“My cunt is locked up because I disobeyed my master.”

PART 17

On a dull and listless afternoon, after lunch and getting back to work, my supervisor and his secretary went together inside their corner office and shut the door, while I sat in my cubicle and was once again caught up with more meaningless and mundane paperwork. In a stupor I started to daydream. And intermittently I heard others exchanging typical office gossips and laughs and talking about the up-coming party, to which I still didn’t know if I was invited, or whether indeed I was invited and that they had already planned more ways to humiliate me this time.

Being the only Asian female in the office, where over 80 percent of my colleagues and superiors are white and male, I’m used to being treated like a pinata, being the butt of their jokes, and, more often than not, being the helpless victim of their multifaceted sexual innuendos and attacks.

I continued my daydream. I thought back to high school, to college, and to my first work experience. I thought back to all those years and the memory flashes before my eyes as if it happened yesterday. My entire life flashes before my eyes. Except I no longer feel anything. I do not feel joy. I do not feel sadness. I’m living and breathing still, but I do not feel alive.

“I just hope they don’t humiliate her too much.” My face started to blush as soon as I heard their remarks about me in a whisper, and out of the corners of my eyes saw their fingers pointing at me.

“They do so only because they are sexually aroused by your presence.” A white female coworker saw me and noticed that I was looking at her, and so she spoke loud enough for me to hear, her voice filled with jealousy and envy.

“We are ready to leave. Why don’t you go to the car and wait for us?” Judy, the secretary, a tall, overbearing blonde woman, who often jolted me from my somnambulistic tasks with her sharp voice, came to me and tapped me by the shoulder.

I was awoken from my daydream.

Quickly I put my things away and got up to walk out, but just as I was going by the corner office where my supervisor is, I was stopped. “While you are waiting for us, chink slut, I expect you to find a cock to suck. Don’t take too long finding one, since we’ll be right out. And don’t try to hide either. Just suck someone right there by the car!” My supervisor stared at me from his desk inside the corner office and shouted so everyone could hear.

My heart sank and my cheeks turned red and hot. I didn’t reply to them, and in a daze, just walked out to the car. I noticed they could watch me from the window and I knew if I didn’t do what I was told, I would be in big trouble. And I also figured they wouldn’t come out until I was on my knees sucking someone’s cock.

Getting to the car, I felt lucky, because Allen was just getting ready to leave too. He waved at me and with a bright smile said “Hi.”

I said back: “Hi. Allen … Can I ask you something?”

He came over to the car where I was standing. “Sure! Anything.”

With tears almost in my eyes, knowing full well this was going to be hard, if impossible, but I had to do it and since he had already fucked me once, sucking his cock would be easy. But it wouldn’t be easy right there in the parking lot.

“Allen, caaaaaan I suck you?”

He didn’t know what to say and was silent for a long time before he blurted out, “Sure, let’s find a place to go.”

“No. Right here. Right now.”

“But someone will see you doing it and you’ll get in trouble and I probably will too.”

Before he had a chance to finish the sentence I was already on my knees in front of him, unzipping his pants, and pulling out his gorgeous white cock. Once I had it out and in my mouth, he really couldn’t do anything but stand there and let me to suck him off.

My supervisor and his secretary watched me doing it and then went outside. Allen saw them approaching and tried to push me away, but I kept him right there in my mouth and wouldn’t let him move.

The pair came up to me and Judy said, “Chink, what are you doing?”

I didn’t remove my mouth from Allen’s cock, but managed to roll my eyes up to my supervisor, pleading with him to let me stop, but he just laughed when he saw the humiliated look on my face and said, “Oh I see. You are sucking a cock. Good little Asian slut. Don’t worry, Allen. She does this a lot.”

Just about that time, Allen pushed all the way into my throat and shot his heavy load down my throat. As soon as he was done, he pulled out and stuffed his shrinking cock back into his pants and tried to leave.

But my supervisor said to him, “Wait a minute. She has something else to show you!”

Allen just stood there, wondering on what earth was going on.

“Stand up, chink,” ordered my supervisor. “Now, show him what is under your skirt and tell him why it is like that.”

“Pleeeeaaaasseeee. Sir. Not that!” I begged.

“SHOW HIM!”

I raised my skirt up to expose my locked cunt. I couldn’t look Allen in the eyes and just held my head down in hot shame, and tears rolled down my cheeks. Allen was staring at my bare pussy, seeing the tiny lock hanging from the rings in my pussy lips. He was dumbfounded and couldn’t say anything.

“Now tell him why!”

part 15 interjection

“Okay now go get a nice bath. You smell like a whore and we don’t want our guest to see you like this.” My owner told me.

I went to the bathroom to bath and I had to use the small bathroom in the hallway, since I was forbidden to use the my other bathroom off the master bedroom. That was now Judy’s private bath.

Running the water, I climbed into the tub and soaked. My pussy was sore and swollen. My ass felt it had been turned wrong side out and my jaws hurt. “I had been fucked so much last night, and I don’t know if I would ever be fucked again.” I thought to myself.

I was soaking my hurts away as my mind drifted back to my past. My family needed money and I only knew of one way to get it. I told them I was working, but they didn’t know that I was selling my body. I had been fucked by so many different men and got paid well for it. No one would have suspected that I was a whore. I got into the prestigious NYU, even earned my scholarships to pay for my tuition, and afterward I got an internship at a prestigious company and then immediately afterward a well paying job. I brought my own house and I was so feverishly pursued by so many different men who showered me with gifts and affection …

“Hurry up, slut! Our guest will be arriving soon and we still have to get you ready!” My thoughts were interrupted when Judy barked into the little bathroom and yelled.

I jumped when my mistress spoke and I wondered what was going to happen next. Even though my mind wanted everything to stop, my cunt had become moist again. I could only listen to my pussy and everything else in my mind was blocked out.

As soon as I got out of the tub and dried off, I was met by my owner who grabbed me by my arm and pulled me toward the living room.

I gasped when I saw my dining room table in the middle of the living room. Attached to each leg was rope and I dreaded being tied up again, especially after last night.

He took me to the table and said, “OK, slut, up you go. On your back. Legs spread. Move it!”

I hesitated, sensing that something terrible was going to happen, but my hesitation was short lived. With one hand, my owner grabbed the golden lock which hung from my ear, pulling my head down, and with the other slapped me harshly on my naked ass three times. “Slut! I said! On the table! Now! Do it!”

Having no choice, I got on the table, and lay down. My eyes were filling up with tears and I didn’t want anything else to happen. As soon as I was on my back, my owner and Judy grabbed my arms and secured them to the table legs. Then, moving down to my legs, they spread them apart and tied them to the table legs as well.

As I lay there dying, spreadeagled on my own table, in my own living room, the wood was cold on my naked skin, I felt so open. My pussy was in plain view for all to see. “I hate it.” My mind said. But my pussy continue to tingle. I sobbed and begged. “Please, don’t do any more evil things to me. I have done everything you wanted. Please let me go.”

My tormentors laughed and then my owner said, “No. You have not done everything I wanted. I told you that your cunt was now mine and no one else was to have it. But two times you fucked up and screwed someone else. So tonight we’ll fix it so you won’t fuck anyone again without my permission.

The door bell ran just then and Judy said, “I will get it.”

I was left alone on the table while Judy and my owner both went to the door. I heard them talking:

“Come in. Stephanie. Glad you could make it. Would you like a drink?”

“Sure, I’d love to. Where is the subject and what do you need me to do with her?”

“Oh, she is in the living room. Hopefully she is just the way you need her. We will explain what we want.”

They walked into the living room and Stephanie saw me spread out on the table. I was also able to see her–a petite Asian woman with long black hair, and pale white skin just like me; her face was ovid and her eyes were small–and I watched in silence and dismay as she burst out in laughter at the sight before her.

“Haha! Well! Oh mine. Haha! This is a first. No one has ever given me such a willing subject before! Haha! So, what is it you need?”

“Can we tell you in a minute? There is something else we want her to do first.”

“Sure, but you know my time here has to be paid for.”

“Oh, you’ll be paid well and even get something added to it.”

“Haha! Okay, what comes first?”

“You cum first. Stephanie, We would like you to sit on this little slut’s face and have her eat you.”

“You know I’m not into girls, but if the price is right, haha, I will allow her to eat me. But don’t expect anything like that from me. I don’t eat pussy.”

“No, we don’t expect that. If Judy wants her pussy licked, the slut will do it. We just want her to eat you. She doesn’t enjoy eating cunt, so that’s why we want ti. Besides, you let men eat you, right? It isn’t any different.”

“Well, haha, OK!”

Still laughing, Stephanie reached under her skirt and took her panties off. Judy took them over and pushed them into my mouth to “Just give her a little taste of what’s to come next.”

Stephanie got up on the table and stood right over my face. I looked up and saw her pussy. It was neatly trimmed, just like mine used to be, before I had laser hair removal. I didn’t want any of this, but I had no other choice.

She started to squat down on my face and just before she had her pussy there, she reached down and pulled the panties from my mouth, like I was her personal toilet. She sat down, smothering me with her open slit.

She slid back and forth on my mouth and tongue, and I put my tongue first into her hole and then on her clit and then back on her hole. I was in heaven and never knew that it would be so great being with another woman. Now I thought about all the other women I knew and wondered if they wanted me to suck their pussies too. I have always enjoyed sucking cock, especially big white cocks, but never realized that I might be bisexual. I could tell she was getting close and she rode me even more. She ground her cunt down on my face and forced me to suck in order to get air to breathe. The closer she got, the harder she rode and suddenly, she stiffened up and drove her cunt down hard, suffocating me.

“Haha! God that was great. I wouldn’t mind more of that!”

“Stephanie, you can have her whenever you wish. Just let me know when.”

Judy grabbed Stephanie’s panties and wiped up the woman’s cunt juice with them. Once they were soaked with her cunt juice, she wadded them up into a ball and shoved them into my mouth. “Don’t want her to forget your taste and we don’t want her screaming either.”

“Now that you are well satisfied, Stephanie. And Judy, you are well entertained. Let me tell you what we want.”

“Sure, Haha. I can’t wait to find out.”

“Well, you see, my asian slut here fucked two guys without permission and now I want to lock up her cunt so it won’t happen again. We figured that if you put rings in her pussy lips, two on each pussy lip, one pair toward the top the other near the bottom, I can put padlocks on her pussy so she can’t use it.”

I was stunned to hear this. I tried to protest, but the gag muffled all the meaningful sounds.

Stephanie thought for a moment and then said, “That may work, but three set would be better. Then she can be completely closed up and no one can get into her.”

“No, I think two set will be enough. Put one set about one-third the way down from the top and the other about one-third the way up from the bottom. Make sure she has the same two holes in each lip.”

“OK, but if it isn’t enough, I’ll do the third hole free.”

“Very good. Now let’s begin.”

Stephanie had all of her tools with her and laid them out on the table between my spread, open legs. Then she pulled her panties out of my mouth and wiped the juice and wetness from my cunt. Of course, they went back into my mouth as soon as she was done.

I tried to beg for mercy while the panties were out, “No, please. Sir, please don’t do that. I don’t want holes in my cunt. Please. I’ll do whatever you say, but please not that.”

Then the panties were back into my mouth. I couldn’t talk anymore and my owner merely laughed.

“Sorry, cunt, but you disobeyed me and I won’t have that.”

I was crying, tears running from eyes like rivulets, knowing how much it was going to hurt and that I would always be at my owner’s mercy.

Meanwhile, Stephanie started measuring the length of my cunt, taking a small marker to put a dot on each lip where she would put the holes. Satisfied that they were all even, she took an alcohol wipe and rubbed my swollen pussy lips, making sure they were clean.

The alcohol burned my lips and I was in agony, but soon it went away when the alcohol dried. I watched Stephanie as best as I could, even though I couldn’t see the area she was working. Stephanie picked up her puncturing tool and held it up as if she were inspecting it, but really she just wanted me to see it. She was enjoying this, I suspect.

Then I felt her fingers on my pussy. I tensed up, knowing what was coming, but I couldn’t get away. She pulled out a pair of gripping tweezers and attached them to my puffy lips on the right side. I mumbled “MMMMMM” as my lips were pulled out and stretched. The next thing I felt was the cold puncturing tool being placed on my stretched lip. Then it happened. She squeezed and even though I could not feel the hole being made, but I knew my skin was being punctured. I tried to scream but only muffled sound came out of my mouth as the first ring was installed. Stephanie was working quickly and it wasn’t long before the second hole was made in my tender pussy and now I had two rings attached to one side. I was sore from the abuse my cunt had taken over the past few days and now it was suffering more. I didn’t want anything near my pussy now, but she continued to work on my cunt. Finishing the right side, she moved to the left side and did the same. When she finished, I had four little golden rings danging from my cunt. She stood back to admire her work and Judy came over to get a closer look.

“Look Ron, we now have a place to attach all kinds of things to her. We can lock her up, but we can also put her on a leash or even put some weights on her.”

My owner laughed as he saw Judy playing with the rings. She pulled on them and twisted them. They were both enjoying the torment they were giving me.

“OK, Judy, time to lock up my little cunt. She’ll never fuck anyone again without permission.”

Judy went to the other room and got the locks that I had picked out in the mall the other day. She showed each of them to me, asking, “Do you like this on or maybe this one?”

I took my head and cried. They were serious about locking up my pussy. I now wished I hadn’t fucked Allen. “What am I going to tell him when we go to lunch again?” I thought to myself.

My owner picked out one stainless steel padlock with solid brass and showed it to me, “Now cunt, you are mine and only mine. Once I put this on you, you will never take a cock in my cunt again, will you?”

Then he reached down between my legs and played with the rings. “Judy, do you think one lock will do? We can put two locks through the two on top and the two on bottom.”

“I think we can put just one through all four rings and she’ll have the lock right in the middle of her hole. I think that will look cute.”

Then he started feeding the loop of the lock through the rings. I felt it going through the rings, knowing I would never be free again.

I dreaded the fact that my cunt would now be locked and the only one that could free me would be my owner, unless I went to someone to get it cut off, but that meant more humiliation for me, exposing my pussy to a stranger and having to explain to them how my cunt got locked up. I knew that once it CLICKED and shut, I would never be free.

My thoughts were interrupted by my owner when he said, “Okay, my little slut. It’s now time to lock you up. I want you to repeat after me.”

I mumbled something that he didn’t understand, so he removed the panties from my mouth and asked, “Do you understand.”

“Yyyyeesssss, Sir,”

“Good, now this is what you’ll say,” he ordered. “I am a slut, owned by my White Master, and to prove it, my cunt is locked and only my White Master can open it.”

I tried to say it just like him, but the words wouldn’t come out, so he said, “OK, let’s try it again.”

As he said the words again slowly, I repeated after him. He was laughing by the time he finished and just as I had said the last phrase, a very loud “CLICK” could be heard by the three people with me. I heard it and broke out in tears, knowing I would never be free again.

PART 17 continued

“Hurry up and tell him why your cunt is locked up!”

“Bbbbbeeecccaauuse I fucked you!”

“I don’t understand. Why would you have your pussy locked up like that just because we fucked?”

“Tell him, slut!”

“I was told not to fuck anyone without permission, but i was so horny, I fucked you. Now, he has my cunt locked up and won’t release me unless he wants to.”

“You see, Allen, she is my slut whore and will do what I say. But she disobeyed when she allowed you to fuck her. Now, she is locked up so no one can use that juicy Asian cunt except me.”

“Oh,” was all Allen could say.

“Don’t worry about your little girlfriend. She’s in good hands.”

Allen almost ran away, not knowing what was happening, but didn’t really want any part of it.

“Allen!” I cried out in desperation. Without even turning his head, he disappeared. My gut wrenched and I swore to never love again.

In addition to Allen, my master made me show off my locked cunt to several more people, most of whom were strangers, including a cashier at a fast food restaurant, two homeless men, and a group of young hipsters. And every time I had to explain to them why my pussy was locked. I told each of them in exactly those words: “My cunt is locked up because I disobeyed my master. It is his cunt and I fucked someone else, so he locked it up.” Sometimes the man would turn in disgust and walk away. Sometimes they would laugh. And sometimes they would ask to fuck me in the ass, while my pussy ached for release, and my master never allowed me to refuse any sexual advance from any white man. I was made into a cheap Asian whore, just as nature intended. I had lost count of the number of cocks I have sucked or that have been put in my ass, and I had lost count of the amount of cum I’ve swallowed. My life is filled with sadness, suffering and torment and I feel alive once again.

Author: jennifer suzuki

I have been a very confused—some might say very conflicted—girl ever since I can remember and I have always lived in a fantasy world of my own making. I was born in Japan, my mother is Chinese and my father is Japanese, and my father's mother or my grandmother was German Dutch, and I came to the United States as a teenager and lived and went to school in Maryland, and worked in New York. I lived in fantasy worlds since I was a teenager and I have always done so, sometimes so deep in my own fantasy I forgot my own identity. I no longer knew who I am. Physically I look more European than asian. My father is of mixed heritage—he has white blond hair, but he also has some distinctly Japanese features. On the other hand my features mostly resembled my grandmother, who was a full blooded European woman. Which was not something that really bothered me. Actually most modern Japanese look very European compared to the rest of asians. My father was a sadist, and my mother, on the other hand, was, in my opinion, a masochist with no self respect. Growing up, seeing my father beating my mother was almost as frequent as having dinner, and when not beating her, she was constantly being humiliated and degraded, like having to serve dinner to him naked on her knees or being tied to an utility pole only in her panties during the winter. At first I believed my mother was a victim, a unfortunate human being in the hands of a cruel evil man, but as I grew older I realized that it was my mother who enjoyed being treated this way. The initial realization made me feel she was a disgusting, perverted, sick person, but as I grew older I began to have the almost identical sexual fantasies that my mother lived and experienced through. I began to think that my mother was the luckiest woman on earth since apparently she had found a man who understood her desires and could give them to her. My dad studied and worked in America before, and during that period he desperately wanted to marry a white woman, and vehemently pursued several white women, but was unsuccessful. At the same time Japanese women were unwilling to marry him. Maybe because just like him they were looking to marry into the white race, or maybe because he had sadistic tendencies. Out of options he settled to look for a Chinese woman. Statistically, marriages between Chinese women and Japanese men have been quite common, and I personally knew quite a few couples just like my mother and father. Even here in America I knew several Chinese women who had Japanese boyfriends and those women were actually quite proud of having superior Japanese men as boyfriends. Japanese in general look much more European compared to other asians and I suspect it was the putative European appearance that attracts other asian women. Of course Japanese are not Europeans, no matter how much we try to become European, just as Jews will never be fully accepted as White Christians. I think Jews and Japanese have a lot in common. We were both persecuted by Europeans, the Jews by Germans, and Japanese by Americans, yet we both come to love our white Masters. Jews weren't officially considered white until very recently, and I think as time progresses eventually Japanese will be categorized as white in the future, though Jews and Japanese will always know that they are still inferior to their Nordic Masters. But as always the Jews will be Masters over the Arabs and the Japanese will be Masters over the rest of Asia. There is no other meaning to life, other than the degree of domination. I had an older sister who looked fully asian, as opposed to me who looked much more European. And ever since childhood I have always known for a fact that I was treated better by everyone else because of my distinctly European appearance. In school classmates would be hesitant to tease me because they always thought my father might be an American or an European man even though they knew my mother was Chinese but somehow they still were afraid of me solely because of my European appearance. The thing was that in Japanese naming system, my mother's last name automatically gets attached to mine, so for example, my name in Japanese would actually be "Suzuki Liu Jennifer", because my mother's maiden name is Liu; this way everyone would instantly know my mother is Chinese. On the other hand my sister was bullied almost everyday by upper classmates because she looked very Chinese. They made fun of her hair and clothes and told her that she looked like a Chinese pig and I had seen boys pulling down her pants and laughing at her for having a "Chinese vagina". I was a very young girl back then and I felt ashamed of having her as a sister so in school I didn't talk to her at all. When I was 12 years old, she committed suicide by hanging herself in her closet. I know this because I was the one who discovered her body. My parents would have never told me about her death if I did not saw her dead body by myself. And ever since her death a dark cloud formed over my head and throughout my teenager years I was constantly harrowed by thoughts of suicide. It was not until I was much older that I learned suicide is infectious and that had been why I was constantly thinking about suicide. The realization made me try not to think too much about death, but no matter how much I try I can never get her image out of my head. Sometimes I feel she still haunts me because I didn't talk to her in school. My parents divorced when I was 14 and I went to live with my mom in China for two years. Contrary to popular beliefs, I had never experienced any form of racism or discrimination against me when I was living in China. Most people assumed that I was an European girl and the aura of being European seemed to make me inapproachable, like the shield of Athena covering me from head to toe. Even when I was in school, when classmates would know my father was Japanese because of my last name, I had never really felt any discrimination, though I did feel they were kind of afraid of me. I had never realized how much being White meant until I was in America: the symbol of power, domination, and superiority that being White implies. Being White is being the entelechy of all that is beautiful, good and righteous. Which is strange because my nationality still is, in actuality, Japanese and as I grew older I started to look more asian. My hair has gotten completely dark and my looks started to resemble my mother's. I used to have very light-colored hair, but I just felt fortunate that I do not look fully asian like my sister was. When I saw this image [of a naked asian woman kneeling next to a black furred dog] in a Japanese SM magazine a few days ago, all of a sudden I remembered seeing my mother in a similar position when I was maybe just 5 or 6 years old. It was not a pleasant experience; it was an extremely scary and traumatic experience, and growing up I heard constant moaning and muffled screams coming from my parents' bedroom. Every evening was a nightmare to fall asleep. But knowing that many asian women were treated the same way as my mother had been treated somehow made me feel better about my own family. At least my parents were not as weird as they seemed, and while growing up I had gradually come to realize that many asian girls have the same masochistic tendencies as I do, but many were just very shy and wouldn't admit their secrets. So it seems there are many masochistic asian women out there who thrives on been humiliated and degraded just like the girl in this image; I don't know why but this image made me feel kind of normal. I have lived in the States for nearly ten years now and I have not talked to my parents, who had divorced, for several years, especially to my mother whom I had some very severe arguments with over the years, especially when she remarried after she went back to China. I was more fond of my father though I haven't really talked to him that much either because he too had remarried. Despite all the mean things I had said about my dad, he was always very gentle with me and never beat me. He beat my sister and my mother but never me and I suspect he was much more gentle with me because of my more European looks. I felt their divorce was a punishment for me, as if they had abandoned me and I never felt comfortable with either of them or their new spouses, whether it be in China or in Japan. My mother's new husband was a very cruel and domineering white man living in China and he never treated me with the same special treatment I received from my dad. And I remember one time when I went out with him people on the street mistook me for his wife and I felt so disgusted I never wanted to go out with him again and then he would yell at me and yell at my mom. I am glad to have gotten out of there. And my dad ... well let's just say I couldn't bear to coexist with his new wife either. The last time we talked was already 3 years ago. This image had brought back so many long forgotten yearnings. I miss my sister and my parents. The memory of my sister and my parents started to fade away, like wavering forms they passed before my clouded sight; their images have become a blur rise about me out of mist and cloud; their faces, and their figures have become shades of phantoms; I wanted to hold you close to me in that blessed fleeting moment when you reappeared to me in my dreams. If only I possessed the strength to draw you near. I wanted to forever remember you—you bear the images of happy days; your airy smiles still stir youthful tremors in my breast—but my memory faltered. It would have been simpler if I were already dead. I would never be seized again by those long forgotten yearnings. I shuddered at those thoughts; and a tear draws other tears. Crying is my only form of release; through crying I am channeled to the solemn and silent world of spirits; crying is my whispered prayer that lingers in a vagrant tone. I have no one to talk to. I live in solitary confinement. I have been driven to madness even though physically I stay put. My life—full of dolor, pain and suffering. Sometimes I wish I could end it. The only reason I continue to live is for otherwise I lack the courage to carry out that final act, to take me beyond and step into the unknown. It is so much better to have been never born at all, or at least to die an immediate death. How sweet and wonderful death would be. My dear Aya, I am so very sorry! A vast space of nothingness in the empty universe fills my heart. Everyday of my life I live in terror because of you. A family dog Growing up, I always felt lonely. My family dog was my only companion. He was a slightly larger than a medium sized dog, with grey and dark fur, and a nozzle that resembled a wolf. He was so cute, so adorable, and he was my only friend. I often played with him in my desperate attempts to communicate with another living being, like Madame Bovary sitting by her fire place in a melancholic longing for escape. I want out!, out of this nonchalant prison of thoughts, out of this cruel alienated society, out of these mind forged manacles whose clanking I hear like looming madness; the marks of domestication on their faces, marks of psychological slavery, marks of intellectual death; they are mere automatons, inanimate objects, so lifeless like straw men, hollow men, stuffed men. I can't bare to look at those miserable beings' faces. In a domesticated dog I see more humanity than the entire humanity. If only my family dog can take me away! And I will elope with him to a happy place, where there is no more sorrow, no more dread, no more cold metallic prison walls of the mind. My family dog was my only friend, and he was my only confidante. To him I entrusted all my deepest secrets. Sometimes I wished I was a dog: no more worries, no more sadness, no more consciousness, no more thoughts, just the need to satisfy my most basic instincts, lying by my owner's feet, worshiping him and completely dependent on him. Sometimes I wish I could have another dog just like the family dog I used to have in Japan. And he will be my husband. I will belong to him. I will be his bitch. I will obey him, crawl under his belly, gently caress his furs with my soft hands, and please him like I would please my husband. And he will be my beast and I will be his beauty. Albeit he will be a gentle beast, always so obedient to me, and yet always so much more aggressive, and animalistic; he will protect me from harm, with his sharp fangs and naturally endowed muscles for chasing down his prey; and yet he will honor me and obey me like a lover would. He will never be jealous, never be angry, as long as he is fed and watered. He will be my best friend.

One thought on ““My cunt is locked up because I disobeyed my master.””

  1. Is there a way to get the 180 days of slavery in the proper order for reading? I think I’ve read some of it, but it’s hard to figure out in reverse order.

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