Blackmailed Slaves for Life

[kearns]

"Damn, I need milk," Caroline said, frowning at the half-made meal in front of her. It was 11 o'clock at night though, and the stores were closed. She decided she'd walk across the street and borrow a cup from her neighbor.

Caroline was a twenty year-old brunette who dropped out of college after inheriting a fortune from her parents. She had no one. No boyfriend, no siblings, and as of last year no parents. Her friends disappeared one by one after her parents' death. That was fine, she didn't want friends anyways. What she really wanted was a slave. She was sick of doing everything herself. Sure, she could pay for the services of a butler for the rest of her life easily, but one of her kinks was dominating someone who didn't want to be dominated, and making them serve her for free for the rest of their lives. The trouble was finding a someone who didn't want that to happen to them, of course, and then finding a way to force them into it. She could go online and find a young guy or two willing to serve her simply because she was a female, but where would the fun in that be? She wasn't interested in a trusting master/slave relationship, or always having to put on an act as a dominatrix. No, she wanted a slave to serve her because they had no choice, because the consequences of not serving her would be worse than submitting to her whims. But that idea only floated around in her head, she didn't think she'd actually be able to live out her fantasies. However, she did acknowledge the possibility of one day owning somebody. When her house was built, she had her father's old developers install locks on the doors and windows that were able to be locked from the inside as well as outside if she so chose. She also bought large numbers of toys and equipment, mostly because she could burn money without consequence. She didn't know when she'd have the opportunity to acquire a slave, she only knew it would come one day.

Caroline grabbed her phone from the kitchen counter and walked out the door. It was summer, and the countryside night sky was amazing. There were only four houses on her street, and her's was the largest. The rest were smaller, almost summer homes for people wishing to get away from the bustling cities. They were cheap, and Caroline figured that was why her neighbor Bern (or rather, her parents) was able to afford the small house across the street from her's. Bern was a college student, fresh out of high school. She was also a brunette, and a little on the pudgy side but far from fat. As far as Caroline knew she didn't appear very popular- she never saw other cars pull up to the house, and Bern only seemed to leave for classes at the local community college, always returning later that night.
Caroline approached the front door and rang the bell. A minute passed. No response. She rang again, and scrunched up her face in confusion. The lights were on, and she could hear music coming from the house, but she got no answer. Thinking Bern just must not have heard her, Caroline opened the door and walked in. The house wasn't bad, per se, but one could tell it was definitely on the cheaper side, and that there was a college student living there. Clothes were everywhere, heavy books were piled on top of another, and Caroline was greeted by dozens upon dozens of panties and bras that Bern had seemingly not washed yet. Caroline stepped further into the house, locating the source of the music to be the living room. She was only a step away from the living room now- and found Bern naked, on the couch watching porn on mute, fingering herself and grabbing her boobs. Caroline's eyes widened, and a knot tightened in her stomach. Her muscles felt weak. This was her chance, her chance to own a slave! Slowly, she pulled out her cell phone and took a picture of the scene. Bern didn't even notice she was there, she was too busy humping the couch in rhythm to the music and riding the high of her masturbation. Caroline took picture after picture, even being daring enough to get close to Bern's fingers buried in her pussy to snap a picture of that. When Bern began played with her nipples and licking her fingers, Caroline went crazy. She couldn't take pictures fast enough. Finally, she recorded a video of Bern and the porn on TV to seal the deal. Caroline had her slave.

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Caroline crept over to Bern and grabbed her boobs from behind. Bern screamed and turned around, falling off the couch as she did so. She backed further into the living room with a horrified expression painted on her face. Caroline smiled smugly and simply walked over to the blaring music and shut it off. Bern said nothing, but her mouth was wide open in shock.
"Well well well Bernadette, it seems we've got a horny little girl here."
Bernadette simply stared.
"Oh, I just came over for some milk, but when you didn't answer the door with the lights being on, I got concerned. Imagine my surprise when I found this scene!"
Bern was breathing heavily now, and her face turned a crimson red.
"Luckily, I captured everything on camera, my little porn actress! It's all right here!" She said delightedly, waving her phone in the air. "A good thirty or so pics, and a five minute video of you getting dirty and watching porn. Speaking of which, it really is nasty porn Bern, what kind of sicko watches girls getting gang-raped by dogs? You wouldn't want this to get out, would you?"
Bern's eyes widened and she shook her head no. Her body was shaking in fear.
"Don't worry Bern, it won't. As long as you do as I say, that is. You see, I'm very lonely in my house, Bern, and very rich. I don't know what to do with myself! But now I know! You're going to be my slave Bern, and you're going to obey my every order no matter how sick or disgusting because if these pictures ever got out, they'd ruin your life. Your parents would probably never talk to you again, and probably stop paying for college, your friends wouldn't see you again, and you'd never hold a job because I'll make sure any employer that hires you sees these pics and video. You wouldn't be able to move where I couldn't find you because one, I'm rich with a ton of resources at my disposal, and two, I'd have plenty of time to sit around all day searching for you. You're a community college student, so I assume you have no money to just get up and move anyways. If I had to spend every waking hour finding you, though, I'd do it because I'm just THAT bored. Face it, Bern, I fucking own your ass, and there's no escape or getting out of it. You're my slave, for as long as I wish. And I'd never let a slave go."

Bern looked into Caroline's eyes and knew it was true. She bowed her head in defeat.
"Good slave, accepting your new life. Here's what we're gonna do: first of all, you are to address me as Mistress at all times, and say 'Yes Mistress' after every order I give you. Failure to do so will be punished severely. Secondly, we're going to pack up some of your things and you're going to move in with me from now on. I plan on keeping you Bern, so just get used to it. We won't sell this house because it might be useful, but you're going to drop out of college. Your life belongs to me now and the only education worth your while is what I train you to do. Third, forget your old name. I'll call you whatever I want from now on- Cunt, Tits, Slut, Whore, Bitch, slave, whatever. I'll never call you Bern again, and seeing as I'm the center of your universe now it's best you just forget it. Fourth, you are to always and only wear panties and bras around me, or any swimsuits I give you. Sometimes I may remove the bra, sometimes I'll give you extra stuff like stockings and garter belts and high heels, but I'll always have you in panties. And I'll make sure there's a huge selection of underwear for me to choose from- I'm gonna go online tomorrow and order hundreds of panties, bras, and swimsuits just for you. Let's see, what else... Oh! Tomorrow we'll go downtown and get you pierced and tattooed, and we'll pick up some hormones for breast development. I want DDs on you, slave, not the C cups you have now. You'll be put on a strict exercise and diet plan to ensure you're always in shape and to get you more of an hourglass figure. I also intend for you to exercise naked, that way I can record you and sell tapes of your bouncing boobs and jiggling ass online. And maybe I'll put a corset on you for some time. Anyways, any questions before you start your new life?"
"N-n-no, Mistress...." Bern stammpered.
"Good. Now get up, you're going to pack all of your panties, bras, and swimsuits into boxes for me. Everything else I have at my home."
"Y-yes Mistress. I'll be a few minutes."
"Say 'this slave' will be a few minutes, bimbo, I don't want you to ever say 'I' again."
"Yes Mistress. This slave will be a few minutes, Mistress."
"Better. Now get to it, slave," Caroline said, slapping her on the ass.
" And where's your cell phone, slave?"
"On the table, Mistress."
Caroline walked over to it and picked it up. She casually strolled through the contacts list, grinning because she was right. Bern didn't seem to have a ton of friends, and that meant less questions as to why she was no longer going to be in school. However, upon checking the pictures Caroline discovered her new slave did seem to have a horny side, often posing in her underwear and sometimes topless. She sent a few of the pics to her phone to ass to the blackmail, then scrolled further... only to find one of Bern's friends as the star of five or so pictures, some topless, others spreading her legs to reveal her pink pussy, still others bending over in panties and swimsuits. And although Caroline was straight, she had to admit Bern's friend was smoking hot. She had a cute face with pouty lips, and one of the best asses she'd ever seen on a girl. And those boobs had to cause her a lot of pain- she was small, so the melons on her chest had to have thrown her weight off balance... and gotten her a lot of attention from the guys.
"Cunt, who's your friend with the tits?"
Bern walked over to her Mistress and looked at the phone.
"Hands clasped behind your back and chest out when in the presence of your owner, slut."
"Yes Mistress," Bern said quickly, adjusting. "That's my- I mean, this slave's- friend Jennifer."
"Why is she on your phone, slave?"
"We just used to have fun, Mistress, like a lot of teenage girls. We'd pose in skimpy clothes and take pictures of each other. We used to do it all the time."
"Do you have any more pics, slut?"
"Yes Mistress, in my e-mail inbox."
Caroline chuckled.
"It's my lucky day. First I get one slave, now two."
Bern's eyes widened.
"Mistress, please don't!"
"You don't have a choice, slave. Neither does Jennifer... or Tits, as I'll call her from now on. Where does she live?"
"In an apartment downtown, Mistress."
"Alone?"
"Yes Mistress, she ran away from home a couple of years ago and lives here now."
"Ran away? So no parents, no anything? Any friends or job or school?"
Bern couldn't believe she was betraying her friend like this.
"Not really Mistress. We were sort of... loners, I guess. She works at Mighty Taco but she was gonna quit soon anyways. She doesn't go to school, either."
"Now neither do you, slut! This is great! Contact her tonight and tell her her new role in life. Then tell her to pack her toothbrush and all her panties, bras, and swimsuits and be ready to be picked up for her tattooing tomorrow at two. Tell her about the blackmail material and how many resources I have, and tell her if she goes to the police there's going to be trouble. Don't tell her where I live, by the way."
"Yes Mistress. When do you want me to call?"
"As soon as you grab your toothbrush and bring the boxes over to your new home. I own your ass now, as well as your friend's!"
"Yes Mistress," Bern said in total submission. Her life had just crashed and burned before her and she knew it. Bern walked to the bathroom to grab her toothbrush, and walked back out to find her owner with her pants down and shoving Bern's cell phone up her wet pussy.
"Walk with your tits thrust out and your head high, slave, or there's going to be punishment. I already decided you're going to get a posture collar."
"Yes Mistress. And, uh, Mistress, what are you-?"
"Do not speak without permission, whore! But for your information, I am soaking your phone in my pussy juices. It's going to be locked up in a safe most of the time, but when it's out to call your parents or Jennifer, I want it to always smell of my pussy. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good, then let's get you over to your new home. We have a big day ahead of ourselves tomorrow!" Caroline said in mock delight, pulling her gray thong and blue jeans up. Everything was perfect- she finally found her unwilling slave. No, she reminded herself, slaves. Plural.
"You want me to do it naked, Mistress?"
Caroline's face became a mask of rage.
"GET OVER HERE, SLAVE!"
Bern whimpered and hesitantly took steps towards her angered owner.
Caroline stormed over to the couch and sat down fast, motioning for Bern to lay across her lap. Bern obeyed.
Caroline's swats were fast and hard, covering every inch of skin on Bern's ass and thighs. It stung badly, and Bern cried out.
"I. Own. This. Ass. And. It. Will. Obey!" Caroline shrieked.
It felt like an eternity, but Caroline finally stopped raining blows upon Bern's tender and now bright red ass.
"Let's get this straight, Cunt," Caroline said, calming down and swishing her hair. "You are my property now, and I am dead serious about it. I own you! That means you are my slave, and when I give my slave an order I expect it to be carried out promptly with no questions asked. I don't care if you hate the task and have a look of disgust on your face when doing it, I don't care if you hate me and aren't Miss Perky all the time. However, I will NOT tolerate questioning my orders, any reluctance in carrying out orders or disobeying me at any time. I own your ass! And you better be respectful at all times too, or I'll punish both you and your friend. Do I make myself clear, slave?"
"Y-y-yes Mistress!" Bern said through tears. Caroline really did seem serious. There really was no getting out of this.
"Good. Now get those boxes over to my house, and YES, you will be naked when doing it. No more hesitation or questioning, slave," Caroline said, slapping Bern's ass. It jiggled, and Caroline smiled. She was going to have a lot of fun.

[kearns]

"Here's where you'll be sleeping tonight and for the rest of your life, slave!" Caroline said happily, opening up her closet in her bedroom. Bern peered in, and her heart dropped. It was a dog cage, with some padding on the bottom.
"Any complaints, slave?" Caroline exclaimed, smiling maniacally.
"No Mistress," Bern said sadly, remembering to clasp her hands behind her back and thrust her chest out proudly.
"Excellent. Now let's get you your collar," Caroline said, digging through the closet and pulling out a posture collar and two wrist cuffs.
"These go on you like so," Caroline muttered to herself, locking the wrist cuffs on her property. "Kneel, slave," Caroline said.
Bern obeyed.
"When I tell you to kneel, I want your hands clasped behind your back, your knees spread out far, and your chest out, like always. Oh, and your head will be looking straight, even without the collar. This is the position you'll be in a lot when I'm just sitting around and you're awaiting my orders. You better get used to not moving or making sounds for long periods of time, too, because after a few months I'll punish you if you move more than an inch in this position."
"Yes Mistress," Bern said, gulping.
Caroline brought the posture collar down and locked it around Bern's neck. Bern found she couldn't move her head in any direction and was forced to hold it high.
"Yay!" Caroline said, clapping her hands. "Now I'll show you your new morning routine!" She clipped a leash onto to Bern's collar and led her to the bathroom.
"Here's the bathroom for you girls! I'm going to be using the one downstairs from now on, because I'm going to make some major changes to this one. First, I'm going to install security cameras. I'll be doing it around the house and in your closet, but I'm gonna really load it up here. There's going to be two over the sink, one for both you and Jennifer.

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I'm going to install one over the toilet, so you'll always be watched when you use the bathroom. Remember, slaves have no privacy and no secrets from their owners! That's why I'm going to remove the door as well. Now, in the shower," Caroline tugged on Bern's leash and she almost tripped coming over, "I'm going to put in eight waterproof cameras, to capture you girls cleaning yourselves every day. There will be four cameras for each of you- one for your face, one for your tits, one for your pussy, and one for your ass. All of this will be automatically uploaded to my computers to add to your blackmail. If it's especially good material, I'll make a few DVDs and sell it on kinky porn sites. Oh, and one more thing: you aren't going to like the sound of this, but once a week you are to forego regular shampoo and wash your hair in my shit. I don't care if you don't like it, just obey."
Bern was sickened, both at her loss of privacy and at what her Mistress just told her. Hell, she was sickened by everything her Mistress said and did tonight.
"But that's better than what your friend Jennifer will have to go through for the rest of HER life. She's going to be my personal portable toilet, and there's nothing she can do about it. Shit and piss are going to be a large part of her diet. Personally, I think I'm going to enjoy shitting all over her huge melons attached to her chest, then having her sit in it for hours, all while being recorded. Then she'll eat it for the camera. What do you think, slave?"
"Uh, whatever Mistress wants," Bern lied hastily.
"Oh, tell the truth, Cunt, I'm not the type of mistress to punish you for telling the truth. If it's disgusting, just say it. But then obey. Now, slut, is it disgusting? Tell the truth or you'll be the toilet slave."
"Yes Mistress, it's very disgusting! Positively gross!" Bern put on a fake smile and thrust her chest out, her tits bouncing as she did so.
"Hmmmm... I sorta like it when you're perky. Anyways, as long as you obey tonight I promise I'll leave my shit and piss all for Jennifer. Does that sound like a fair deal?"
"Very fair, Mistress!"
"Good, but you'll still be required to use my shit as shampoo once a week. But that's as far as you'll get with that area in your slave life. Let's see, what else was I going to say...? Oh yeah, I'll be adding two big digital clocks in here. Both will be set to six minutes. You'll have six minutes to brush your teeth, and six minutes to shower. No overlappings of the time, either. At the end of the six minutes the water will be shut off at the sink and the shower will start automatically. When you close the shower door, it will be locked behind you to ensure you stay the full six minutes. I want my slaves lookin' good for their Mistress! You'll wash each other's hair and bodies, facing the cameras properly. You are not allowed to wash yourself. At the end of the six minutes, you'll dry off, put your assigned panties, bra, or swimsuit on for that day, as well as any other items such as dildos, butt plugs, or gags, then go downstairs and make me breakfast. I'll create a menu for you too and hang it on the wall. You are to assist one another in making my breakfast, then wake me at 8 a.m. sharp and kneel at attention awaiting my orders. When I'm done, I may let you make your own breakfast, I might not. It depends on how generous I am that day, and how good my breakfast is. Understand?"
"Absolutely Mistress."
"Let's go see the kitchen and where you'll eat."
Caroline led her new slave downstairs by the leash and they entered the kitchen. It was rather ordinary, and the meal Caroline was making was sitting congealed on the counter.
"If I had milk to finish making this, I wouldn't have slaves. If I wasn't hungry, I wouldn't have half made it, and I wouldn't have needed milk so I wouldn't have slaves. Funny how life works, isn't it? It must be destiny. Your purpose in life must be to be my obedient little slaveslut." With a wicked smile, Caroline dumped the contents of the bowl into the sink.
Unbelievable, Bern thought. My whole life is ruined because she needed milk?
Caroline searched through a cupboard and pulled out an object.
"This is where you'll eat, slave," Caroline said, tossing a dog bowl onto the floor. "You are to eat anything I put in here. That's an order. Oh, and get used to the taste of dog food. It will help you lose some pounds while also filling you up after I insert a few pills in it. Now stand there in the respectful position I taught you and don't move, I'll be right back."
Caroline walked down a staircase to the basement, leaving Bern to clasp her hands behind her back and look forward at nothing in particular. She sighed. This was how her life was going to be from now on. And Jennifer's, too!

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Caroline returned from the basement with two strange looking stools. A good portion of the wood that made up the seat was simply not present, and a kind of metal cage wrapped around the front, stopping at the chair. Bolts covered the wooden base of the cage. Caroline removed her jeans to reveal her gray thong with "Princess" on the front written in pink. She pulled her shirt from her chest, revealing a matching bra that cusped her small boobs. She was no whore with huge tits like she intended to turn her slaves into. She walked over to Bern, her hips moving deliciously as she did so. She grabbed her slave's leash and led her to one of the chairs, ordering her to kneel in the cage. Bern obeyed, and her wrist cuffs were locked to the base. Her head was now facing the chair. The cage closed behind her, and her Mistress removed her thong enticingly before sitting in the chair. Bern's face sat mere centimeters away from her Mistress's pussy, and she could make out every pubic hair that made up the landing strip design above it. Because of the cage and the bolts she was locked to, she could not move her face away from the pussy that was now the center of her existence. Now Bern knew the purpose of the chair, and she was humiliated by it. Her face turned a bright red.
"I see my slave knows the purpose of this chair. Get used to it, slave, you'll be sitting down there a lot eating me out while I'm eating my meal. Not all the time, but often enough. Now I want to enjoy the property I own before I go to bed, so start worshipping my pussy."
"Yes Mistress," Bern said flatly, sticking her tongue out and slowly approaching the pussy before her. Throughout her licking and sucking, her Mistress told her she'd be given lessons on how to suck pussies, cocks and assholes.
"I intend to make you very well-rounded when it comes to giving pleasure, slave, because that's your only job now: pleasing your Mistress."
Bern hated every second of it. She wasn't a lesbian or bisexual, wasn't even bi-curious, but she knew she'd be sucking this pussy in front of her millions of times throughout her life. And the smell was awful!
Finally, her Mistress came all over her face, coating her face with her Mistress's juices. The torture came to a conclusion. Her Mistress got up from the chair, picked up the forgotten thong and placed the band of it over Bern's ears. The thong covered her nose right where her Mistress's pussy sat all day, and it was dripping wet, evidently from tonight's shocking events. The thong slightly covered Bern's eyes as well, obscuring her vision.
"You'll be wearing lots of my underwear on your head while you serve me, so get used to it. Jennifer will often be wearing piss and shit-soaked ones, though, so be grateful to your Mistress you won't ever have to do that. Come on, thank your Mistress!"
"Thank you Mistress," Bern said, taking a whiff of her Mistress's extremely smelly pussy.

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"Good. You'll be wearing my juices and thong on your face all night as a symbol of your slavery. Let's get to bed now."
Caroline removed Bern from her confinement and was led upstairs blindly, forced to accept the smell of her Mistress on her face with every step.
"We'll close your bank accounts tomorrow, and put my car up for sale. No doubt it's better than yours but I don't want anyone getting too suspicious. Besides, I won't be driving myself around anymore, I have chouffers! Oh, you'll also be doing all the household chores and maintenance that need to be done, as well as serving me personally. Normally we'll alternate- one day I'll have you do all the housework while Jennifer waits on me, and the next we'll switch.
I'll also hire the workers needed to put in the additions to the bathroom and my closet tomorrow. It should be a fast job, over with by the time we're done picking up Jennifer and getting you two pierced and marked as my property. I'll use my late father's company that I own to do the additions, that way there's no questions asked."
They reached Caroline's bedroom.
"Oh, one more thing slave: call Jennifer and tell her about her new life. And remember to warn her about the cops and how rich I am, just so she doesn't get any funny ideas. Your cell phone is on my bed, let me get it." A moment later and her sticky phone was pushed into Bern's hand.
"It's already ringing."
Ten minutes later and Jennifer was informed. She was sobbing a little bit as she was reminded of all the nasty pictures in Bern's phone and e-mail account, but she said she'd be ready at two tomorrow for pick-up.
"She said she'll begin packing her underwear before bed, Mistress. She also knows she'll have to call you Mistress tomorrow and from now on."
"Good job, slave. Now get in the cage," Caroline demanded, pushing Bern down on all fours and leading her into her cage.
"I don't actually need you in a cage to prevent you from running away, because the doors and the windows in this house all lock from the inside. The windows also aren't made of glass, so they're very tough to break. But I like my slaves in cages anyways, it's so fitting for your new position in life. Anyways, I'm going to go downstairs to go online and start ordering a whole bunch of custom underwear and swimsuits for you girls to model for me. I'll check your sizes by the panties and bras you brought over. I'll also place the order to my company for the house additions, as well as an order for a new closet door to lock you in here when you sleep and open automatically at a specific time. I want to soundproof this closet as well so an alarm can wake you without waking me. I'll set up appointments for hair, nails, and your tattoos, too. I'm also going to make a few recordings of my voice so you can continue to be trained in a way in your sleep. I'll download the recordings to special headphones that are able to store MP3 files and have them ready for you by tomorrow night. And speaking of tomorrow night..." Caroline went into the closet, opened a few boxes, and stepped out with what looked like two black harnesses.
"These are for tomorrow night," Caroline said with an exaggerated wink. "Sweet dreams, pussyslut." And with that, Caroline closed and locked Bern's cage and shut the closet door, leaving Bern in complete darkness with nothing to do but close her eyes and become intoxicated by her Mistress's stinky juices.

[rdcottman]

keep it up, it is getting very good.

[Officelover]

I've got to say, kearns, this story is very very good. I don't say "great" for a reason. The writing is superb, and the whole story is very hot. However, the premise is incredibly dry- person sees other naked, takes picture, blackmails. Overall, though, pretty good.

[kearns]

Haha, well like with any other story I pen, I'm extremely horny as I write it and just want to get to the juicy bits. I had a general idea for an introduction for my first story, but when I wrote this story it took me awhile to come up with one. I tried making the whole blackmail thing less on how embarrassing it would for it to come out but more on how if it came out Bern's life was ruined. Caroline had the resources to find her even if she moved across the country where she wouldn't be affected by the blackmail as much, and after finding her she'd be able to send the pictures/video to any employer. Thus Bern would have no way of supporting herself. Also, she was a community college student with no money of her own so she couldn't just run away from Caroline that night anyways.

Thanks for the kind words you two.

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"Okay, Pussyslut, get up," Caroline said, rattling on Bern's cage. Bern opened her eyes to find last night was not simply a bad nightmare. Her Mistress stood before her and sounded impatient. Bern crawled out of her cage and stood up.
"Good news, slave, I decided your new name is going to be Pussyslut! So that means I'll have Pussyslut and Tits serving me!"
Bern, or Pussyslut as she was now called, groaned.
"You have fifteen minutes to brush your teeth, shower, and get dressed, Pussyslut. Your clothes are on my bed. Keep me waiting and there'll be punishment when we get home."
"Yes Mistress," Bern managed to get out wearily, walking slowly to the bathroom.
"Fifteen minutes, slave!"
Bern seemed to wake up as the realization hit her. She didn't have much time. She picked up the pace on her way to the bathroom.
Thirteen minutes later, and Pussyslut was out of the shower and dressed in some of her old clothes. It seemed her Mistress was intentionally making her outfit as slutty as possible. A black thong was hidden underneath her red short-shorts that emphasized her legs and butt, and a simple white t-shirt that was a size too small clung to her chest showed her black bra to the world.
"Just because you're allowed to go out a few times every year and wear more than panties and bras doesn't mean you stop being my slave. As such, any outfit I pick out for you will be completely slutty and revealing. Oh, and I want your thong to stick out. Make sure it's up the whole time we're out or you'll be punished. You're my thing now, an 'it,' like a pretty handbag. And I want my handbag looking hot and slutty."
"Yes Mistress."
"Today was the last day of your life you'll ever get to sleep in. From now on you're on a tight schedule, at least in the morning. Text Jennifer and tell her we're on our way."
"Yes Mistress," Pussyslut said, grabbing her sticky phone.
They walked out the door, Caroline first, in high heel boots and sandals respectively. Caroline felt incredibly hot today, and decided to don her huge sunglasses and pop a piece of chewing gum into her mouth. She handed the keys of her car to her slave, and they were off.

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"The workers will be installing everything while we're away. One of them is an old family friend, so you'll be uh, tipping him for his services when we get back."
The rest of the ride continued in silence until they reached Jennifer's house. Jennifer was told to be looking out the window for her ride, and upon seeing them she grabbed up two cardboard boxes and walked out to the car. Caroline couldn't believe her luck. The figure making her way toward her car was flawless. Huge tits that joggled as she walked complemented her bee-stung lips and hourglass shape. Even from the distance, Caroline could see Jennifer's hips rolling and she knew, based on the hips and the pictures she'd seen, that Jennifer owned one hot ass.
Well, OWNED a hot ass. I own it now, Caroline thought, smiling to herself. Yes, this one won't have to be put on a strict diet or exercise plan at all. Her body was every horny man's dream- it screamed "whore."
"Hello, uh, Mistress," Jennifer said nervously, opening the car door.
"Don't be shy, Jennifer, I've heard all about you! Actually, I've seen you more than I've heard about you, but same diff. You're not shy at all though, so don't act like it."
"Uh, sorry, I've just never uh, done this before."
"You are to address me as Mistress at all times, Jennifer."
"Sorry Mistress."
"I'll let you slide for now because you're new and we have a big day ahead. I'll tell you all the rules and what to expect in your new life as Pussyslut here drives."
"Uh..." Jennifer glanced nervously over at her friend, who was gripping the steering wheel tightly and looking straight ahead.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you about your new names. This here is Pussyslut, and your new name is Tits. Don't ever let me catch you two calling each other anything different.
"Tits?" Jennifer said incredibly. "Tits?!?"
"Yes, TITS, Tits, and if you don't like it that's too bad because I own your ass and those wonderful balloons on your chest. Do I make myself clear, TITS?"
"Uh, yes Mistress! Sorry Mistress!" Jennifer said, not wishing to anger this woman.
"Good. Drive, Pussyslut."
"Yes Mistress."

[kearns]

They pulled into a tattoo parlor within ten minutes and got out of the car. Pussyslut checked her thong to make sure it was showing. They walked into the shop and a little bell on the door rang, alerting the shop owner he had customers.
"Here for our 2:30," Caroline said confidently at the man at the counter. He wasn't paying attention, though, as his eyes were trying to choose between viewing the barely-dressed brunette and the totally fuckable blonde with huge tits.
"Uh, sorry ma'am?" The man said, blinking.
"We're here for our 2:30."
"Oh. Right. Well, then, lemme just uh... Raaaaay!" He shouted towards the back, and a gruff looking man with tattoos wrapped around the length of his arms emerged a minute later.
"Oh, Caroline, how are ya?" Ray said, beaming the sight of her.
"Excellent, Ray! Thanks for asking. Remember when I told you about...?" She leaned in and whispered something in his ear.
He nodded, and his face took on a serious tone.
"Great, Ray. And feel free to use any of them," she added in a whisper.
He nodded and motioned for the three to follow him to the back. They entered a dingy little room that smelled of cigarette smoke and alcohol.
"So, what will it be for the little sluts?"
"I want matching "SLAVE" tattoos in black ink to go on their left ass cheeks, for starters. And "PROPERTY OF CAROLINE" on the other."
"Okay, easy enough."
"I also want this one-" she indicated Tits- "to have the word "TOILET" written above her titties, also in black ink.
Ray chuckled slightly at that one.
"And for this one," Caroline continued, I want the words "PUSSY" on the left side of her face, and "SLUT on the right. I want permanent black eyeliner as well. All caps for every tattoo for these girls, too. Don't forget!"
Pussyslut's eyes widened in shock. She'd never be able to return to a normal life with those tattoos! Jennifer would at least be able to hide the "TOILET" tattoo if they found some way of escape, but not her!
"Okay. Anything else today?"
"Of course. I want silver rings soldered onto their clits, and a removable bell attached for both of them. I also want their tits pierced, and I'd like to buy bells for each pair as well. Next I'd like three large silver rings on each side of their pussy lips soldered on. For the girl getting the face tattoo, I want her lips to be tattooed black. For the girl with the huge tits, I want her lips tattooed pink."
"Okay, then. It should come out to be a few hundred dollars, you'll have to ask Jay at the counter, he's the money guy. And uh, if you don't mind...?"
"Not at all, Ray. What services do you want from my girls?"
"A blowjob by the one getting the face tattoos, and a tittyfuck by the other."
"You got it Ray. If they give you any trouble, I'll be in the front."
"I'll call you when I'm done, Caroline," he wheezed.

[kearns]

Two hours later, and Pussyslut and Tits were modified, fucked, and out the door. Both their rings smoldered permanently to their clits jingled at the slightest movement because of the bells attached, and both realized they'd better get used to the sound. The weight of the large nipple and pussy rings dragged both down, and both were terribly humiliated, Pussyslut especially. Her life- even if she escaped- would never be the same again, for in angry, jet black ink the words "PUSSY" and "SLUT" covered both of her cheeks, and her lips and the skin around and under her eyes were permanently colored a seductive black. Tits' tattoos were easier to hide, but no less degrading. She was shocked to learn in the car that she'd be serving as a toilet for her Mistress, but the large tattoo scrawled across her chest really struck that concept home to her. She tried and couldn't imagine the taste of pee and poop, and she definitely couldn't imagine her new pink lips wrapped around a piece of shit. The tattoos on their asses were mere formalities compared to the extremely degrading tattoos both received elsewhere. Tits also got her first face full of cum as a slave as she was titty-fucked by Ray after her procedures, her giant fleshballs being squeezed over Ray's cock until he reached orgasm. For Pussyslut, it was the first blowjob she ever gave in her life, and she was instructed to swallow. Both were ushered out of the shop by Caroline, who reminded them they had an appointment at the salon.
Pussyslut again took the wheel for the ten minute drive to the salon.
"What is your name, slave?" Caroline asked her as she started up the car.
"Pussyslut, Mistress."
"Say it again.
"Pussyslut, Mistress."
"And what's your name?" She said, turning to the pink-lipped blonde in the back.
"Tits, Mistress."
"Good girl, but from now on when anyone says your name, I want you to smile and cup your slavetitties and push them up as if you're offering them to the speaker. What's your name, slave?"
"Tits, Mistress," she said, putting on a nervous smile and offering her boobs to Caroline.
"What's your name?"
"Tits, Mistress," repeating the motion.
"Good. You are to do that from now on, even when you say your own name, understand Tits?"
"Yes Mistress!" Tits said perkily, smiling and pushing her melons up.

[kearns]

Pussyslut was never more embarrassed in her life as she walked into the salon. The place was empty save for the two hairdressers, but each one stared at her face and outfit relentlessly.
"We're here for our 5:00!" Caroline offered to no one in particular.
"Ah yes, Caroline isn't it?"
"That's me."
"Okay, and what will you be having done today?" The clerk said, stealing a glance towards Pussyslut's tattoos.
"Actually, we're here for my girls. This one needs her hair dyed jet black, and this one needs her hair dyed bubblegum pink. Oh, and both need their finger and toenails painted the same colors."
"Okay, that seems do-able. Will you be having anything done today?"
"No, just my girls!" Caroline smiled.
"Okay, just a minute."
Caroline had just enough time to warn the girls about saying anything about their tattoos before they were summoned by each individual hairdresser. An hour later and Pussyslut's hair and nails matched her permanent make-up, as did Tit's. Their clit bells jingled as they returned to the car, and within another hour, after stopping at the store for hormone pills and the whole rack of lipstick (Caroline said she still wanted her slaves to have a "glossy" look on their lips but didn't want to use Chapstick), Tits was being introduced to her new home.

[kearns]

They stepped through the front door, Caroline first in line as always. Two burly men in wrinkly t-shirts and torn blue jeans greeted them.
"Hey Caroline, how's it goin'?" The blonde man said.
"Pretty good, Don, how are you?" Caroline said, pecking the blond man's cheek.
"Not bad. We're done installing everything. We got cameras in the kitchen, bathroom, the closet in your bedroom and every other room but the living room just as you asked."
"Thanks Don."
"Wanna see the bathroom?"
"I'd love to."
"Alright then, let's go. And hey Chris, get the tools in the truck, we're leavin' soon!" Don yelled to the man in the kitchen.
They walked up the stairs to the bathroom, entering through the now empty doorway to find the room the same except for two security cameras that jutted out of the side walls next to the expansive mirror and a large rectangular digital clock that hung above it.
"There's the two cameras there," Don said, motioning towards them. "Then I put a waterproof one in the toilet for ya, that was tricky. It's wireless so anything it records will have to be synced to your computer. There's no way I can get wires in there, and no way I'd risk it with the water. There's one over the toilet, too, like ya wanted. And here's the shower."
He opened the door to the shower to show Caroline ten cameras positioned at different heights across the shower walls.
"I know you said you only wanted eight cameras, but I added the two on the far wall for a more general shot of the girls' bodies. Free of charge, too, long as I get a video now and then," Don smirked, winking.
Caroline laughed.
"You got it, Donnie. And uh, do need a tip?" She extended her palm towards Pussyslut.
"You don't mind?"
"Donnie, you're a family friend, I'd let you borrow her for a few nights if that's what you wanted."
Don chuckled.
"Might just take you up on that offer sometime then. Well, uh, dunno how else to say it... We'll be up here if you'd excuse us."
"No problem. Tits, I'll show you your sleeping arrangement and explain your daily routine. Follow me."
"Yes Mistress," Tits said meekly, following her out the open doorway after pushing her boobs towards the ceiling.
"Okay, uh, Pussy... Slut..." Don said slowly after reading her cheeks.
"Let's go."
He unzipped his jeans.

[kearns]

Pussyslut walked into Caroline's room to find Tits unpacking her boxes and putting the colorful contents into a large brown dresser that covered one of the walls. Caroline was perched smugly on the edge of her bed.
"Did Don appreciate his tip?"
"Yes Mistress, very much"
"Did you swallow?"
"No Mistress, he came on my- I mean, this slave's face."
"Then why do you not have his cum on your face, slave?"
"Because I- uh, this slave- washed it off after he left. Mistress." She added quickly.
"I won't punish you now because you didn't know the rule, but any cum on you is to stay on you unless I say otherwise."
"Yes Mistress."
"My packages for you came in last night, slave, so you are to take the boxes in the corner there and put them in the matching dresser in the bedroom down the hall. Now, I think it's unfair that one slave has a room for dressing all by themselves, so that's why when you undress in there you are to give a strip tease for the camera. I don't care if it's amateur, just make it sexy. Speaking of undressing, remove your shirt and short-shorts, you're only supposed to be in underwear around me."
"Yes Mistress," Pussyslut said, pulling her shirt off and stepping out of her short-shorts.
"Good. Now, as you can see you're dressed in all black, which matches your hair and nails. You girls were each assigned a color, and your hair and nails will always be this color. Your color is black, Pussyslut, and Tits's (Tits stopped her unpacking to offer up her girls) is pink. It's just a reminder that I control your looks. Now, Tits here (she did the motion again) is not allowed to wear any red undies, as it wouldn't match her assigned color. You're lucky, Pussyslut, your color matches almost everything. Say thank you!"
"Thank you Mistress," Pussyslut said in a bored tone.
"Now, when I said a lot of the undies were custom, I meant that. Not only are some exotic-looking, but some perform cute little functions that will help you serve me, as you'll soon find out. But all of the undies have a small chip in them that activates the cameras around the house whenever you enter their field of vision. It saves me a little on the electricity bill and ensures it only captures shots of you when you're around. Less editing for the DVDs I plan on making too! Anyways, I plan on adding these chips to all the undies and bras you two girls brought over. Actually, I don't plan on doing it, you two girls will sometime this week. This chip, though, also has GPS that will allow me to pinpoint your location anywhere in this house and the world with incredible precision. Between the GPS, the bells I can put on your clit and tits, the cameras, and me looking for you myself, there's nowhere to hide from your duties, Pussyslut. Now obey and go unpack."
"Yes Mistress."
Pussyslut walked over to the boxes and crouched down to pick them up.
"No, slave, when you pick something up from the floor you are to put your feet together and bend over. No crouching."
"Yes Mistress."
"Do it again."
"Yes Mistress."
Pussyslut put her feet together and bent over, picking two boxes up at once. She turned and began walking out of the room, startled when Caroline appeared behind her and slapped her ass.
"Nice tattoos."
"Yes Mistress," Pussyslut mumbled, remembering that any thong she wore now would reveal her as a slave and the property of Caroline.
"Back straight and chest out. And roll your hips more as you walk, sluts do that."
"Yes Mistress," Pussyslut said in a defeated tone, rolling her hips more as she moved towards the opposite bedroom.

[kearns]

Pussyslut was unloading the packages for quite some time. Boxes and boxes of frilly and different colored bikinis, boyshorts, hipsters, cheekies, thongs, and bras filled her dresser, of all different materials: cotton was prevalent, but there was also a lot of lace and a few shiny pairs with five percent spandex. Strangely, about ninety percent of all the undies she unpacked had words like "Slave," "Whore," "Slut," "Bitch," "Cunt," "Pussylicker," and "Cocksucker" on the front and back. One pair of black panties she picked up was designed to only cover the right ass cheek, and she found a similarly styled bikini bottom in another box. Not surprisingly, she found what she assumed must be a matching top that only covered one boob, the string to the bikini top designed to wrap around her neck on the opposite side. Another pair was red with what looked like cup holders on the hips, and it came with a matching bra that of course had its own two cup holders. A couple of pairs had built-in dildos and butt plugs. The swimsuits ranged from one-pieces that covered a lot to one-pieces with certain sections cut out, all with different patterns, to tankinis and all types of different bikinis with different styles of tops: bandeau, halter, etc. One box contained a small black body suit with a puffy cotton ball tail and pair of bunny ears to go on her head, and another contained a tiny French maid uniform. Finally, after an hour and a half of unpacking, Pussyslut returned to her Mistress with a strange looking metal device that resembled a thick thong.
"Mistress, this was in one of the boxes," she said, holding up the device.
"Oh yes, that's mine. Give it here."
"What is it Mistress?"
"You are not allowed to ask questions, slave, so I think you've lost your bra privileges for tomorrow as punishment, but I'll answer anyways because I'm in a good mood. I seen this device being sold online last night and decided I simply had to have it. The device is a vibrator I strap around my legs, but with an internal reservoir that collects any pussy juice I produce. I decided in addition to washing your hair with my shit once a week you are also to choose another day and mix my juices into your hair after your shower. Don't do it IN the shower, I don't want it to wash down the drain."
"Yes Mistress."
"Glad you understand. Follow me downstairs, slave."
"Yes Mistress."
Pussyslut trailed her owner into a small room with a computer.
"TITS!" Caroline yelled. "GET OVER HERE!"
"Yes Mistress!"
Tits came scampering in from another room. She put her hands behind her back and arched her chest back as she had already been taught to do.
"My my my, you two slaves are not off to a good start. You are to offer your melons whenever someone says your name, Tits."
"Oh, right, sorry Mistress!" Tits said, squeezing her boobs together for a cleavage kiss.
"Too late, slave. WhenEVER I say your name you are to do that in my presence, and you just missed two opportunities. You've just lost your bra privileges for tomorrow, too."
"Yes Mistress."
"And from now on, if either of you two slaves are called from another room you are to enter and ask, 'How may I serve you, Mistress?' Pussyslut, you're to put your hands behind your back, Tits, you know the drill."
Tits brought her boobs up again.
"Now, the reason why I want you two here is because you're going to close all of your bank accounts. Don't worry about transferring the money anywhere, just close 'em up. And speaking of closing stuff up, close your legs Pussyslut, it smells like tuna." Caroline laughed at her own joke and Pussyslut blushed in humiliation. She couldn't believe that'd be the name she answers to from now on.
"I'll leave you girls here to do that. And after today you're not allowed to go on the Internet or use any computers, so enjoy."
"Yes Mistress," they said in unison.

[kearns]

After an exhausting and life-changing day, it was time for bed.
"10 o'clock is your bedtime, girls. You'll be waking up bright and early tomorrow to shower and make me breakfast."
They followed Caroline up to her bedroom, and kneeled on the carpeted floor waiting for their Mistress.
"Tits, your cage isn't supposed to come in for a few days so until it does we'll have a special sleeping arrangement."
Caroline picked up the black harnesses she had plucked from the closet last night.
"You girls are going to be sleeping in my bed tonight."
Caroline removed her shirt, jeans, and socks, leaving her in just a bright yellow bra with smiley faces on the cups and a matching thong. Performing a sort-of sarcastic and exaggerated strip tease for the girls, she dropped out of her bra and thong and placed her worn undies on Pussyslut's head with a seductive wink. Her next motion was rough, though, firmly securing the straps of the thong behind Pussyslut's ears. For the second night in a row Pussyslut could not escape the overbearing smell of Caroline's intimate parts.
"Now, lemme just grab these collars here," she said, placing two black collars around each slave's neck, "and then we're almost ready for bed."
Caroline chose one of the black harnesses and wrapped it around her thighs, locking it with a *click*. She then did the same with the other harness, securing it around her chest. Next, she ordered Pussyslut and Tits to stand and approach the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Caroline took Pussyslut's head and placed it firmly between her boobs, attaching the collar to the harness. With no way to pull her head back, Pussyslut was trapped between her owner's boobs for the night. Laying on the bed, Caroline next ordered Tits's head between her thighs, and her head too was trapped with a distinctive *click*. Caroline squeezed her thighs around Tits's head, forcing her to take her first smell of her Mistress.
"I hope you girls like sleeping with your Mistress like this. We'll be doing this often. The only places you are allowed to get sleep in this world is between my boobs, between my thighs, or in your cage. Anywhere else is strictly off-limits. I've set the alarm for 6 a.m. It will wake me, too, but I have the advantage of being able to go back to sleep for two hours after I unhook you girls. The cameras will activate in the bathroom at 6 o'clock sharp, and the digital clock installed will begin its countdown, so you girls better hustle tomorrow morning and get to brushing your teeth if you don't want stinky breath all day. I think that's it... Nighty night, slaves!"
Caroline switched the lamp off, leaving her humiliated slaves to smell her pussy all night while their heads were trapped between her boobs and thighs.

[experienceddarer]

I'm going to install one over the toilet, so you'll always be watched when you use the bathroom. Remember, slaves have no privacy and no secrets from their owners! That's why I'm going to remove the door as well. Now, in the shower," Caroline tugged on Bern's leash and she almost tripped coming over, "I'm going to put in eight waterproof cameras, to capture you girls cleaning yourselves every day. There will be four cameras for each of you- one for your face, one for your tits, one for your pussy, and one for your ass. All of this will be automatically uploaded to my computers to add to your blackmail. If it's especially good material, I'll make a few DVDs and sell it on kinky porn sites. Oh, and one more thing: you aren't going to like the sound of this, but once a week you are to forego regular shampoo and wash your hair in my shit. I don't care if you don't like it, just obey."
Bern was sickened, both at her loss of privacy and at what her Mistress just told her. Hell, she was sickened by everything her Mistress said and did tonight.
"But that's better than what your friend Jennifer will have to go through for the rest of HER life. She's going to be my personal portable toilet, and there's nothing she can do about it. Shit and piss are going to be a large part of her diet. Personally, I think I'm going to enjoy shitting all over her huge melons attached to her chest, then having her sit in it for hours, all while being recorded. Then she'll eat it for the camera. What do you think, slave?"
"Uh, whatever Mistress wants," Bern lied hastily.
"Oh, tell the truth, Cunt, I'm not the type of mistress to punish you for telling the truth. If it's disgusting, just say it. But then obey. Now, slut, is it disgusting? Tell the truth or you'll be the toilet slave."
"Yes Mistress, it's very disgusting! Positively gross!" Bern put on a fake smile and thrust her chest out, her tits bouncing as she did so.
"Hmmmm... I sorta like it when you're perky. Anyways, as long as you obey tonight I promise I'll leave my shit and piss all for Jennifer. Does that sound like a fair deal?"
"Very fair, Mistress!"
"Good, but you'll still be required to use my shit as shampoo once a week. But that's as far as you'll get with that area in your slave life. Let's see, what else was I going to say...? Oh yeah, I'll be adding two big digital clocks in here. Both will be set to six minutes. You'll have six minutes to brush your teeth, and six minutes to shower. No overlappings of the time, either. At the end of the six minutes the water will be shut off at the sink and the shower will start automatically. When you close the shower door, it will be locked behind you to ensure you stay the full six minutes. I want my slaves lookin' good for their Mistress! You'll wash each other's hair and bodies, facing the cameras properly. You are not allowed to wash yourself. At the end of the six minutes, you'll dry off, put your assigned panties, bra, or swimsuit on for that day, as well as any other items such as dildos, butt plugs, or gags, then go downstairs and make me breakfast. I'll create a menu for you too and hang it on the wall. You are to assist one another in making my breakfast, then wake me at 8 a.m. sharp and kneel at attention awaiting my orders. When I'm done, I may let you make your own breakfast, I might not. It depends on how generous I am that day, and how good my breakfast is. Understand?"
"Absolutely Mistress."
"Let's go see the kitchen and where you'll eat."
Caroline led her new slave downstairs by the leash and they entered the kitchen. It was rather ordinary, and the meal Caroline was making was sitting congealed on the counter.
"If I had milk to finish making this, I wouldn't have slaves. If I wasn't hungry, I wouldn't have half made it, and I wouldn't have needed milk so I wouldn't have slaves. Funny how life works, isn't it? It must be destiny. Your purpose in life must be to be my obedient little slaveslut." With a wicked smile, Caroline dumped the contents of the bowl into the sink.
Unbelievable, Bern thought. My whole life is ruined because she needed milk?
Caroline searched through a cupboard and pulled out an object.
"This is where you'll eat, slave," Caroline said, tossing a dog bowl onto the floor. "You are to eat anything I put in here. That's an order. Oh, and get used to the taste of dog food. It will help you lose some pounds while also filling you up after I insert a few pills in it. Now stand there in the respectful position I taught you and don't move, I'll be right back."
Caroline walked down a staircase to the basement, leaving Bern to clasp her hands behind her back and look forward at nothing in particular. She sighed. This was how her life was going to be from now on. And Jennifer's, too!

yeah c this is y i wanna b a slave but dun wanna go through all that crap

[girlynightout]

PUHLEASE CONTINUE!!! THIS IS EXCELLENT!!! I NEED TO READ MORE!!! I want to hear about more punishments and such... >:)

[person on get dare!]

PUHLEASE CONTINUE!!! THIS IS EXCELLENT!!! I NEED TO READ MORE!!! I want to hear about more punishments and such... >:)

my thoughts exactly!

[kearns]

The shrilling alarm awoke all three females with a start. Mumbling, Caroline reached to her chest and legs and fumbled for the catch that would unleash her slaves. As Tits and Pussyslut stood up gasping for air, Caroline turned her head on her pillow and fell promptly asleep again. Pussyslut removed the thong from her face, scrunching her face into a grotesque distortion at the smell of it. After looking at one another through groggy eyes, Pussyslut and Tits began walking to the bathroom to do their daily routine. They walked in to find the cameras plastered around the mirror and above the toilet already recording, small red lights next to the lens starting and stopping to a soundless rhythm.
"Don't look, Jennifer, I gotta go pee."
Tits turned the faucet on to give Pussyslut a small amount of privacy and to run her toothbrush under the water. Not that it mattered, for as Pussyslut spread her legs and squatted over the toilet the camera on its inside gave her no privacy, capturing every second of her piss. Pussyslut closed her eyes and imagined she was somewhere else. She had a shy bladder and this was totally embarrassing for her.
When she was done, she wiped herself, flushed the toilet and began washing her own teeth. A quick glance at the digital clock showed four minutes and nineteen seconds to do it.
Before using the toilet herself Tits splashed water on her face and looked into the mirror. No matter how much water she put on it the pink markings still clung to her lips. She sighed.
They stood around for the last minute and a half, not being able to jump into the shower until the clock reached zero. Finally the newly installed shower door opened with a *hiss*, and the girls stepped inside carefully, careful not to bump all the cameras inside. The clock reset itself, and a blast of cold water sprayed the screaming girls. The door sealed itself with another foreboding *hiss*.
"Oh my gosh oh my gosh it's frickin' FREEZING! Oh my gosh!"
They both clutched their chests to conserve body heat and stood on their tiptoes. Tits began hopping a few inches off the shower floor, causing her bare boobs to nod and clit ring jingle while Pussyslut tried turning the handle. It was stuck, apparently, locked in by the clock system. There was no way to heat up the water. After Pussyslut voiced her frustrations they both tried backing themselves into corners of the shower, but they realized such an action was pointless: the cameras stopped their movement when they were poked by them and the cold water coming from the overhead fixture left very few inches of the shower uncovered.
"We're, uh, supposed to wash each other," Pussyslut said uncertainly, still trying unsuccessfully to stay away from the water.
"I know, she told me yesterday."
"Just relax... I guess?"
"Sure. We'll do it as soon as we get used to the water."
"I don't think we'll have a chance, Jennifer, we're down to four minutes now."
"Shit! Okay then, let's just do our hair real fast. On three. One, two, three!"
Both immerged themselves in the water, Tits grabbing the shampoo and squeezing the bottle hastily.
"Okay, turn your back towards me!"
Pussyslut turned so her front was facing the shower entrance, and allowed her friend to run the shampoo through her hair. The clock was down to a minute and a half by the time she finished.
"I don't think there's time to do your hair, Jennifer!"
"That's fine, I washed it yesterday. Just run a little conditioner through it! Fast!"
Now it was Tits's turn to turn her back, and from where she stood the two cameras on the far wall had excellent vantage points. She covered her giant tits with her hands as Pussyslut dashed a little conditioner through her hair.
"Okay, done just in time."
The water ran for another ten seconds, then cut off abruptly, along with the cameras. The shivering girls couldn't wait to wrap themselves in warm towels.
After a very long drying off process- five minutes, of which more than half of that time was spend crouching on the shower floor trying to get their towels to cover as much of their cold, wet skin as possible- the girls walked out to change into their "uniforms" and comb their hair. Assuming they were free to choose whatever underwear they wanted, Pussyslut donned a pink cheeky with ruffles and Tits a blue hipster that emphasized her teardrop-shaped ass and feminine hips. Both remembered they had lost their bra priveleges. They then went downstairs to prepare breakfast for Caroline: pancakes with bacon and sausage, with a glass of fresh orange juice. Caroline wasn't lying- the moment the girls entered the kitchen the cameras around the room flickered to life, evidently due to the microscopic chips in their underwear. They assisted each other in making it (it was especially hard cooking with no top), then placed the finished meal on a tray and brought it upstairs at eight o'clock sharp. Tits woke Caroline while Pussyslut gently put the tray down over her lap, then both took a step back and kneeled with their hands behind their back at the edge of the bed.
"Mhmmm, bacon, my favorite. Doesn't it smell good, Tits?" Caroline asked, taking a tantalizing bite.
"Yes Mistress," Tits answered affirmatively, raising her large but impossibly perky breasts towards the ceiling.
They kneeled in silence, except when Caroline praised them for remembering not to wear a bra, watching her enjoy her meal with increasingly watering mouths.
"Okay, bimbos, I'm done. Pussyslut, take the tray and dishes downstairs. I'll put out your food."
"Yes Mistress," Pussyslut replied.
Caroline walked down the stairs, naked, into the kitchen and filled the dog bowls with dog food. She mixed a few white capsules into the mush as well, saying they were other essentials.
"Tits- or Toilet as I'll call you when I require you as one- you'll begin your pee training today. Don't worry, we won't start with shit for another week or so. But you will be drinking my pee from now on. We'll start off slow. I'll let you drink my pee from cups and let you go at your own pace. Tomorrow or the next day I'll start giving deadlines, such as drinking it all in five minutes or so. By the end of the week you'll be planting your pink lips- the lips on your mouth, silly- on mine and taking it directly. In two or three weeks you'll be the only toilet I even consider using, for both ends. I suppose it sucks you're a toilet now, slave, but somebody has to do it. Anyways, right now you'll be drinking from this cup," Caroline said, grabbing a clear one from her cabinet. "Pussyslut, hold the cup under me and be sure not to spill anything."
"Yes Mistress," she said, stepping forward to grab ahold of the cup.
Caroline squatted over it and pushed her abdomen on the rim. A second passed, then the distinctive sound of liquid hitting a can echoed around the kitchen, followed soon by the odor of urine. Even when squatting over a cup naked to pee, though, Caroline still looked magnificient.
"Okay Toilet, give my pussy a few licks then I'll leave you two to enjoy your breakfast."
Tits kneeled on the hard floor and obeyed, though not without distaste. This pleased Caroline. The most exciting part of having a toilet slave was having one who was disgusted by it yet forced to do it anyways.
"I'll be on my computer checking how your daily routine went. In the meantime, eat up, and don't forget to kneel while you do it. Tits, start drinking."
"Yes Mistress," they said together.
"And, uh, Mistress, may this slave ask a question?" It was Pussyslut.
"I'll allow it, seeing as you remembered not to wear a bra today as punishment."
"Thank you Mistress. Anyways Mistress, aren't you, uh, concerned about being on camera while in the same rooms as us? I mean, us slaves. I just thought...."
"No," Caroline said. "I didn't install one in the living room because that's where you'll be serving me most of the time, but I'm not concerned with being on camera anyways. Frankly, I don't care if I'm featured on your future porn DVDs because I know I have a hot body and I'm ashamed of nothing. I might even get a hot guy here one day and pretend I'm his sex slave, just for the cameras. But we'll see about that. Eat up, slave, then come to the computer room."
"Yes Mistress."

[kearns]

Warning: This part heavily references toilet play, although none actually takes place. Also keep in mind I haven't finished this section yet- I just felt like posting at least some of it now.

"You directly disobeyed me."
Tits and Pussyslut kneeled before their owner on the wheely chair, afraid of the consequences of those words. The silence was pierced only by Caroline's voice and the sounds of the vibrator/pussy juice collector that was strapped to her waist and covered her pussy from view.
"What part of 'your names are now Pussyslut and Tits' (Tits performed her required motion) do you not understand? I don't want your old names ever formed by those lips I own. Pussyslut, 'Jennifer' is not her name. It's Tits, it will always BE Tits, and you are to call her Tits (the kneeling figure was forced to smile and toast her angered Mistress three times in quick succession). You also said the word 'frickin', which is talk my slave will not use, and acted inappropriately in the shower. I realize the water is freezing cold. In fact, I want it that way- all the hot water should be saved for me. But just because the water is cold does not give you the right to cover yourself or move away from the showerhead. By moving away from the water you wasted a lot of time that is available to get you clean, and you blocked out some of the cameras. I don't give a FUCK how cold the water is, you are you step in and act as if it's fine for the camera. Place your boobs about a foot away from the camera at chest level, and the rest takes care of itself. The pussy, ass, and face cameras have been placed to match your height, so you don't need to worry about obstructing those as long as you stay under the showerhead in your assigned position. This goes for you too, Tits. You backed away from the showerhead and used the word 'shit' on camera. Well, Tits, if you want shit, you got it. We're going to go out to the mall today, just you and me, and you're going to choose three guys to give blowjobs to. It'll be their lucky day, right? During the third one, you're going to shit in the diaper you'll be wearing, and ask the guy to smack you on the ass. Then you're going to sit alone in crowded areas for two hours when you're done, and tell anyone asking what the smell is that you shit your pants. You want to say the word 'shit,' slave, then you got it. 'Shit' is the word you'll be using to tell others you crapped yourself. I'll be sitting in your general area to make sure you obey. And don't beg me for forgiveness, you're doing it, so you can put any of those thoughts out of your mind right now."
Tits simply stared, her deluctable pink lips agape.
"Pussyslut, you're gonna get off easy in comparison. You're going to be doing three things when I'm gone: placing an order for wallpapering and a photography session to be done here online, then writing 'My name is Pussyslut, her name is Tits' as many times as possible until we return. Tits, go put on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. No bra. I want to tell Pussyslut her third task in secret."
"Mistress, m-my nipples will show through the shirt!"
Now Caroline was mad.
"Slave, FIRST of all those are MY nipples, you own nothing! SECOND of all, I don't give a fuck! And because you're questioning my orders, you've earned yourself another couple of punishments. You can piss your pants on the second blowjob, and when we get back you'll spend the rest of the day locked between my legs! Now unless you want to start your shit training early I suggest you get upstairs, change, and bring an outfit down for me when I call you! The diapers are in the bathroom, leave your panties on under it."
Tits hurried upstairs.
"Now, Pussyslut, your other task. I'm going to go into the bathroom and take a dump. I want you to retrieve two pieces of poop wearing rubber gloves and put them in the freezer. I plan having them coated in a special clear plastic that will preserve them, and then forcing Tits to wear them as earrings when she begins her shit training. You are also to collect all the dirty panties in my room and wear them on your head until we get back. Paper and pen can be found around the house. Oh, and in addition to writing 'My name is Pussyslut her name is Tits,' I also want you to write 'I love smelling pussy.' I plan on making my pussy an even bigger part of your lives. I'm going to start by freezing the pussy juice the vibrator collects and serving it as a snack for you girls to munch on, and by putting up wallpaper of my blown-up pussy on every wall in this house. I also plan on having this special cream being put on my pussy. It's very rare because there's almost no demand for it, and rightfully so, but apparently it makes any pussy it's spread on secrete up to three times as much juice as a normal pussy. It also makes it permanently STINK-yyyy, or so I've read. And if I've read correctly, I shouldn't be planning on getting out much after I use it because the smell spreads so rapidly. But I think it's worth it if every corner of my house is filled with my aroma and there's no escaping it, much like the blackmail or your clit rings or the cameras. I've already ordered the cream. But that's a secret between you and me," Caroline said, winking. "And here, throw my juices in the freezer as I take my dump." She handed Pussyslut the collector after unstrapping it from herself.
"When you're done, go upstairs and put all my dirty undies on your head. They should be mostly thongs, so they'll strap around your head easily. Make sure the crotch of the panties is put over your mouth and nose. Oh, and put one in your mouth. Remember, the cameras are always watching even when I'm not present. And when you're writing lines after you set the appointments online, just be thankful you're not the toilet slave. I'll be checking the camera footage and the papers you used so make sure you're working every second."
"Yes Mistress."
"Now suck both of my nipples and kiss my beautiful pussy."
"Yes Mistress." Pussyslut put her forever-black lips to her Mistress's nipples and gently sucked on them for a few seconds each, then bent down to kiss her folds. Caroline slapped her ass and walked away, leaving Pussyslut to go into the kitchen and throw the juice collector in the freezer. Caroline stepped out of the bathroom without flushing, and Tits ran down the stairs dressed just as Caroline directed, her massive fleshballoons flopping and clit bell ringing as she did so.
"Your clothes, Mistress."
Tits presented a matching pair of jeans, a blue t-shirt and a white hoodie to the still naked Caroline. Caroline accepted the clothes, pulling a blue bra and blue boyshorts from the inside of the jeans.
"Tits, put the bra around me, Pussyslut, move the panties up my legs. Every morning I want you girls to present me with panties and a bra to wear, except when I tell you I'll go naked that day. Whoever puts on the panties is to kiss my clit and both butt cheeks before moving the panties to my waist, and whoever puts on the bra is to kiss my nipples. I want you girls to worship and admire my pussy, boobs, and ass everyday. I want those three parts always on your mind."
"Yes Mistress," they said, obeying.

[person on get dare!]

haha i cant wait for titses punishment

[kearns]

Caroline dressed herself the rest of the way, then turned to Tits. Pussyslut was already working on putting the contents of the toilet into the freezer.
"I hope you have your underwear on under the diaper."
"Yes Mistress, this slave obeyed."
"Good. Those are your toilet panties from now on. Whenever you need to use the bathroom you are to put those on, no matter how gross smelling and feeling they are, and piss right through them. When you shit, you are to let the pieces drop in the underwear and then dump them into the toilet directly from the panties. You may then wipe and take a one minute shower to clean yourself. We'll find a ziplock bag to put the panties in when we get back."
"Yes Mistress," Tits said with a sinking feeling punching her in her stomach.
"Aren't you so glad you're a toilet slave? C'mon, let's go."
"Yes Mistress."
They both slipped on sneakers and walked out the front door to a warm and sunny day, leaving Pussyslut to begin her punishment. She had finished putting Caroline's shit in the freezer, so she began her search for some paper and pen in the computer room. She found some next to the printer. Next she went upstairs to Caroline's room and collected all the panties piled on the floor, shoving a dirty thong in her mouth and carefully placing the rest of the undies on her head from smallest to largest, making sure the crotches of the panties were over her nose and mouth. She couldn't understand Caroline's desire to have her slaves constantly smelling her pussy, but boy was she! The stink overwhelmed her, and the total of ten or eleven pairs of panties on her head blinded her. She groped her way back downstairs to the paper and pen she laid out, and began writing, hoping that without her sight she was forming the words correctly: 'My name is Pussyslut, her name is Tits,' and 'I love smelling pussy.' She was quite the sight for the cameras, sitting in a chair topless with loads of panties on her head, writing blindly. She did this for an hour, only stopping because she remembered she had to set up two appointments for her Mistress. She decided she'd give her hand a break and go on the computer to do that now.

[kearns]

Warning: Toilet play included in this section.

Tits and Caroline entered the packed food court.
"I'm going to sit down and eat. You can choose whoever you want to give blowjobs to, just remember that you're to piss your pants on the second one and take a shit during the third. Here's your cell phone- text me when you're done giving BJs. Get to it, slave," Caroline said, slapping Tits's diaper-padded ass.
"Yes Mistress," Tits said, accepting the curiously sticky phone
She had no idea how she was going to do this. Just randomly go up to a cute guy and say, "Hey, would you like a free blowjob?"
I guess that's the only way to do it, Tits thought.
Spotting an athletic-looking guy in the corner, Tits made her way through the crowd towards him, aware of the fact her silver dollar nipples were visible from the front of her shirt. Passing girls glared at her, and guys couldn't help but stare.
"Hey, uh, my names Jennifer," she said, finally reaching the guy's table.
"Hello, uh, Jennifer," the guy said, noticing the front of her shirt. "I'm, uh... uh, Mark. Yeah, Mark. How's it going?"
"Fine. I was just wondering if you'd be interested in a free blowjob."
The words came from her mouth quickly. She felt blood rising to her face.
"Really?"
"Really really."
Mark smiled with all of his teeth showing.
"You're serious?"
"I'm serious."
"Alright then... How about the bathroom?"
"Sure."

The same followed the next blowjob: the guy couldn't believe his luck, actually believing Tits was pulling his leg until she led him into a bathroom stall and accepted his cock into her hole. Upon cumming into her mouth, Tits began peeing. Much of it soaked her jeans.
"Ew, did you just...?"
"Just what?" Tits was blushing.
"Your pants."
"Oh! N-no! I'm just... so wet!"
The man smiled.
"If you're so wet how about another one babe?"
"Uh... sure!" Tits hoped her Mistress would accept one guy getting two blowjobs- either that or she'd lie and say she gave another guy she met in the bathroom one.
Tits's mouth found the man's quivering cock again. This blowjob took longer because the man had just squirted cum down Tit's throat, but Tits got him to repeat. This time, she squeezed her stomach muscles and pushed as he came. A few seconds later, and a weight dropped in the back of her pants. She pushed again, and again, until the pressure in her stomach was all gone. Then she turned on the charm.
"Hey, I'm a naughty girl. And naughty girls deserve to be spanked, wouldn't you agree?"
The man smirked.
"Naughty girls definitely deserve to be spanked." He slowly brought his hand over her bottom in prepartion to slap it. Instead, his hand found three soft lumps.
"Aw that's fuckin' GROSS, you're one sick fuck!"
The man zipped his pants up and rushed from the stall. Tits's face was beet red. As the smell of her "accidents" began filling the stall, Tits pulled out her phone and texted her Mistress.
"3 bjs done, ready for next order."

[kearns]

A minute passed as Tits hid in shame behind the stall door, and finally she replied.
"Go 2 empty seat near Subway where teens sitting."
Great, Tits thought, she'd be clearing out the table as soon as she sat down.
She got up and walked out the door, a few mens' heads turning at the sight of her.
"Ooooh, girl in the guys' bathroooom!"
She ignored the catcall, not even turning her head in acknowledgement. She spotted the empty seat her Mistress was referring to easily- a group of teenage girls sat laughing and chatting earnestly. Taking a deep breath, Tits started the long trek out to the table.
Mistress made it a long walk on purpose, she thought.
Every step was brutal. From the front, guys stared at her bouncing chest and nipples poking from her shirt, and from the back Tits knew everyone was staring at her ass as always- but this time they were staring at the unsightly lumps present. Tits also knew everyone who peeled their eyes away from her chest or ass would see she wet her pants as well, because the diaper Mistress provided was just tight enough to fit her and hold the poop in place but loose enough to leak plenty of urine. Luckily her clit bell couldn't be heard due to the noise level.
Finally, she reached the table of giggly girls, taking a seat without asking for permission. She felt the shit being carried in her pants become squished as she sat down, and the girls all frowned at her and ceased their conversation. Upon looking her up and down they sneered.
"Who the hell are YOU?"
"Um, Jennifer. Hi."
A girl's nose twitched.
"Uggghh, what's that SMELL?"
"Oh, um..." Tits was blushing even more and heat rose to her cheeks. "I uh, pissed and shit my pants."
"What the FUCK?!?" One of the girls said loudly. Tits blushed even more, if it was possible.
"Yeah... I had an accident. I shit my pants."
The girls all got up and stormed away as if a bomb was planted under their chair. Tits could tell she reeked now, too.
She sat there with nothing to do for an hour, so she pretended to text people on her gooey phone. She saw her Mistress at a table nearby smiling delightedly at her.
Another ten minutes passed before a guy came to her table and asked to sit down. Eyeing her Mistress, Tits said the seat was free.
"So, what's your name?"
"Jennifer. Your's?" She found it hard to make conversation as she sat in her own waste.
"Mike. Pleasure to meet you," he said, taking a bite from the sub he ordered.
"Nice to meet you too."
Another bite. Maybe this guy didn't notice?
"Hey... You smell that?"
Oh no.
"I dunno, what's it smell like?"
"Smells like... sewer." Mike scrunched up his face.
"Oh, um, that's me. I shit my pants."
Mike stopped midway to bringing his sandwich to his mouth. He stared at her.
"W-what?"
"I shit my pants. I also took a piss."
A look of disgust clouded his face and he practically ran from the table. A vibration from her phone alerted her to a text message.
"only another hour 2 go slave!!!"
Tits sighed and closed her phone. She couldn't believe she was being blackmailed by this sicko for life.
Twenty minutes passed. She saw the guy that had ran from her table earlier gesticulating with a group of friends and pointing at her. One of the guys got up and approached her.
"Hey, my friend said... Well, he said you had a little... accident."
Finally, someone showing a little sympathy!
"I was just wondering if it's true. Did you really shit your pants?!?" He began laughing hysterically.
"Yes, it's true I shit my pants. Can't you smell it?"
The man walked away laughing, high-fiving his friends as he returned to his table.

[kearns]

The rest of the time passed uneventfully, except for the constant sight of people plugging their noses as they passed. Finally, her Mistress texted her.
"b in car in 5" it read.
Tits jumped out of her table and ran- literally ran- to the mall's entrance. She was crying, and this only served to draw even more attention to her.
Tits ran through the parking lot until she found her Mistress sitting calmly in the car, and she rushed into it, slamming the door shut behind her. She let out a great big sob at her predicament.
"Whoooo girl, you STINK!"
Another sob.
"That's what happens when you act as a bad slave, Tits."
Tits, although crying, remembered to push up her boobs at the mention of her new name.
"Unfortunately, though, you disobeyed me during your punishment. You introduced yourself as 'Jennifer.' Jennifer is not your name, slave, Tits is. The name Jennifer should mean nothing to you. But you introduced yourself as Jennifer, so now you have to accept another two punishments: one, we're driving to the tattoo shop to have those nipples (her Mistress pinched one for emphasis, and Tits squealed) colored pink, like your hair and nails. Two, you're going to start your shit training tomorrow. See, bad things happen when you disobey your owner, Tits. Now start driving to the tattoo parlor."
"Y-y-yes Mistress!" Tits said, drying her puffy eyes.
"And leave the windows up. I want every whiff to remind you of your new place in life."
"Y-yes Mistress."

[glasssbottle174]

WOW! this is one hell of an amazing story. you trully are talented well done!!!

[person on get dare!]

yeah i like it alot!!

[imyourslave]

come on kearns I'm dieing for you to update, i command you to NOW, or update the rubber pony girl both please but one will do thank you xxx

[Doms_Little_Girl]

I'm gonna have to agree with slave up there either post here or give your rubber pony girl a bit of loving or I personally will come for you ;) MUHA! lol

[kearns]

Sorry for the rather rushed beginning. I had a scene actually showing Tits and Caroline in the tattoo parlor and their trip home (including more details on Pussyslut's punishment, Tits's shower, etc.), but being an idiot I am I accidently deleted it from my BlackBerry, which is what I type all my getDare stories on.

Tits was forced to sit in her waste as she got her nipples colored a bubblegum pink. Ray, the tattoo man, didn't seem to mind the smell. In fact, he reveled in Tits' punishment, wondering aloud about what her life as a toilet slave will be like. Now, though, Tits and Caroline were home. Pussyslut was finally able to cease writing, and Tits was allowed to take a one minute shower to clean her shit off her cheeks and dried piss off her thighs. Coming out of the shower, Tits looked into the mirror. Even with the word backwards to her, the word "TOILET" scrawled across her chest and her pink hair and nipples screamed "slave" to Tits. She couldn't believe there'd be no escape from being this woman's toilet, and more!
"Seal those soiled panties in a ziplock bag, slave, and leave the bag near the toilet. Those will be what I'll call your "toilet panties." Whenever you use the bathroom, you are to put those on no matter how smelly or sticky or disgusting and piss right through them. Same thing for when you take a dump, just remove the shit out of your panties afterwards. You'll be allowed a one minute shower everytime you take a shit, because I don't want feces covering the tattoos on your ass- unless it's my feces."
"Yes Mistress."
"And to further your punishment, your nose will be stuffed in my pussy for the rest of the day and all of tonight. Meet me downstairs after you put on panties, a bra, and your collar."
"Yes Mistress." Compared to her earlier punishment, smelling and maybe licking a pussy would be extremely do-able.

Tits presented herself to her owner sitting on the living room sofa wearing a pink cheeky with ruffles and a matching bra.
"Awww, how cute! All pink!" Caroline mocked as she strapped the headgear to her thighs. She motioned Tits to lay down and put her her head under her thighs. Tits obeyed, and a large pair of headphones were placed over her ears, muffling the sounds of the strap buckles locking her head between Caroline's thighs. Immediately Caroline's voice penetrated her skull, loud and clear.
"You are a toilet slave. You will obey your Mistress. You will accept and eat the delicious shit from your Mistress's body. You will accept and drink the refresing piss from your Mistress's body. You are a toilet slave...."
Tits groaned. Everything was about shit, piss, her Mistress, and pussy. She didn't want to be here, doing these disgusting acts!
Caroline locked her thighs around Tits's head, and now she was really trapped. She couldn't even get up without her Mistress's assistance.
Although Tits couldn't hear anything but the droning instructions emitting from the headphones, Caroline called Pussyslut over, who was allowed to remove the underwear from her head except a skimpy red thong.
"Pussyslut, put the DVD 'Secretary' in. It should be in the stack of DVDs under the TV. I'm going to watch it as you put the special sealant around my shit in the freezer. The sealant's in the basement. Take a box and dump it in a container, then attach earrings to the shit. And when you're down there grab the metal hoop in the drawer next to it. Make sure the earrings are strong enough, and make sure a little sealant is placed over where the earrings meet the shit so it stays in place. Earrings are upstairs in my room. While you're waiting for them to dry change into your bra with the cups attached to them, and make me a bag of popcorn."
"Yes Mistress."

[kearns]

Pussyslut rushed to obey. She found and started the movie, then quickly went into the basement to find the sealant and metal hoop, whatever that was. It turned out to be a strip of metal about two inches in length, with a strange metal drainer in the front and a locking apparatus in the back. Shrugging, Pussyslut carried it upstairs and completed the rest of her instructions. The sealant was placed in a container, the shit was placed in the sealant, and a bag of popcorn was made after she got into the bra with cup holders. Deciding Pepsi goes well with popcorn, Caroline ordered Pussylut to remove the cups that came with her bra and fill them with soda. Finally, the sealant coated the shit and was promptly placed in the freezer for it to harden into place, and the popcorn was removed from the microwave.
"Put the metal hoop on your waist, Pussyslut."
"Yes Mistress," Pussyslut said submissively, locking the metal drainer onto herself.
"Now place the cups of Pepsi into the holders on your bra. Spill any and you'll be punished."
"Yes Mistress."
Very carefully Pussyslut raised the drinks and inserted them gently into the holders, and now she understood the purpose of the bra: her boobs would be holding and offering the drinks to anyone in front of her.
Like a human cupholder! Pussyslut thought.
"Now put the popcorn bowl into the metal hoop."
Realizing her purpose tonight was to be human furniture, Pussyslut complied.
"Now very carefully bend down and pick up my panties from the floor."
With a quick "Yes Mistress" Pussyslut bent her knees and collected the panties before her.
"Place them on your head the same as before."
Pussyslut did, and the odor of her Mistress's pussy blocked out the sweet aroma of the fresh popcorn instantly. She was now seeing nothing but darkness due to the panties.
"You are to stand here until my movie's finished. Feet slightly apart, facing me, with chest out and hands behind your back. Concentrate on not moving, because I'll start to punish you if you do in a few months. I can reach the drinks and popcorn from where you're standing, so no need to hear my instructions to come closer."
Pussyslut was confused until a pair of headphones was arranged on her head over the panties, and the voice of her Mistress penetrated her ears.
"You are a slave. You will obey your Mistress. You are property now. Your name is Pussyslut. You will love Mistress's pussy."
In addition to the looping track, a remote controlled vibrating dildo was shoved into her pussy at somepoint during the movie. Pussyslut was blinded by the panties, overpowered by the smell of pussy, forced to listen to an MP3 of her Mistress's numbing voice implanting thoughts into her head, and forced to stand still in a "slave" position for about two hours. Now she was being stimulated by the throbbing cock her pink folds were wrapped around helplessly.

With a sigh, Pussyslut realized this was what her life had degenerated to.

[person on get dare!]

good addition!
sorry to hear you lost the other portions

[firenight]

go on hope to hear more soon

[imyourslave]

come on come on come on kearns ive been waiting for years /motnhs/ days/ weeks i dont know but its been long we all agree we need an update soon and then again your very good at this and we are waiting so pateintly, im the voice of sooo many minds xxxx

[rm1]

keep going. its one of the best storys ive read

[timetoshine]

keep it going. this story is very well written, and could well be one of the best stories i have read on this sight so far.

[25rob1985]

Please do continue it's 1 of the best stories I have read on here

[kearns]

Pussyslut and Tits awoke strapped to their Mistress, who groggily released them. Removing the headphones both went to sleep with, they shuffled their way into the bathroom rubbing their eyes, brushing their teeth before humiliating themselves on camera as they squatted on the toilet. Next they turned the shower on and stood in front of its entrance, frozen.
"You first," Tits said.
"We'll never get used to the water with that attitude. C'mon, let's pretend it's nice and warm. It's summer anyways- we should pretend to enjoy a cold shower."
"I guess you're right. After you."
Pussyslut narrowed her eyes in mock disapproval. Slowly she moved into the shower and thus under the freezing gush of water that hit her body hard. She arched her back and stiffened the rest of her body as the unmerciful water assaulted her, but she knew better than to react with a gasp or, worse still, words. Calming down, she tried to focus her mind on an imaginary sweltering hot day and being able to come in to a cold shower.
Tits stepped in next, and she too experienced her body's reaction to the water. Her mind, however, was elsewhere. Dreading the day ahead of her as she remembered her Mistress's words and the mental beating she took all night by the headphones, all Tits could think about was her use as a toilet.
The numerous cameras were intrusive and Pussyslut felt like grabbing and ripping them right out the wall, or at least covering herself up. The cameras were positioned exactly at her most intimate parts, and this made her feel like she was just a piece of meat being inspected. She recalled some of the footage from her Mistress's computer monitor- the cameras picked up every turn of her hips, every stream of water that rolled off her stomach leading downward, every jiggle of her breasts. Now it picked up every jingle of her clit bell and every stream of water moving swiftly down her face, a reminder that the words- the name she'd answer to forever- weren't simply marker, they were permanent. She was in this for real now, and between some of her modifications, the blackmail, and the inescapable house, Pussyslut realized the extent of her situation. There was no getting out, she really was a slave, mere property owned by her former neighbor. Her name really was Pussyslut.
Tits and Pussyslut did each other's hair, then used what little time was left to wash some of each other's bodies. They dried off and walked out of the bathroom to their separate dressers, Tits putting on pink bikini-style panties with a floral print and matching bra, and Pussyslut donning a pair that had already been set out for her: black bikini-style panties with two red bulls-eye targets, one directly over her asshole and a smaller one over the panties' gusset, right on top of her pussy; and one black bra with bulls-eye targets over her nipples. Pussyslut sighed. It was impossible how her Mistress knew exactly where to have the bulls-eyes placed on what she assumed were custom panties- the center circles of the bulls-eyes were perfectly aligned with her asshole, center of her pussy, and nipples.
A small vial and post-it note was placed on her dresser, so she shook the thought out of her head and read the small slip of paper.

[kearns]

"This is a small bottle of my pussy juice I collected. You are to put all of it in your hair immediately. Waste any of it and you'll be punished. Do not wash out."

Also, busy day today. Don't make me breakfast.

-Your Owner XOXO

Pussyslut grabbed the vial and stepped into the shower again. Thankfully, there was no water coming from the dripping showerhead this time. Uncapping the vial and bowing her head towards the ground, Pussyslut placed the vial over herself and waited for the contents to slowly empty themselves. Her Mistress's juices were sticky, more than anything. It smelled bad, but not as terrible as when it was fresh. For some reason her Mistress's pussy was constantly stinky. Pussyslut knew it was something she'd just have to get used to.
The juices sat on top of her head, so she dropped the bottle and ran her fingers through her hair, spreading the juices over every inch of it. Satisfied, or at least as satisfied as a person could be after being forced to dump someone's pussy juices in their hair, Pussyslut walked out of the shower and towards her Mistress's room. A glance in the mirror on the way out showed her new black hair to have an extra greasy look to it. She felt disgusting.
Kneeling before Caroline's bed with her hands clasped behind her back, Pussyslut nodded to Tits to wake up Caroline. Tits shook her then promptly kneeled herself.
"Good morning, Mistress," they said in unison. "How may we serve you?"
Caroline rose to a sitting position.
"Good, wearing the underwear I picked out for you, Pussyslut. Did you use the bottle I put on my dresser?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Say, 'This slave is honored to be soaked in your pussy juice, Mistress.'"
"This slave is honored to be soaked in your pussy juice, Mistress."
"'This cunt wishes it could take a bath in your wonderful pussy juice, Mistress.'"
"This cunt wishes it could take a bath in your wonderful pussy juice, Mistress." Pussyslut hoped she'd never be have to do that.
Caroline clapped her hands together.
"Good slut! Seeing as you want my pussy juice so much, I guess I'll let you wear one of my dirty thongs on your head today! I've decided today is Pussy Worship Day, so your focus should be on pleasing my pussy today, girls! We'll be getting our new wallpaper, and I'm going to give you lessons on how to properly pleasure my pussy this afternoon. You'll spend an hour putting on all the tracking chips on your underwear, then we'll have a little ceremony to close the night. You'll be spending an hour each between my legs testing what you've learned today, while the other sits smelling my dirty underwear and saying how great my pussy is! After that you girls will both kneel before me and mix the special lotion I should be getting in the mail today into my pussylips. I told you about that, remember Pussyslut? Then we'll go to bed, both of you between my legs this time."
"Yes Mistress."
"Normally I don't care if you girls are enthusiastic or not, but today I do. It's Pussy Worship Day and you girls should feel honored to be around my pussy. Therefore, today you are to be as perky as possible. Thrust your chest out further than ever before, put a bounce in your step, put a big smile on when you talk, whatever. Just act like a little teacher's pet today as much as possible, times two.
"Yes Mistress!" Each showed their sparkling white teeth to their owner and thrust their chest out. They closed their lips but left the smile still painted on their faces.
"Tits, are you jealous of Pussyslut? She gets to wear one of my thongs on her head, a thong that's been touching my pussy!"
"Yes Mistress!" Tits exclaimed, grabbing her boobs and positively throwing them towards the ceiling. "This slave is very jealous of Pussyslut!"
"Well don't worry, Tits, we'll get you a thong too!"
"Thank you Mistress!" Tits said, tossing her boobs and smiling broadly again.
"Now let's go get you some breakfast, girls! We've got a long day ahead of ourselves!"
"Yes Mistress!"
"Tits has an especially long day. She's gonna become my full-use toilet today as well!"
"Yes Mistress...!" Tits said hesitantly, showing much less enthusiasm as she brought her girls up again.
"I think I'll go naked, seeing as it's Pussy Worship Day. Kiss my pussy you two."
"Yes Mistress."
Each approached their owner on their knees and pecked her pink pussy.
"Good. Now let's get downstairs. Tits, stay up here."
"Yes Mistress."
Pussyslut followed her Mistress into the hallway.
"Eyes on my butt."
"Yes Mistress," she said, immediately lowering her eyes to Caroline's butt, which was nicely shaped and whose cheeks naturally rolled with her hips. Remembering she too had to walk like this, more for the cameras than anything, Pussyslut rolled her hips in suit.
"What are those bulls-eyes on your panties for, slave?"
"Uhhh, I'm not sure Mistress."
"What does a guy have between his legs?"
"A penis, Mistress."
"Never use the word 'penis' again. Guys have cocks. Say it."
"Guys have cocks, Mistress."
"And what does a cock ejaculate?"
"Sperm, Mistress."
"Guys shoot out cum, actually."
Her eyes still focused on Caroline's butt, Pussyslut repeated what she said.
"Now what are those bulls-eyes for, slave?"
"Cocks and cum, Mistress."
"Say it again."
"These bulls-eyes are for cocks and cum, Mistress."
"Good. But today's Pussy Worship Day, isn't it? What's better than cum?"
"Uh, pussy juice, Mistress."
"And what's better than cocks?"
"Pussies are better than cocks, Mistress."
"Good girl."

[kearns]

They entered the kitchen and Caroline took out a dog bowl from the cupboard, along with two cups.
"The reason I had Tits stay upstairs was because I want to mix my shit in with her dog food, but I don't want her to know it's in there. I'm going to take a dump into a cup. I'll be in the bathroom. My pussy is going to be the sole source of nurishment for you today, so don't let me catch you eating anything. Remember, I'm always watching," she said, motioning towards a camera.
Five minutes later and Caroline emerged from the bathroom carrying two cups full of urine and solid waste. She carefully poured the urine into the dog bowl, then one piece of her waste onto the other side. Next she opened a can of dog food and put the contents over the shit.
"Okay, Pussyslut, mix it up with your hands."
Pussyslut looked at Caroline.
"Mistress, you said I'd only have to touch your poop when I put it into my hair once a week!"
"Do you really want to upset me on Pussy Worship Day, cunt?"
"Uh, no Mistress. Sorry, Mistress." She dug her hands into the dog bowl and began mashing the contents up.
"I'll let that slide today but refuse or hesitate to obey an order again and I'll whip those tits I own. Speaking of which, you need to start taking your pills. I want a DD chest on you!"
Caroline opened another cupboard and opened a white bottle. Pussyslut took the pill she was offered and tried to dry shallow it. She gagged.
"Need something to go down with that?"
"Please Mistress."
"Here," Caroline said, opening the fridge and pulling out a small clear vial. "It's all you're allowed to drink today!"
Caroline laughed. It was pussy juice.
Pussyslut closed her eyes and took the vial in defeat. Of course it was pussy juice. Opening the lid and accepting a small amount into her mouth, Pussyslut dropped the pill down her throat."
"Ahh, my pussy juice should be a delicacy. It deserves to be in all the fancy restaurants, doesn't it slave?"
"Yes Mistress, it does!" Pussyslut said perkily.
"Would you buy my pussy juice to go with your meal, Pussyslut?"
"I'd order it as a dessert, Mistress!". Pussyslut exclaimed, knowing this would delight Caroline.
Oh my gosh... did I just think of wanting to please her? Pussyslut thought.
Caroline beamed.
"Good girl! Kiss my pussy!"
Pussyslut obeyed.
"And you can wear two thongs on your head today as a special treat!"
Pussyslut groaned on the inside, but now realized Caroline's trap. As she ordered her slaves to be perky today, she forced them to say things that would please her. After they said those things, she'd make them do such stuff as wearing more underwear on their heads as a "treat." Although Caroline could just order them to do it, this method allowed her to smile and act "kind" about it while her slaves were forced to nod and accept what was happening to them with a smile. It would be maddening.
"Now wash your hands in the sink and we'll go get Tits."
Pussyslut obeyed
"Eyes on my butt and follow me. Talk about how wonderful my butt is until we reach my room."
"Yes Mistress."

Tits followed the pair back downstairs and into the kitchen. She wondered why she was left alone in Caroline's room, but knew better than to ask. Kneeling before the dog bowl, Tits began slurping the yellow liquid inside it as fast as she could swallow. Next she turned to her dog food and put her face into that.
"Yuck, taste's sorta weird, Mistress."
"I don't give a fuck, slave, eat it. And never speak without permission again."
"Sorry Mistress." She put her mouth back to the dog food, finishing within two minutes.
Caroline clapped her hands together.
"As of this moment I'll never use a mechanical toilet again! Congrats on eating your first piece of shit!"
Tits paled.
"In celebration, you are to wear these earrings today! In fact, these are the only earrings you're ever going to be allowed to wear!"
Caroline opened the freezer and pulled out the sealant-covered shit-earrings.
Tits' eyes widened, and her jaw hung open.
"These go in now," Caroline said, bending over and inserting them into Tits' earlobes. Tits was frozen in shock as her new earrings dangled from her head.
"The next time I use my toilet I'm afraid we'll have run out of dog food!" Caroline cackled.

Will be continued at a later date.

[Demon Thief]

Very interesting. My question is: Will this continue for a long time, or will the girls find a way out of this?

[imyourslave]

i really admire your work and i wish this story will never end

[kearns]

Very interesting. My question is: Will this continue for a long time, or will the girls find a way out of this?

Well if they find a way out of it there's not much potential for a story, unless they're recaptured or something.

[slave_boy11234]

ya' know, i have this bookmakred and i logged on just to post something sarcastic in this thread, like " I think Kearns has been hit by a Meteor. " but i was treated to a nice surprise.
xD

[kearns]

Thanks for the bookmark!

Yeah, I've been busy with school. Will continue to be busy, too. I have to write a million papers for the next few months. I'll try and update this when I can (mostly I type installments up on Saturday nights when I'm horny lol).

[rdcottman]

stay horny, so youll write more. lol love the story btw

[Demon Thief]

Well if they find a way out of it there's not much potential for a story, unless they're recaptured or something.

Just curious. I'm just seeing where you're gong with this. It's still a good story no matter what you do. :D

[Doms_Little_Girl]

Mhmmmm I LOVE this story! ^^ I can't tell you how much I want this to happen to me... No escape from a life of slavery sounds like heaven! ^^ :D

Hehe I'm such a little slut. :)

[black out]

ok u really need to keep this going i am so intrested in this i love this story so much please post more

[lucy-ann]

yeah!!! MORE MORE MORE :D hheeeheeeee :P love it soo much

[black out]

if u post more i will put a picture of my ferriet as my profile picture

[lucy-ann]

I want more!!! PLEASE kearns!!!!!!!!!! MORE! =D I check this everyday! xD i dont wanna wait any more!

[iceman713]

um................. i think u need help lol

[lucy-ann]

hahahahaha ^^ I know O_o

[144394]

Great story!! Thanks! Loved it!

[zegogez]

can't wait to read the next update

[cudles12323]

uh hello???its been like a month!!!!!! get on with it please!!!!!:)

[Mere]

geez, now post!!!
Besides, it has been like a month, I would say the story is awesome and I want to read more, curiousness KILLS!

[kearns]

I know this is short but I just wanted to post SOMETHING. I got so many PMs and people on this and other threads asking when I'm going to continue that I decided I had better appease them before a mass riot ensues. ; )

Oh, and I hope to continue this more over summer vacation before I go to college. So there's your answer you crazy would-be-rioters!

The photographer stayed for half an hour, only taking a few pictures of Caroline's pussy after set-up. Caroline had the photographer send the photos to someone in her late father's company immediately. Sometime during the day a UPS truck came delivering the new cage for Tits, which was put into Caroline's closet, and the special cream Caroline bought. At two o'clock Caroline's company came and put up the new wallpaper on every wall of the house- it was blown-up pictures of Caroline's bald pussy, taken by the photographer earlier that day. The workers and Caroline's friend Don were "tipped" for their services by Pussyslut and Tits, and at five o'clock left the two slaves with their owner.
The three were in the living room, each looking at the wallpaper- Caroline in elation, her two slaves in shock. Caroline's pussy truly was "inescapable" now. Not one wall didn't have Caroline's pussy plastered on it. The picture of her pussy measured a few feet across, so many walls had multiple pictures of it, one after another. Pussyslut and Tits couldn't believe they'd have to look at it wherever they turned from now on.
"Mmmmmm, I love it. What do you slaves think?"
"We love your pussy, Mistress!" Tits said, beaming. The shit-earrings were still dangling from her earlobes.
"I think it's time for you girls to properly learn how to suck and lick my pussy, then. Kneel." Caroline walked over to the DVD player and inserted a disc into it.
"I want you girls to concentrate watching this video. You girls need to learn that my pussy is your number one priority in your lives- that's why we're having Pussy Worship Day in the first place."
"Yes Mistress," they said.
"Well then... enjoy!" Caroline said, leaving the room.
The television flickered to life, showing an image of Caroline from the chest up.
"Hello slaves," the Caroline on the TV said. "Today you will learn how to properly suck and lick pussies. You will also learn how to properly suck and lick MY pussy according to my specifications."
The lesson started with Caroline describing the anatomy of a woman's vagina, complete with a little plastic model Caroline displayed for the camera. The girls were taught how to use their tongues to pleasure a woman, as well as Caroline's pussy- evidently she had specific wishes as to how it should be done on her. Next was learning how to stimulate clits before Caroline directed the girls in a "tongue exercise"- the girls were literally forced to stick their tongues out and "perform" on an imaginary pussy, to much embarrassment.
The lesson took two hours to complete, and after a good hour of tongue exercises both girls' tongues were worn out. Nonetheless, the TV Caroline's last line in the video imitiated a cheap education video: "Now you girls will have a chance to try your new knowledge on the real thing. Have fun, but remember- your pleasure should 'cum' (the TV Caroline giggled at her own joke) from pleasuring the pussy on your face."
Caroline descended the stairs and turned the TV off. She carried two pairs of panties, an egg timer, and the horrible straps she always wore around her thighs.
"Okay, girls, time to test your knowledge! Pussyslut, you're up first! Lay down on the couch."
"Yes Mistress," Pussyslut said, getting up from the kneeling position she was in for the last two hours and stretching herself out on the couch.
"Tits, you're to keep your eyes on me and talk about how wonderful my pussy is. At the end of the hour you girls will switch jobs."
"Of course, Mistress."
Caroline descended on Pussyslut's face, locking her thighs and the straps around her head. Pussyslut immediately went to work as Tits began singing her praises.
By the end of the hour Pussyslut's tongue had soaked up seemingly gallons of pussy juice. Her face was coated, the stink clung to her, and her face had been came on at least three times.

"Ugggggh, I just came all over your FACE!" Caroline screamed.
"...your hot pussy is so wet, Mistress, this slave can't wait for you to ride my face. Your pussy's perfect, it deserves to be on my face," Tits droned.
The egg timer went off.
"Okay, you dumb bitch, you can shut up," Caroline said, unlocking the straps holding down Pussyslut's head. "It's time to stop talking and start licking."
"Yes Mistress," Tits said while rising to her feet and laying down on the couch.
"Pussyslut, kneel facing me. When I start the timer start talking."
"Yes Mistress."
Caroline secured Tits' face to her thighs and hit the giant button on top of the egg timer to start it.
"Your juices were sooo delicious, Mistress...."

[rdcottman]

thanks for continuing the story, please keep writing it out.

[black out]

i agree u should keep posting

[kearns]

I forgot to mention that I also posted a new blog entry. The topic is blackmail, so that may interest some readers here. Personally, I think the entry is rather hot. ; )

[black out]

u should post a link to it

[kearns]

It's on my blog here at getdare. Under my username is the number of blog posts I have. Click on the number and it will take you to it.

Like I said, the latest entry's about blackmail. Some people who have enjoyed this story might like the blog.

[molten man]

Great story!! Please continue..

[kearns]

"Now that you sluts are done singing and licking your praises we can move on with tonight's activities. Pussyslut, Tits, go collect all of your panties and bras and bring them down here. You'll be implanting those chips for the camera over the next hour."

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Caroline watched from the living room couch as Pussyslut and Tits sat on the floor attending to the underwear microchips.
"Done? Good. You girls should learn the proper way to ask for further instructions. The proper way is, "How can this slave serve you, Mistress?" or, "What do you require, Mistress?" or anything of that nature. Practice saying it."
"What do you require, Mistress?" Pussyslut asked, changing to a kneeling position.
"Go get that cream I got today. I think I put it on the kitchen counter."
"Yes Mistress."
Pussyslut got up and returned with the cream a minute later.
"Good. Now, this is very symbolic. You girls are pledging tonight to serve my pussy for as long as I desire. Open up the bottle, Pussyslut, then kiss my wonderful pussy."
"Yes Mistress," Pussyslut said, obeying. She approached Caroline, who spread her legs wide. Caroline had an arrogant smile on her face as Pussyslut accepted her fate and put her lips to the space between her owner's legs. She was taking her first steps to accepting that this WAS her owner and that she really was just her property. When she learned she was being blackmailed she thought she'd simply have to clean her house every weekend, or maybe have to cook her a few meals. She didn't suspect that her whole way of life was going to be radically altered, forever. But between the tattoos and the blackmail, the tight control of her daily schedule, her attending to Caroline's every want and need no matter how depraved, and seeing her friend turned into a literal human toilet, she was beginning to accept her new life. Her kissing Caroline's pussy- no, her MISTRESS'S pussy- was a symbol of her inevitable defeat. It wasn't here yet. If asked by a stranger she'd still say her name was Bern, despite her new name emblazoned across her face. But the fact of the matter is she was beginning to submit, beginning to admit there was no escape from slavery.
"Now you, Tits."
"Yes Mistress," Tits whispered in a soft tone, realizing the almost formal nature of the proceeding. She pushed her jugs up and smiled widely, then approached her owner on her knees. She put her chin on the edge of the couch and slowly pushed her face between the spread legs before her. Tattooed pink lips met juicy pink lips as before Tits backed up to assume a kneeling position.
"Mhmmm..." Caroline nearly moaned. "I own you slaves... Each of you put a dab of the cream on your two fingers. Not too much, Pussyslut! Yeah, that much is perfect. Okay, have the cream on your fingers? Now take it and rub it into my pussy. Tits, take my right lip, Pussyslut my left."
"Yes Mistress." They rubbed the cream into her lips until it dissolved.
"Hmmmm... I don't feel any different. It doesn't matter I guess. What matters is my pussy will produce more juices for you sluts to lap up, and my juices will be a lot smellier when you do. My pussy is inescapable. Say it, girls!"
"Your pussy is inescapable, Mistress!"
"Mhmmm, that's right. But now it's bedtime. And as a symbol of my pussy being absolutely inescapable, you cunts can sleep between my legs tonight, where you belong. C'mon, upstairs we go."
"Yes Mistress," they said, rising to their feet.
"Eyes on my butt as we walk!"
They walked up the stairs to Caroline's bedroom and were quickly ordered into bed. Caroline put two black straps on, one for each leg. She attached them to her slaves' heads and laid down herself. It wasn't the most comfortable position, being that she had to accomodate two heads between her legs, but she loved dominating her girls this way. They truly were her property, and she already seen them as such.

[ofthenorth]

About time you got another bit up hahaha.

[coolandtechy]

Thanks for posting again! I've been waiting forever!

[glasssbottle174]

the new post is excellent. this is really good. i love the posts you do about pussys :)

[kearns]

Yet another short addition. I would have wrote more but I got distracted looking at girls in bikinis.

The three females awoke to the blaring sound of the alarm. Caroline sluggishly met it with her outstretched hand, silencing it. Her other hand unhooked the girls from their pussy prison, and they both gasped as they crawled their way out of bed.
Pussyslut and Tits entered the no-door bathroom with little enthusiasm for the day ahead. The timer on the wall counted down the time until their freezing shower with no sympathy or mercy. Pussyslut slid her panties down her legs and squatted over the toilet with a sigh, too tired to care for the cameras recording her as she urinated. Tits began brushing her teeth.
At the six minute mark both stepped into the bitingly cold shower, subjecting themselves to be hit with screaming knives disguised as waterdrops. Tits sighed as she realized she'd probably never wash herself again- Pussyslut would always be there to wash her, and vice versa.
Did I just think of her as 'Pussyslut?'
The girls hurriedly dried off away from the probing cameras and made their way to their separate dressers. Tits picked out a pink pair of boyshorts outlined by a black waistband, along with a matching bra. It would have been cute were it not for the word "COCKSUCKER" in jet black across the back. Pussyslut opted for a dark blue thong with white ruffles and a black bra that seemed to be one size too small, pushing her breasts up. Both met downstairs and prepared Caroline's breakfast in silence. There was simply nothing to talk about.

"Mistress, your breakfast is ready," Tits said, presenting the tray to her yawning owner.
Caroline rolled over and wiped her eyes of gunk.
"I need to take a piss first."
"Uhhh... yes mistress," Tits gulped.
"I forget, is there a toilet around here? I seem to remember getting a new one...."
"Yes Mistress," Tits smiled darkly, "there's one right here."
"There is? I don't see one. I see a sign saying "Toilet" on your chest, but you must have forgot to paint an arrow sign. Please tell me where I can find a toilet, I really need to go."
Tits smiled nervously and her hands were resisting the urge to shake. She felt like someone dropped a weight down her throat and she was about to throw it back up.
"You can use this toilet, Mistress."
"What toilet? I told you, I don't see a toilet."
Tits gulped and choked her next words out.
"This girl is a toilet, Mistress."
"Ohhhhhh, I see! Wow, a talking toilet, how great is that? Well then, how do I use you?"
She's making me continue with this game? Tits groaned to herself.
"You simply put, uh... put your pussy over this mouth here, and then... go. Mistress."
"Toilets don't have mouths, silly, they have toilet bowls!"
"YousimplyputyourpussyoverthistoiletbowlthenMistres s," Tits spit out as fast as she could.
"So what, do you lay back or something?"
"Yes Mistress," Tits said, taking the clue to lie back.
"And I put my pussy here?" Caroline asked, stepping onto the floor and squatting over Tits' open mouth.
"Yes Mistress," Tits said, desperate to get this over with. It was bad enough being forced to drink Caroline's pee, but the humiliation was doubled with Pussyslut ("No, her name's Bern" she thought to herself) as a literal captive audience.
"And I lock my legs around the toilet bowl like this?" Caroline inquired, squeezing Tits' head with her thighs.
"Yes Mistress."
"Then I simply... go?" Caroline said, releasing her stream on the last word. Tits fought to get every last drop down her throat without it making contact with her taste buds, but she was unsuccessful. Pussyslut closed her eyes throughout the endeavor. She couldn't bare to see her friend suffer like this.
After about ten seconds Caroline was finished.
"What a nice way to start the day! Wipe me up, Toilet, so I can start eating."
Tits put her tongue to Caroline's lips and moved it around, glad to be done with her toilet service for hopefully a few more hours.

[trust-no-1]

I love this so much, please continue this

[kearns]

Caroline ate her breakfast as she ordered her slaves to pick out her outfit for the day. Pussyslut and Tits would hold a suggested piece of clothing up, and it would either be approved or rejected. Caroline chose a deep red thong and a black bra for underwear, then decided on jeans and a plain black t-shirt. She declined to put them on until after her shower, however.
"Girls, put my underwear on me. Do you remember what to do?"
"Yes Mistress," they said, Tits kneeling next to Caroline with the thong and Pussyslut moving in front of her with the bra.
"Panties first!" Caroline said, prompting Tits to kiss her owner's clit and pussy before moving behind her to kiss her butt cheeks. Following the ritual Tits carefully unfolded the thong, allowing Caroline to step into the holes as her slave moved the panties up her leg.
"How's it smell down there?"
"It's stinky, Mistress."
"Good, the cream's working. Now the bra, Pussyslut."
Pussyslut bent over to gently kiss both of Caroline's nipples, then moved behind her to hook on the bra.
"You girls will go downstairs and eat as I start my daily routine. You didn't eat yesterday so I'll spare you the dog food. You may make yourself pancakes, but I require you to put vinegar and mustard on it. Syrup is not allowed. Do you girls know why?"
"Because you deserve all the syrup, Mistress?" Tits suggested.
"Okay, so there's two reasons. That's one. Do you dumb whores know the other one?"
"No Mistress."
"It's because I CAN order you to eat it with vinegar and mustard. And when you do really load it up with that stuff. Don't let the cameras catch you doing otherwise."
"Yes Mistress," they sighed.
"And make sure you eat every bite, I need my slaves to have energy to serve me!"
"Yes Mistress," they said, resigning themselves to the fact Caroline decided what went into their bodies.
"Eyes on my butt as I walk to the bathroom, then you girls can enjoy your breakfast."

[trust-no-1]

Mustard and Vinegar, YUCK.
Please continue, I love this

[Mere]

I pity the poor girls :(
You're good at writing. A small advise from me would be, if you could give a 2-3 line summary of the last post, before typing the next one, it would help us connect to it better :)
But either way, it's awesome ^_^

[sexydare]

Good story

Keep it up,

[kearns]

Okay, quick run-down... All three girls woke up, and Caroline used Tits as a urinal before ordering them to make themselves breakfast- delicious pancakes topped with vinegar and mustard. Why? Because Caroline told them to.

Pussyslut and Tits ate on the floor for a good twenty minutes as they slowly forced themselves to consume the nasty combination of vinegar and mustard on pancakes, which Caroline had ordered them to heavily burn after she came down having finished her shower early.
"Did my slavegirls enjoy their breakfast?"
"Please Mistress, don't make us do that again," Tits begged. "Pleeeeaaase. Pleeeeaaaase."
Caroline smiled.
"Unfortunately you don't make decisions anymore, stupid girl. Slaves shouldn't think, they should leave that job to their owners. Besides, I let you eat out of the goodness of my heart. But if you don't want to appreciate what your Mistress does for you, that's fine."
"Mistress, I do--"
"No more talking, Tits."
Tits stopped talking but left her mouth open to smile as she raised her huge jugs attached to her chest. Caroline smiled. She loved being able to control when the girls talk, and what they say.
"Now that you girls have some energy I think it's time to get you started on your new exercise routine. I made it myself. Get and follow me."
"Yes Mistress," they mumbled, relieving their aching knees from the hardness of the hardwood kitchen floor and following her all the way into the basement.
They walked into a room full of boxes and dusty equipment, with plastic bins were cluttered here and there. The cement floor had no carpet, and was cold to the slaves' feet. Of course, Caroline was wearing socks.
Only the best for Mistress, Pussyslut thought sarcastically.
Caroline led them to the back, where a cleared off area was located behind two cement poles. Two squares measuring a few feet around were painted red on the freezing floor, and a TV was positioned near the far wall. Two cameras flanked each side of it, and another camera was on top. The two poles each had their own camera as well.
"Before we start I'd like to show you one of my favorite toys," Caroline said, walking to the far corner of the basement where an odd-looking machine sat. "Pussyslut, get up here."
Pussyslut meekly said the obligatory "Yes Mistress" and climbed up. There was two locks for her wrists, but Caroline didn't bother to chain her to the machine.
"If you girls start misbehaving, you may find yourself on here. With a press of a button I can--"
Whack!
Pussyslut's bottom was slapped hard with an unknown object, and Pussyslut let out a small cry of surprise. She was a spanking machine!
"That was on the lowest setting," Caroline said, pressing the off button. "I can make it go super fast and have it hold any object I want to spank you with, so you girls better remember that I'm your owner. I mean it, I'll put you girls on here with a hairbrush and the highest setting and just walk away for a few hours. So you should learn that any behavior I feel doesn't make you seem like an obedient slavegirl WILL be punished, no question about it. But I should also say you girls will be on here a lot regardless if you've been bad. Like I said, it IS my favorite toy, and besides... I have DVDs to sell."
"Now, though, we can start your exercise regime. You girls will be exercising two times a day from now on, an hour each session. I bought a whole stack of special exercise DVDs the night I first learned I was going to own two slavegirls, so there'll be plenty of new material each exercise. The first session you'll watch a DVD, and the second session will be led by me until you girls get the hang of it. For now, just get in those two squares on the floor."
"Yes Mistress," they said, moving to the designated areas.

[kearns]

"Rule number one of exercising is that you're to stay in those squares at all times. If you move out- whether by accident or not, I don't care- you get an automatic twenty minutes at the spanking machine after the exercise period."
"Mistress, may this slave ask a question?" Tits said.
"Go ahead, Tittyfuck," Caroline said, laughing at her own joke.
Tits blushed at what she guessed would be her new nickname, but continued to speak regardless of her humiliation.
"Mistress, why do we need to stay in the squares?"
"The reason you have to is because of the cameras- they're all pointed at the squares. They'll be watching you exercise everyday from now on, so don't be shy."
"Okay then! Rule number two of exercising is that you are required to exert yourselves at all times. Unless the instructor calls for a break time, you don't let up. Basically, you're required to be try-hards. If I feel you're not giving 100% here's what's gonna happen... The video will be stopped and you'll spend twenty minutes on the spanking machine. The other girl will start it for you, as well as decide what level to put it on. Now, she may be very angry because after starting it up not only does she have to stand in her square in the "resting position" while you're on the machine but you girls will BOTH be required to start the routine over from the start. So, best not piss the other off."
"To answer your question I know you're thinking, the "resting position" is where you stand with your back straight, hands on your hips, and legs spread. Twenty minutes in that position won't be fun, so I'd recommend trying your hardest every second of the way."
"Rule number three... you're required to shout out anything the instructor commands you to repeat. You're to shout it out loud, too. I want to hear you girls upstairs!"
"Rule number four...."
"Wait, Mistress!" Pussyslut interrupted. "May this slave ask a question?"
"Go ahead, Pussyslut."
"Okay... so, what exactly while we have to shout?"
"You'll see."
"Yeah but..."
"Pussyslut? Shut up. Rule number four... This exercise area is enthusiasm area! Remember, I don't normally care if you're enthusiastic about serving me, as long as you're obedient and I don't hear you grumbling loudly. But here, you're happy to exercise. You're happy to be a slave, period. If you come in here with a pout on your face you may need to spend some time with the spanking machine. So... smiles, smiles, smiles, girls!"
"Rule number five... Exercise clothes will be given to you, and you're to exercise only wearing the chosen clothes. Simple enough even for you two bimbos, I think."
"Well, that's about it for rules. Ready, girls?"
"Yes Mistress!" they said with forced enthusiasm.
"No you're not, you're not naked!"
The girls dropped their panties and unstrapped their bras hastily, letting them drop to the floor.
"Oh! I DID forget a rule! I'll be right back!"
Caroline ran to the stairs and disappeared from view, leaving Pussyslut and Tits alone, with no cameras to overhear or monitor them, since they entered into their new lives of slavery.

[kearns]

Tits checked Caroline was gone with a quick look over her shoulder, then turned to her friend with a nervous expression on her face.
"Bern, what are we gonna doooooo?!?" Tits cried. "How are we gonna get outta here?!?"
"I dunno, Jen! I'm so sorry! So sorry!"
"This isn't your fault, Bern. This woman's crazy! But really, we need to get out of here! I think she's gonna keep us here forever if she can, Bern. We need to find a way to escape!"
"I know, but I can't think of anything!"
"How about... how about we just run next time we're out of the house? Just run away from her?"
"We can't, remember? She'll send blackmail out eventually, and before she does that she'll use all her money to find us. Plus, I mean...." She pointed to her face, which forever proclaimed her new name and even Caroline's color for her with her black tattooed lips.
"Oh yeah... Well, we could maybe find someone to undo it if we escape, Bern!" Tits said hopefully.
"I think it'd probably be hard to undo tattoos on the lips and face, Jen. Besides, how would we pay for it? I won't be able to get a decent job with the tattoos and Caroline looking for me, and I definitely wouldn't be able to go back to my family like this. Face it, Jen... I'm a slave now." Pussyslut gulped. "Caroline... Caroline, she... owns me. I'm... I'm her property." Pussyslut hung her head in shame. It felt like a giant wave descended upon her. She couldn't run from it or fight it. All she could do was accept it and try to make the best of it- whatever that "best" could be.
Jennifer looked shocked, and stood with her jaw agape.
"Bern... Don't give up, Bern, whatever you do! We'll get out of here somehow. Somehow!"
"Jen, I told you... I'm a slave now. It'd take a million miracles to get my normal life back again. First we'd need to get our hands on all the blackmail material and delete it, then we'd need to tie up Caroline or something, and then we'd to escape the inescapable house. After that we'd need to find clothes in our sizes- I don't have the key to my house anymore, and Caroline probably sold your place by now. So we'd both be running around in our underwear- underwear that has GPS, too- for awhile. Then we'd need to go to, like, the other side of the country or something and have you find a job that can support both of us. I couldn't work, obviously. We'd then need to save for a few years to get my surgery done, then save again if we want the other tattoos on our butts and rings on our pussies removed. And we'd need to do all of this while hiding from an angry Caroline with a lot of resources she can use to find us." Pussyslut shook her head. "There's just no way, Jen...."
Jen sighed. "Don't give up hope yet, I'll think of something."
"And I'll do my best to think of a way you can escape, Jen. Hmmmm... Come to think of it, if I can find a way onto Caroline's computer... Huh... Y'know, if I can have ten minutes on that computer, I might be able to delete the blackmail if I can find it. The only problem is she probably has a password to it and she always knows where I am and what I'm doing."
"It's a start, Bern. Let's both be on the lookout for a chance, okay?"
"Even if there isn't a good chance, maybe we can risk it. I'll be willing to take a punishment to try and discover her password."
"Okay, how about we try next time one of us goes out with her and the other stays here. The cameras will see us on the computer and eventually she'll find out and punish us but it's worth a shot, right?"
"Yeah... Just know I'm not going with you if you can even find a way out of this hell."
Jennifer sighed. "I'll find a way, Bern...."
"Don't bother, Jen, I'll only slow you down once you get out. Plus you'll need to pay for two once you find a job."
"Don't--" Tits stopped once she heard footsteps on the stairs. "She's coming! Act natural!" Tits hissed, stepping away from her friend and trying to look like she was bored and waiting for Caroline to come back downstairs.
"I forgot, rule number six..." Caroline said, stepping into view. "Your Mistress's dirty underwear is required on your head while you exercise as a reminder of what you're exercising for: me! And yes, it will be dirty. Tits, I took the liberty of dumping a vial of my pee on it so you can get used to the smell."
"Thank you Mistress," Tits said after pushing her naked breasts up, knowing she was going to demand the thanks anyways.
Caroline walked over to each slave and put the dirty underwear on their heads for them, securing them by putting the leg holes behind their ears. They both wrinkled their noses at the smell- especially Tits- but they knew there was no fighting it.
"You girls are ready, so I'll the put the video in now," Caroline said.

[Cheesey]

awesome installment! I love the spanking machine :D

[kearns]

The video started and the cameras came to life. Once again, like always, they were being monitored. The video showed a blonde, skinny woman about Caroline's age jogging in place, with two girls who looked
to be about eighteen at most behind her. They too were jogging in place, but unlike the instructor in front, who was wearing a tight t-shirt and short shorts, the girls were wearing bikinis.
"Start jogging in place girls, don't just stand there!"
Immediately Pussyslut and Tits obeyed. If they were given a shirt but no sports bra to support themselves, the girls would have been embarrassed. Naked, with their tits bouncing wildly as if trying to escape from their chests, they were downright humiliated. Caroline just stood there and smiled. She loved owning her new bitches.
"Okay girls!" The instructor yelled after five minutes of jogging. "Stretch time!"
The instructor took Pussyslut and Tits to the hard, uncomfortable floor where they began stretching. The girls were forced to spread their legs wide to stretch the thigh muscles and to reach for their toes, followed by "butterflies" and arm-stretching. Five minutes later they were up on their feet again jogging in place before being called to hop in place. This caused Tits to go beet red as the globes on her chest flew towards the ceiling before crashing back down as her feet reached the floor for another hop. So far she wasn't experiencing much breast pain, but if the exercises continued like they were she'd be seriously sore by the end of
it. What choice did she have, though? With a slight sigh and sniff of the wet panties on her head she started to concentrate on the exercises she was forced by this mad woman to do.
"And... STOP! Good job girls, that's how you burn those calories!" The instructor yelled as the girls in bikinis behind her smiled stupidly. "Now let's start on toning those muscles!" The instructor spread her legs and bent over, followed by the girls in bikinis and the two slavegirls. She was reaching for the ground, but what came out of her mouth made Pussyslut and Tits realize this wasn't a normal exercise video.
"Repeat after me, girls: I want a big juicy cock right up my butt!"
"Say, 'this slave' girls!'"* Caroline corrected.
"This slave wants a big juicy cock right up her butt!" the girls repeated, almost mumbling to each other in their humiliation.
"Again, girls! And louder this time!" The instructor encouraged them. They bent over again and yelled, "This slave wants a big juicy cock right up her butt!"
"If you want a cock up your butt you're gonna have to make your butt attractive and extra special! Men deserve to have a nice butt they can put their big cocks in, right? Well, we're gonna make sure you have that extra special butt for your boyfriend after these exercises! After a few weeks of these, when he gets home and sticks his delicious cock in your butt he'll really be able to feel that extra OOMPH!"
They were led into kneeling abductions, then full squats after Caroline produced two long steel pipes to use as bars. This continued for a full twenty minutes- all with different chants for cocks the girls learned they were forced to repeat as part of the exercise program- which emphasized the importance of toning the slaves' butts. Another twenty minutes was then spent on flexibility, namely in the legs of course, and then the exercise DVD started to wrap things up by leading the girls in abdominal work. Five minutes of hopping and jogging in place finally finished the exercise routine.
By the end of it Pussyslut and Tits were sweating and had flushed cheeks. Although insulted, they could say nothing to their owner when she commented they should "try a little harder next time."
Caroline went upstairs and put water into dog bowls for them, which they lapped up happily despite being forced to drink it on the ground. They were still wearing Caroline's underwear on their heads.

[kearns]

"Are my bitches ready for their next activity? Hmm, of course you are. Okay, here's what we're gonna do. Pussyslut, you're gonna spend a session on the spanking machine while Tits learns to suck cock. I heard you girls yelling for cock so I know you're both eager for it. Pussyslut, move the machine onto the red squares and hop on."
Caroline waited as Pussyslut obeyed. She put it on the "medium" setting and then ushered Tits into a different part of the basement.
"Kneel here," Caroline said, turning her back on her property and adjusting something on a short table.
"Yes Mistress."
"Remember my replica pussy from the video I made? I have a replica cock, too... well, technically it's a dildo. Anyways I just glued it to a plastic pipe, and stuck the pipe in a piece of wood. You're going to suck on it while your friend Pussyfuck gets a spanking. There's no cameras here, but I'm expecting you improve as a cocksucker constantly. I'm actually thinking of testing you girls periodically. But if you don't want to suck cock and you'd rather fail, be my guest... Just don't expect to be able to sit down for a few weeks. Any questions?"
"Mistress... How is this slave supposed to become a better cocksucker?"
"Practice, practice, practice, girly," Caroline said, petting her slave. "And use your imagination."
"Yes Mistress," Tits said, wrapping her bubblegum pink lips around the dildo.
"Good girl, you're learning your new place in life. Have fun, Tittyfuck, I'm gonna go enjoy the Pussyslut show live." She reached down and put her hands under Tits' breasts, flipping them up and squeezing them before walking away. Tits could only suck on the dildo in response.

Pussyslut was squealing mildly as the spanking machine showed no mercy on her red ass. Each time it struck her fatty bottom it jiggled, creating quite a show for the camera. Ahhh, yes, Caroline loved her constant supply of new pictures and videos to blackmail the girls with. She couldn't say she was a lesbian- indeed, she was actually straight- and if she was given the choice she'd probably swap out one of the girls for a slaveboy... but the girls really were making her excited everyday. It was something inherent with girls, she decided. Girls blushed heavily at the tiniest embarrassment, squealed delightfully at every small pinch or poke; and the pouty looks all unwilling slavegirls shown! It was enough for Caroline to get wet.
And, she reminded herself, the more wet I get the stinkier the place gets for my girls.
She debated putting the full dose of cream on each girl's pussy. It would be yet another permanent humiliation, one which they couldn't get away from even if they somehow escaped her. Plus, she could make fun of them every time the house started smelling of pussy. It was a great idea, but one she put away for now. It was time to enjoy her first slave's spanking, after all.
"Having fun, Cuntfuck?"
Pussyslut groaned.
"Only another fifteen minutes on there! It will fly by, I promise!"

[kearns]

It was twenty minutes before Tits and Pussyslut switched places, and a total of forty minutes before Caroline shut off the machine and had Tits move it to the corner. Both girls' butts were red and stung badly, but they knew better than to complain.
"Just be glad the cocksucking counted as your tongue exercises for the first exercise session. Normally you'll do ten to twenty minutes of that after the workout."
They followed Caroline upstairs after collecting their forgotten underwear and watched as she sat on the couch. Both girls desperately wished to sit down, but they were not allowed to be on furniture without permission so instead simply kneeled.
"What to do, what to do?" Caroline said to herself. "Hmmmm... I know!" Caroline smiled, always a bad sign. "You girls are gonna start on a long-term project: you're going to become cheerleaders. Specifically, MY cheerleaders. I'll give you an hour a day to come up with ideas and practice your routine, and when you're done you'll perform for me. In fact, we're going to get you cheerleading outfits and everything! I'll even let you choose a beat to do your routine to! Just this once, even, I'm going to let you on the computer to get started and order your cheerleading outfits. After today you won't be able to use it again, so choose your music wisely."
"Thank you Mistress," Pussyslut said. "But this slave has never been a cheerleader."
"Then you'll learn, all for me of course! I'm even going to let you buy your own outfits... The only requirement is that it must have 'Caroline' written on it or a big letter 'C'. You're on Team Caroline now, after all!" She smiled wickedly.
"Yes Mistress," they said, groaning on the inside.
"You know where the computer is, Pussyslut, so get started. Tits, you're going to wait here and serve me. You girls aren't ready to think of a chant or start dancing around yet, so don't worry about it today."
Pussyslut got up and walked to the computer, swaying her hips seductively like she was taught to do. Immediately, the conversation between Jennifer and her came to her mind. Her eyes widened. Could the opportunity be here already?

[Cheesey]

OMG, i think im might love you! your posts are amazing! good job and this is officaly me FAVORITE story on here!

[kearns]

Well I'm glad I have at least one fan. : )

[Demon Thief]

Interesting updates.

And I'm a fan of this too, so now you have two fans. :D

[Teddy_Dare]

three fans :P, i am loving this story also

[lucy-ann]

O_O kearns you know im a fan! >,<

[rdcottman]

i am too six now i think

[Sonny19]

and alas Im a fan too!

[kearns]

Any thoughts on the new updates? Things you liked, things you didn't like, things to include or include more of, etc.?

[Demon Thief]

I like how they're planning to escape. I want to see whether it succeeds or not.

[Elina]

i loved the tattoos, and yeah, the idea about escaping is lovely, would love to read how pissed she`d be and what she`d do if they tried and failed, or got away and she`d find them :) but the bras and panties idea not so much for me, but overall i love this story

great story, waiting for more, kisses

Elina

[Ozpossum]

pls continue writing

[thebestguy]

Did this story die?

[kearns]

No, far from dead. I've just been very busy, and I only write when I'm in uh... a certain mood.

[black out]

i would like to hear how the girls escape or get let go, one of the two, and how they rebuild and get new jobs and stuff like that

[Mere]

What shall I do to make you write it further? *tears* :(

[kearns]

Get nekked and make me a sammich!

[Mere]

http://www.bloodysushi.com/macro/sammich.jpg
:( now WRITE!

[Teddy_Dare]

she said get nekkid too!!

[Mere]

*He.
And I was I was! :( Now write Kearns!

[kearns]

I'm in college now, I'm a busy man. : p

[DaringChicka]

Loving it! Don't change a thing!

[chick star]

I love it please write more!!!

[DaringChicka]

Write please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Bidz4321]

This is one of my favourite stories on getdare, please continue!

[Ozpossum]

pls write more i can't wait for the next update

[henkdejong]

I just keep checking back! Please update XD

[Ozpossum]

please ay u update we want more

[zegogez]

lol can't wait to see the next installment of this story

[CarolineT487]

Keep writing please this story is amazing :D

[GypsieCowboy]

you've gotta new fan... you brought Me all the way over here from f-life to see and I am thinking I'm hooked.

just what I needed, another network to have to be checking into - and here I was trying to make My online life simpler cause My real life is going totally nuts, I mean I have developed a fan club of My own... if you can believe it.

keep it comin' friend.

[slutpup]

did this story die

[kearns]

did this story die

Not technically, I'm still around. I just have little motivation to write at the moment.

[slutpup]

ill do anything to get u to write

[maddy09]

*puppy dog eyes* please continue

[XBOX360]

Yeah, please write. I'd be the people in the story if it meant you'd write again.

[kms003]

ohhh its just amazing.... pls continue writing.... im dieng for new updates!

[kms003]

it is going to continue??

[maddy09]

im starting to think this has died

[kearns]

I'm sorry, I've just been way too busy with school, work, and a social life. In addition I really haven't felt the urge to write.

[jcogginsa]

it's okay, write what you want to write when you want to write it. but if your too busy to write at the moment, please let us know so we don't keep bugging you

[crazyness411]

this story is dead :'(

[teddy 532]

this story is dead :'(

Maybe you should read the authors last post.

[Wet]

Kearns! Get The URGE to write! I'm hooked on this story, and I never want it to end!

[kearns]

Get the URGE to write!

Yeah I knowww, I'm just too busy right now.

it's okay, write what you want to write when you want to write it. but if your too busy to write at the moment, please let us know so we don't keep bugging you

Thanks for the support, I appreciate it.

[dkg]

If you arn't busy now can you please start writing again :(

[Master_x]

This story's the best I've :) Please continue :D

[lola12363]

Please continue I'm hooked on this story :p

[fleetfeetclogger12]

PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ WRITE MOREZ! tryin to decide if i should write my own!

[haldirscrackers]

I'm really hoping this story will resume shorty...

[queenmistress]

this story is mad gud hope 2 read more

[eabhlin01]

cant wait for you to post some more of this story keep up the good work :)