humiliationissex:These are my buddy’s dogs, Rex and cuntface. He met cuntface at the bar where she w
humiliationissex:These are my buddy’s dogs, Rex and cuntface. He met cuntface at the bar where she worked a couple of years ago now. She was one of a couple of bartenders that night, and it was the kind of place where the bartenders drink. Cuntface was, back then, the classic skinny, tattooed, edgy, rock-and-roll bar bartender type. My buddy sat at the end of the bar and chatted her up all night, buying her shots every time he re-upped. His night ended with his cock down her throat in the bathroom of the bar. It turned out that cuntface was in fairly dire straits–she couldn’t afford her rent, and showed up to their fourth “netflix and chill” session at my buddy’s place with all of her stuff. Still, I have to say, my man made the best out of a bad situation. After two or so weeks of fucking her skinny ass and cumming on her face, he started instituting rules. (A “fun sex game”.) She wasn’t going to get fucked in her pussy anymore, he said, unless she made some changes. For one, she wasn’t ever to cum without his say-so. Second, he wasn’t ever to see any body hair below the eyebrows on her. Finally, she was always to be completely naked in the house. He told her all she had to do was follow the simple house rules for fourteen days, she’d be getting fucked in her pussy again, and she could cum. Meanwhile, she could suck his cock, and he’d fuck her ass.Cuntface did her best to abide his rules–she needed to stay at his place, among other things–but of course, he always found infractions. The first one was the third day after the rules were introduced. She got home from a shift at the bar, unlocked the door, walked inside and started stripping off her clothes. He was sitting on the couch. “What is the fucking third rule, bitch?” he growled. She realized her mistake, and stepped out onto the front porch to finish stripping. But it was too late. He let her know that, regretfully, he had to punish her. The punishment was instituting a fourth rule. The fourth rule was that she was always to have her ass plugged in the house unless he explicitly gave her permission to take the plug out. The fourteen day clock restarted.The second infraction came five days into the second attempt, when my buddy saw stubble growing on cuntface’s pussy. Thus the fifth rule was created: in the house, she was only ever to answer to, or address herself as cuntface. The clock restarted.The fifth rule is what really got her in trouble. It’s extremely hard to drop “I” from one’s vocabulary. Infractions over the next month or so accounted for a slew of new rules, infractions of which, in turn, produced ever more rules. Six: cuntface was never to sit on the furniture. Seven: she was to wake my buddy up every morning with her tongue gently lapping his balls. Eight: whenever she entered the house, she was to crawl in from outside, find him, crawl to him, blow him, and swallow his cum. Nine: she was to drink his morning piss. Somewhere around this point, the rules stopped feeling like a sex game. Fifteen: when she was thirsty, she was to lap water from the toilet. Sixteen, she was always to crawl in the house. Eighteen: she was to eat her food from a bowl on the floor. Twenty-one: she was always to wear a collar in the house. Twenty-nine: she was to sleep in a dog bed on the floor by the side of his bed. Thirty-five: she was always to wear her collar, even outside of the house. Forty, she was to piss in the yard. Forty-four, she was to shit in the yard. It’s hard to say why cuntface kept going with this. Obviously part of her wanted it. Almost certainly she had somehow normalized it. My friend swears she never even tried to sneak an orgasm. Who can understand the cunt mind?As more months passed, and as cuntface got more and more desperate, my buddy started letting her make modifications to her body in lieu of having new rules added. She had electrolysis performed on all of her body hair. She had her nipples pierced with heavy gauge rings. She got “cuntface” tattooed above her permanently bald pussy. Her semi-permanent buttplug got bigger and bigger, stretching her asshole to a permanent gape.At some point late in the first year, my buddy completely stopped fucking cuntface. Rule sixty-three stopped her blowing him every time he entered the house. A couple of times a week, he’d jerk off on the floor and make her lick it up, or call her over when he was masturbating to unload on her face. But his cock stopped entering her ass or her mouth. He started bringing girls over, fucking them in his bed as she laid in her own on the floor. Eating breakfast with them in the morning while she drank from the toilets and ate from her bowl on the kitchen floor. Sometimes, she’d drink their morning piss. Her pussy hadn’t been used in a year, but it was constantly wet.My buddy sent me this picture yesterday. Cuntface had, finally, after fifteen months, made it thirteen days without a rule infraction. That’s when he got Rex. -- source link