Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2011 23:12:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Vincent Vincent <not_your_typical_master@yahoo.com>
Subject: Penance - Chapter 7

First, the basics:

This is a work of fiction.  Those who are underage or for any other reason
should not be reading sexually explicit material, close this window.
Copyright 2011.  Any praise, criticism, or comments are to be sent to me:
Not_your_Typical_Master@yahoo.com

Enjoy!

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February 1st

It has been six months since this punishment began.  The day started with
the realization that all this torment is only the half-way point and it all
has to be endured once again before there is even the chance of release.
That thought brought tears to YOUR fuckface's eyes.  It was realized that
any normal person would have cried "Enough!" and moved on with the rest of
their life.

That option isn't possible with YOUR whore.  That life would be even more
unendurable than this.  To never see YOUR smile, to never smell YOUR sweat
or taste YOUR piss, to never hear YOUR voice, to never touch YOUR flesh
... that is a hell that must be avoided at all costs.

When YOU came home from work this evening, YOU smiled as YOUR dinner was
laid out in front of YOU.  YOUR cook, kneeling silently at YOUR side,
looked up as YOU spoke ... a rare occasion since YOU usually eat (and do
most everything else) without ever speaking or acknowledging YOUR servant
in any way.

"I've decided to allow that tongue and those lips to worship My body."
YOUR cunt's face erupted into a huge smile.  "But only one part of My body.
There and nowhere else."

A long pause as YOU chewed and swallowed.  YOU were in no rush.  YOU sliced
off another piece of steak and slowly devoured it, just as YOU devoured
YOUR bitch's soul with anticipation.

"The big toe of My left foot.  Whenever I allow or demand any licking or
kissing, that's where it will be.  Nowhere else."

Oh, God.  YOUR faggot never had a foot fetish.  That, clearly, was about to
change.

Because there was full understanding of YOUR intelligence, YOUR cruel mind
at work.  Soon the big toe on YOUR left foot would be worshipped, loved,
adored, dreamt about, and become the focus of YOUR bitch's pleasure.  It
would only be a matter of time before every other man's left big toe would
be looked at and thought about in comparison.

"Get to work."

With that command, YOUR toe-worshipping faggot crawled underneath the table
and made love to the big toe of YOUR left foot while YOU slowly consumed
YOUR dinner.  Adoring licks to the sides.  Deep mouth-filling sucking.  A
gentle cleansing as YOUR minion's tongue crept under YOUR toenail.  The
taste of YOUR sweat, of the dirt and filth that had gotten on YOUR toe
during the day, were now becoming a new aphrodisiac for YOUR pervert.  Soon
YOUR lowlife was moaning with the joy of becoming YOUR toe washer, the
locked fagdick oozing with hunger and desire.

Thank YOU for allowing the taste of any of YOUR skin.  YOU make the
unbearable become the most perverse of pleasures.

Please allow YOUR underling to worship YOU in whatever way YOU please.




February 18th

As YOU have instructed YOUR whore to find men to offer their holes for YOUR
pleasure and amusement, YOU have begun to develop an inventory of regulars,
guys whom YOU wish to use regularly.  YOU have told each of these fuck- and
suckholes that YOUR whore is to be used should they desire to empty their
balls or their bladders.  It has gotten to the point that it's an even
trade: either go through the humiliation of explaining to some newbie what
YOUR servant's purpose is, and why servicing YOU is not possible, or the
humiliation of being used by one of the holes that are so desperately
envied for their own pleasure while YOU look on and smirk.  Each day YOUR
minion becomes less and less a person and more and more subhuman.  Each day
adds a new level of insignificance.  YOUR slave-wanna-be seems to be ever
so slowly being erased.  And there is nothing but gratitude for YOU for
this honor.

The less there is of YOUR puppet, the more there is of YOU.  This feeling
of being grafted, being assimilated, being enveloped by all that is YOU is
not only overpowering, but also exhilarating.  It feels so good, it feels
so incredibly -right-.  This is satisfying a need that was never explored
or understood: the need to become a part of another.  Not just used or
owned, but truly -possessed-, both in the regular and religious sense of
the word.  Every thought, every movement, every breath is taken with YOU in
mind.  Being completely devoted to YOUR satisfaction in every way possible.
All to help satiate this all-consuming addiction to YOU.  It's not even
enslavement any more ... no, this is true possession.

So, last night, YOUR shithead was kneeling bedside listening as YOU fucked
the face of one of YOUR regulars.  His name is unknown; there's no need for
names or identities here.  While YOU were bruising his lips with YOUR iron
prick, YOU instructed YOUR faggot to worship his cock.  It was horrible.
The guy is certainly attractive (it was the redhead), but over these
months, the only body there is any desire to service is YOURS; any other
only makes that hunger more intense.  With any other man, it's just a
matter of going through the motions; true satisfaction can only be found
with YOU.  And there YOU were, using another guy's holes for YOUR pleasure
and ordering YOUR slavebitch to give him pleasure instead of YOU.

There was only one option, of course.  Obey.  And so YOUR faggot sucked,
pleasuring him, feeling his cock get increasingly harder and thicker.  The
unsaid goal was to time his orgasm at the same time as YOURS, so the
sensation would be of swallowing YOUR seed.

After having heard YOU fuck so many holes, it wasn't difficult to determine
just how close YOU were at any moment, so the timing was excellent.  As YOU
moaned YOUR pleasure, his seed started flowing down YOUR bitch's throat.
But the swallowing and spiritual nourishment of his seed was empty.  There
is just no way to substitute for YOUR cum.  YOU have proven that
unfaithfulness to YOU is impossible -- there's no joy in it for something
that is so completely YOURS.

This evening, another one of YOUR regulars is coming over to offer his
fuckhole to YOU.  YOU have instructed that from now on, any fuckhole YOU
use is to be lubed only with YOUR asswipe's mouth and tongue.  And the hole
better be well-lubed, because the only chance there is of ingesting YOUR
cum is to beg that fuckhole to sit on YOUR asswipe's face after YOU have
spewed up his hole.  If he felt the lubrication wasn't sufficient, he's not
likely to allow the pleasure he knows YOUR addict craves so profoundly.

So tonight YOUR asswipe's tongue will be deep inside this guy's hole,
slurping shamelessly while trying to slide spit all around his fuckhole so
that he will enjoy YOUR rape.  After YOU have finished, he will be begged
for the honor of cleansing his fuckhole so that YOUR nourishing scum can be
sucked and devoured by the most shameless buttsucker the world has ever
known.  YOUR desperate buttsucker.  YOUR hungry puppet.  YOUR addicted
servant.  YOUR subservient minion.

YOURS.




February 19th

YOUR cum was begged for last night, as YOU had allowed.  As YOU had
commanded.  (The two are one and the same.)

As preparation for YOUR rape, YOUR minion carefully tongue-lubed YOUR
fuckhole for the night.  The intent was to make it as wet and slick as
possible so YOUR rock-hard dick would cause him minimal pain.  The process
took about 10 minutes.  There was great relief in knowing that he cleaned
out thoroughly first.

As YOU gave him YOUR initial thrust, there was relief in hearing just a
little pain in his moan, more than compensated for by the rising lust and
pleasure he was obviously taking in YOUR assault of his butt.  By the time
YOU shot YOUR load, the spit had been replaced by YOUR precum, lubing his
hole even more thoroughly.  During YOUR cock-punching off his hole, the
only thought in YOUR idiot's mind was how the combination of YOUR precum
and YOUR seed would make that hole so incredibly delicious and well worth
begging and pleading for.

When YOU finally spewed YOUR load inside him, YOUR lowlife crept between
YOU and YOUR fuckhole.  YOU have been clear that YOU prefer YOUR fagslaves
to be quiet, so there was only one way thought of to beg.

Fold the hands and pray.  Pray to YOU and YOUR fuckhole, begging for the
chance to suck some of YOUR seed from his cunt.  Head down, hands folded
together, a soft whimper ... all met with a denigrating chuckle by YOU as
YOU explained to YOUR fuckhole what was being begged for.

Apparently he felt generous from the time spent lubing his hole for YOU,
but for whatever reason, he allowed his hole to be sucked.

Lips against lips ... hands gently holding his cheeks apart, french-kissing
him .... But it was his ass lips, his butt cheeks, and french-kissing his
fuckhole.  As humiliating as can be.  Just the way YOU enjoy seeing YOUR
cum-addict.

And upon the first taste of YOUR juice, YOUR stupid shithead's selfish
slaveprick got as hard as could be possible inside the iron mesh cage.  If
release from that perpetual prison had been allowed, there would have been
a spontaneous orgasm, just from the taste of YOUR sperm.  YOUR fuckhole was
worshipped for over a half-hour in an attempt to get every last speck of
YOUR cum.  As a result of YOUR battering, YOUR fuckhole was a bit more ripe
than when first arrived and lubed, but nothing awful.

Thank YOU for an undeserved means to taste and be nourished from YOUR seed.
Seed that is so desperately needed.