may I put the dildo in my mouth to taste my ass Master” I asked weakly.
It was hard begging for something I didn’t want deep down, but it was what was asked of me, and I’d do anything for Master.
So weakly nodding my head I simply bent slightly down at the waist and began lapping at the tip of the massive eleven inch dildo Master placed in front of me that had been buried in my ass only moments ago.
“See Cocksleeve, it’s not so bad is it?”
With a good six or seven inches buried down my throat I looked up at my Master and shook my head back and forth.
Drool dripped out of my mouth and ran down the length of the toy. Master had spent quite some time training me on being a good blow job whore, but it was hard to give my full effort when I was so exhausted.
I could see his hard cock in my face as he rubbed his hand up and down his length while he stared at me bent over on the floor tasting my own ass on the dildo. I loved seeing how hard I’d made him. That he was happy.
So I knew this was exactly where I belonged.
“Is that little brain in your head all broken now Cunt? You’ve been beaten, rough fucked in your ass, and now deepthroating a dildo that was in your ass. You’re fucking disgusting Slave. Pathetic. And you'll beg for me to do it all over again tomorrow.”
Master groaned and leaned his head back as he continued to work his cock. He was right, I would beg for Master to abuse me like this all over again tomorrow if it meant I got to see him like this again.
I assumed I was not meant to stop my task and reply so I continued face fucking myself and sneakily watching my Master as he got closer to cuming.
“I hope you’re ready, because tomorrow I will spend the whole day humiliating you. I’m going to break you down mentally until you’re just a hollow shell of a person to be molded into what I want you to be.”
God, Master hadn’t held back at all tonight, and if this was night one, I knew I wouldn’t be able to imagine what else he had in store for me even if I tried.
Master gave a deep groan as he angled his cock down and covered my face in his cum. I loved this so much, this is what made me happy. This was proof that I had been a good Slave.
“Thank you for giving me your cum Master.” I had long since been trained to always thank my Master for the reward of his cum, no matter how he decided to give it to me.
I was now a collared slave. My Master’s Cum Rag devoted to living my life as his entertainment and pleasure. It didn’t matter if he beat me, or humiliated me, or stretched my holes until I cried, I learned tonight that I would always beg for more. As Master cleaned up the room and tucked me into bed, I tried to think of what the next day would bring, but drifted off to sleep before I could think anything other than how excited I was.