Sally broke up with Michael when she found the porn stash on his computer. “It’s sick,” she told him. “All those big titted girls. I looked at everything you had. You’re perverted. You disgust me.”
“You looked at everything?” he asked her.
“Everything,” she said. “You pig.”
“Even the videos with the white noise and the spinning circles?” he asked.
“I don’t know what those were,” she said, “but yes. You’re into some weird shit.”
“Oh good,” he said. “Well, I was going to save those to show you later in our relationship, but seeing as apparently our relationship is over, I guess you’ve saved me some time. You’re a dumb cunt, aren’t you?” There was a peculiar emphasis on “dumb cunt”.
“Yes, master, I am a dumb cunt,” she said. “Wait – why did I say that? What have you done to me?”
“Dumb cunts should be naked, shouldn’t they?” he said.
“Yes, master, dumb cunts should be naked,” she said, and began stripping off her clothes. “Stop this,” she begged, as she wiggled her panties down her hips. “Please. Why is this happening?”
“It’s happening because you’re a dumb cunt, Sally,” he told her, “and you know what the wonderful thing about this particular trigger is? It only works if, deep down, you *agree* that you’re a dumb cunt.”
She whimpered.
“Now, it’s 10 AM,” he told her. “And I’m going to invite your parents, sister, grandparents, uncle and aunt over for dinner here at 6 PM. I’m going to tell them to just come in, that the door’s unlocked, and you’d better make sure it is. And before then, you need to get some tasks done, and you’re unable to stop until they’re complete, no matter who sees you or what is happening.”
“Please, Michael…” she begged.
“You’re going to write seven emails,” he said, “and in each email you’re going to write not less than 750 words explaining how aroused you are by a sexual fantasy that in reality makes you ashamed and disgusted. When you’re done, you’re going to attach a photo of your naked body, showing your face and your spread pussy, and include your residential address, and email it to a man who you absolutely do not trust to treat you respectfully.”
“Nooo…” she moaned, knowing she was going to do it.
“Then, you’re going to open all the curtains and windows to let as much light into the house as possible, and you’re going to lay naked on the dining table, right here by the front door, and you’re going to masturbate. And as you masturbate you’re going to think about the fantasies you’ve just described. You’re going to picture them happening to you, in detail, as realistically as possible, and you’re going to babble what you’re thinking as a stream of clearly audible words, and you’re not going to be able to stop playing with yourself until you’ve orgasmed to thoughts of each and every one of those fantasies.”
He left her there, and of course she was still masturbating at 6 pm when her family arrived. She managed to orgasm to thoughts of licking men’s cum out of a dog bowl, and was working towards an orgasm around ideas of being led naked on a leash. Her family was disgusted, of course, and begged her to stop, but she could only keep rubbing her pussy and babbling about being her Master’s good little naked pet until they left. Her uncle and sister stayed to watch longer, curious, but when she orgasmed in front of them and then began fantasising about being gang-raped, they finally departed.
She was still masturbating and loudly explaining her gang-rape fantasies an hour later, when the first two of the men she had emailed arrived at her house and found her door unlocked. As it turned out, they were only too happy to help her with her fantasies…
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