mollypops23:You don’t wanna be like her. You could wake up at the foot of your Master’
mollypops23: You don’t wanna be like her. You could wake up at the foot of your Master’s bed or in a cozy kennel with a blanket. He would gently nudge you awake and beckon you to him. You would heed his call contently, opening your mouth wide at his command, accepting his cock willingly as it slides into your mouth, sucking on him until he cums down your throat or onto your face. She wakes up on the cold floor of his dungeon to the painful feeling of a cock ramming into her ass. Her Master relishes in the discomfort it causes her, taking his time to make it last as long as possible. When he finishes, he makes her lick him clean, then roughly drags her up the stairs by her hair. Your breakfast could be nice and proper. It could be gourmet dog food, or perhaps if you’re lucky, scraps from either Master’s morning meal or his supper from last night. You’d be eating from a bowl on the floor of course, no hands allowed, just like the inferior creature you are. But you’d appreciate the act of your Master feeding you so kindly, and when you were finished you would try to thank him by crawling over and nuzzling his leg. Perhaps he would allow you to suck his cock yet again. Her breakfast is thrown outside onto the wet filthy ground. It consists of three week old leftovers and various items from the garbage. If she refuses to eat or shows any sign of reluctance, her Master’s boot forcefully shoves her head into the ground. She’ll eat one way or another and be grateful for it. Once she’s finishes she gets hosed off to wash away the filth. Mid morning activities for you would be fairly standard. You’d start by giving the house a light cleaning. Nothing too intensive, but making sure to wipe away yesterday’s dirt and dust. When you were finished you’d kneel at your Master’s feet, waiting obediently for any command he gives and of course, making yourself readily available to fulfill any of his sexual needs. If you beg nicely, he might even quench your thirst by allowing you to drink his piss after you suck him off. She spends her morning chained to a urinal in a dirty public restroom. Her Master forces a ring gag into her mouth and makes sure to mark the rest of the toilets “out of order.” He leaves her there alone to drink the piss of strangers for hours. Plenty of them grasp the opportunity to fuck her face first, not caring if she likes it. They use her like the object that she is, spraying her with cum and pee, marking her like the whore that she is. Her Master comes by around noon to retrieve his property, all used and worn out. Afternoons would be so easy for you. After being fed a similar meal to your breakfast, your Master would doll you up and put you in some light bondage for his amusement. Perhaps inviting a friend or two over to admire his handiwork. They would of course fuck you a few times over, but nothing sadistic. You’re nothing more than a pleasure toy after all, and submitting your holes to men is your primary function. You’d beg so sweetly for more, day after day becoming more addicted to the feeling of cocks and cum inside of you, coming to crave it daily as you lose yourself in a sex crazed haze. The pleasure would overwhelm you. Her afternoons are a bit more dour. She spends them different uncomfortable bondage contraptions, arms and legs restrained and often spread wide. Her Master takes her to a public place and leaves her there for anyone to use, leaving a note encouraging them to be rough with her. For the next few hours her body is repeatedly fucked and abused. Men pay no mind to her pleas, instead treating her like the pathetic fuck object she is. They’re unrelenting, and as dusk approaches she’s barely recognizable. Only then does her Master return to retrieve his property. Your evenings are relaxing. After cooking your Master a delicious meal, you again feed from your bowl. Afterward, you curl up at his feet as he relaxes in the living room. Many times you’ll serve as his footrest, moving only to fetch him a cold beverage or a snack. If you again beg nicely, he’d let you suckle lovingly on his cock while watches TV or reads, petting your head every so often and letting you know what a good girl you are. When he is ready to retire for the night, he’ll fuck you once more. If you’ve been extra good that day, and if you beg extra sweetly, he might even fuck your pussy instead of your ass (don’t get your hopes up of having any chance at receiving permission to cum though). Once he’s finished you’ll clean his cock with your mouth and thank him for using your body as his cum dumpster and gush about how lucky you are to be his slave. Then it’s off to bed with you, either on the bedroom floor or in your cage, falling asleep dreaming of ways to better serve your Master the next day. Evenings for her are much more unpleasant. After a third moldy meal, she’s again set up in painful bondage, complete with clamps and a gag if desired. From that point forward she’s struck and whipped with various tools, all with the intent of causing the maximum amount of pain. Her Master would invite one or two of his sadist friends over, intensifying the torture. She pleads with them to stop but her words fall on deaf ears as they continue their assault. Finally, when she’s nearly fainted from the abuse, they fuck her mercilessly, taking care to be as rough as possible, treating her worn out body as a mere slab of fuckmeat. A living cocksleeve to pump their cum into. When they finally finish, they force her to thank them for the evening and make her beg for equal or more intense treatment the next day while they piss on her one last time. Then, her Master drags down the stone stairs and tosses her carelessly onto the dungeon floor. Eventually, she drifts into a painful slumber flooded with awful dreams of what the next day holds in store for her. So you see, you may not like it. You may not like the fact that you’ve been taken from your family. The thought of becoming a slave might seem vile to you. But you are going to obey, you are going to serve, and you are going to beg. You might find the whole ordeal utterly repulsive, but you better not resist for long, because I know one thing for certain. You don’t wanna be like her. Devotional Training: A dichotomy of choices. -- source link