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Brandi had encouraged her Master to be as open as possible with her, so she could please him. But she feared that some part of him didn't see him as a worthless fucktoy just yet, so he might not have been honest. If she could find any missing fantasies, she could anticipate his needs and meet them.
As expected, most favorites were variations of hardcore throatfucking. She opened several of them at once and watched them intently, looking for common denominators that might clue her in to what he liked so much about them. Then she could replicate it for him.
These were the whores that had satisfied him for so long. Now, Brandi needed to be the whore that could satisfy him completely. It was her purpose.
Brandi's phone buzzed. It was a text from her Master: "Bitch. Cheerleader outfit. No underwear. Home in twenty minutes."
Brandi squealed in delight and quickly closed out of the web browsers. She hurried and changed back into the cheerleader costume. It was a short red skirt and tight-top with a low cut, which her tits seemed to spring out of on their own. True to her Master's instructions, she wore no underwear beneath any of it. Brandi also added a little glitter, to lean into the roleplay.
Then she knelt a few feet in front of the front door and waited.
When he entered, his eyes fell on her with something like hunger—like a desperate need. His eyes leered over her tits, springing out from the slinky cheerleader uniform.
"Welcome home master," Brandi said, doing her very best to sound submissive. "May I please you?" She then opened her mouth to make her meaning very clear.
"Yes," her master grinned devilishly. "But not like that." He reached down and wrapped a hand around her throat. He pulled her to her feet and started toward the bedroom. Brandi let out a brief yelp of surprise and did her best to keep her feet moving beneath her. He threw her on the bed.
"I have been nice to women for too long," her Master said. "Now, it's my turn to treat you like trash."
"Yes, master," Brandi sneered at him, leaning into the role he wanted her to play. "Punish me like the dumb fucking slut that I am. Fuck me hard."
His pants were off and Brandi's demand was met. Brandi remembered sleeping with him when they were dating. He was tender and gentle and she had thought he was boring. Not now. He was rough and he took her like the property she was. His hand found its way back to her neck and Brandi saw the same aggressive grin on his face. It meant she was doing a good job.
"I'm such a dumb slut. Fuck your dumb slut." Brandi chanted as he pounded her pussy. She knew that her master had asked her to dress this way and was treating her this way for a reason. In this moment, she was more than just an ex-girlfriend that he had claimed. She was every hot girl in high school who had turned him down. She was the cheerleaders that he could never have. It his adolescent fantasies fulfilled.
Brandi leaned her head back and in a yearning yell of pleasure, she bellowed, "Oh my god, fuck me like a slut on prom night."
And he came. It was sudden and almost defensive against his own aggressive. He grunted and the grip on her throat tightened as he finished his final thrusts.
Then her master pulled out and let go of her. He collapsed on the bed next to Brandi.
She leaned on him and planted small kisses down his body, until her mouth ended up at the Glorious Cock once more. She liked him clean, tasting her own juices. It was only then that she realized that she hadn't come herself. She hadn't even thought about it. It wasn't important. It still wasn't. He was rapidly growing flaccid, but she licked him nonetheless. He might be satisfied, but she was still his slut.
She gave him a blowjob later that night, but other than that he was fairly well sated. Brandi felt a mix of accomplishment and disappointment. He was satisfied and that was her job, but as a dumb whore she knew that she could used up a lot more. She told herself to save that energy for him later.
Eventually, he decided he was going to play some video games. He left her in the bedroom and went down to the living room, where he turned on his console and started up a game. Brandi changed from the cheerleader outfit into a lacey negligee and eventually followed down.
She sat on the floor next to the couch and asked if he would like her to blow him while he played.
"No, I'm good," he said, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"Ok," Brandi said and sat silently.
After a moment, he looked down at her and said, "Go away for now."
"Yes sir," Brandi said and immediately exited the room. She went to work on chores again, dusting and wiping down windows as quietly as she could. She, of course, didn't change out of the sexy negligee, just in case he wanted something later.
After an hour or two, he wandered into the bathroom she was cleaning. He looked awkward and flustered.
"Listen," her Master said. "I'm... I'm sorry for dismissing you like that. I just..." He was fumbling for words.
"Master," Brandi said, kneeling immediately. "You do not need to apologize to me. Ever. I am here at your pleasure and I am at your disposal. My only thoughts are of your pleasure. You do not need to ever think about my feelings or how you treat me. Mistreat me, I beg you, if it makes you hot. Send me away if you don't want me, summon me back for degrading sex whenever you do. This is my purpose. I am here for you and you deserve every bit of it. Please don't think of me as your girlfriend. Think of me as your real-life porno."
He nodded and looked down at her body. "Don't wear the negligee," he said. "Bra and panties, sure. But never cover your midriff in my presence."
"Yes master," Brandi nodded. "May I please go change to please you?"
He nodded and Brandi scurried upstairs to change into something that would please her master.
He fucked her again before bed and then instructed her to blow him awake in the morning. She did.
Brandi's next week passed much the same. She would wake up her Master with a blowjob. After swallowing his load, she would ask if he wanted her to drop by work, which he declined. Then she would spend the day cleaning the house, shopping for slutty underwear to please her Master, and sending him nude and semi-nude pictures to get him hard through the day. When he got home, he would fuck her, sometimes in the throat, sometimes in the pussy, one time in the ass (he explained that he had always been curious, but he deemed that it was overrated). Then he would dismiss her and she would return to serving him by serving his house. Most nights, he would summon her again later in the night for another fucking.
Brandi spent a lot of time on his porn accounts, crawling through his search history to learn as much as she could. She watched every video in his favorites several times. As she watched whores get pounded, Brandi wondered where her Master's eyes were. Were they watching the man's dick in her pussy or mouth? Or were they fixated on the whore's tits? When did he get off in the video? What exact moment had pushed her Master to the point of explosive pleasure? Could Brandi replicate that moment for him? Could she truly become his pornstar in every demeaning way that he wanted? Brandi hoped so.
She also took to taking care of herself better. Her big tits and tendency to go down on men had meant that she could get away with overeating periodically, but not anymore. Brandi kept to a strict diet, eliminating the little bit of stomach that she had. Brandi took note of the porn videos and the common characteristics the women shared. Her Master didn't seem to like too athletic, but also not too thin. Brandi often spent hours looking herself over naked in the mirror, making mental notes about which areas to work more and which to ease back on. She had to become the perfect slut for her Master. She could think of nothing except his pleasure.
When her Master came home, Brandi learned that he could be in one of a few moods, sexually.
Some nights were like the first time he came home: He wanted to punish fuck her. He had made her his whore so he could reap justice on the bitches who did him wrong, and that's what he intended to do. He would slap her tits, fuck her in multiple different holes, choke her, hurl insults down at her, and generally treat her like shit. For a whore like Brandi, it was like Christmas. This was her purpose.
Other nights he was in a roleplay mood. Except for the cheerleader, this rarely crossed over with the punish fucking. He would take her while she was a cowgirl or schoolgirl or dressed as a superhero. Brandi played the part as best she could. Often times these were costumes that also appeared in his porn history, so Brandi had a persona slut to base her performance on. This was her Master living out his fantasies, and Brandi was only too happy to accommodate them all, as a good fucktoy should.
Still, there was the odd night when he was in a unique mood. He would actually hold her tenderly. There was no insults, slapping, or punishment. It was more like when they were together the first time. Her Master seemed to be reaching for some emotional connection. Brandi couldn't find any porn videos in his history to help her with this. She struggled, which made her worry that she wasn't satisfying him. It didn't help that these nights often didn't yield a second fucking, which made her worry that he wasn't happy with her. She would worry the whole next day about her performance. The next night, he was usually back in the mood for punish fucking though, so Brandi was usually settled back into knowing she was pleasing her Master.
After one punish fucking session (her Master's hand at the back of Brandi's head to keep his dick at the back of her throat, where it belonged), her Master looked back at her with some consideration as she licked his dick clean.
"You never cheated on me," he observed. "Before."
"No Master," Brandi said, immediately jumping into the assurance she often gave him, "but I was a stupid little bitch who deserved to be made into a fucktoy."
"No, no," her Master hopped in. "I know that. It's just.... You never cheated on me. But Anna did."
They parked the car down the street. Her Master had commanded Brandi to wear somewhat normal clothes, which felt hot and uncomfortable on her skin. It felt like some sort of grievous skin to be covering so much of her body while sitting next to her Master. Still, these were his commands.
"Ok," he said. "Only one car in the driveway. She should be home alone." He outstretched a hand to Brandi. In it were two pairs of what looked like cordless headphones. "Put these in your ears." Brandi obeyed and she saw that he was putting some in his own ears. He pulled from his pocket the small, cellphone-like device he had used when they first met.
Inside, Brandi felt the smallest sense of envy for Anna, whose house they were sitting outside of. She was about to undergo a beautiful transformation. She had no idea that her whole life was going to be different. She was about to discover the pure joy of sucking dick, dressing like a slut, and being a worthless fucktoy. Part of Brandi was envious that she was going to experience that all for the first time.
Her Master looked over at Brandi thoughtfully. "I'm going to be collecting a new slut today. Are you going to be jealous?"
"Not unless you want me to be, Master," Brandi said truthfully. "My only thoughts are of your pleasure. As far as I'm concerned, every bitch in the whole damned world should be kneeling in front of you begging for a proper throatfuck. But if you want to put your mind at ease, you could always put me back under..." she gestured to the device in his hand "...and command me to not be jealous." She thought a minute and added, "Or, if you prefer, command me to *be* jealous."
He looked down at the device in his hand.
"You know what this does?"
"Yes Master," Brandi nodded.
"And you don't mind me using it on you again?"
"Of course not," Brandi said. "If there is some way I am inferior to your perfect fantasy, I would hope that you would take whatever steps necessary to rewrite my personality to fit. I am nothing except a source for your pleasure. That's all I ever want to be. Whatever makes you pleased more, I want that above everything else in the world."
Her Master nodded thoughtfully. "Interesting." Then he smiled. "I did a pretty damned good job making this thing. Ok, let's go."
Brandi and her Master walked quickly up to the door of Anna's small house. Her Master rang the doorbell. After a moment, it opened and there Anna stood.
She was a shorter girl, with long brown hair. Her tits were smaller than Brandi's—and smaller than the pornstars that her Master normally got off watching—but she was pretty. She was wearing a halter top that Brandi immediately knew her Master would like.
Confusion filled Anna's eyes, but before she could speak Brandi's Master opened the device and Anna's eyes went blank.
"Move aside and let us in," her Master said and they stepped inside. "Close the door. Is there anyone else in the house?"
"No," Anna said dumbly.
"You will call him 'Sir' or 'Master'," Brandi said. Rage filled her mind that any woman would dare disrespect her Master so much. Brandi resisted the urge to smack the bitch—not because she didn't deserve it, but because her Master might want to do it instead. From Brandi's experience, her Master got very hard by physically dominating his fucktoys.
"Ok," Anna answered Brandi dumbly.
Brandi's Master looked amused at Brandi. Then he turned his attention back to Anna. "Anna, when we were dating, how many other guys did you sleep with?"
"I fucked two other men, sir," Anna said simply. "But I also gave blowjobs to two of my friends for their birthdays, sir." This apparently struck a memory for Brandi's Master, as he muttered, "Sons of bitches, I knew it."
Her Master reached forward and cupped Anna's breasts in his hands. Anna made no motion whatsoever, simply standing obediently.
He then reached around and cupped her ass for a moment. He delivered a firm slap against it. Brandi thought she actually saw it ripple from the impact. Suddenly, Brandi realized that this might be what her Master would get out of Anna. Brandi had a great pair of tits, but Anna's ass was better. Depending on what view he wanted, he could take either or both bitches.
"You have wronged me," Master said to Anna. "You are a worthless bitch. And you were a whore for a lot of guys, but now you're going to make it up to me by being my whore. You have no value outside of my pleasure. Your only thoughts are of my pleasure. I will fuck you, punish you, humiliate you, and break you. And you will love it all. And you will know that you deserve it and much more."
"Yes Master," Anna said. A tone of humility had crept into her voice. Brandi knew that her Master was going to have fun with his new bitch when he turned off that device.
A look of curiosity appeared on Master's face. He turned to Brandi and said, "What thoughts are in your mind right now?"
Brandi didn't even pause. She said, "I was thinking that you are going to have fun with this bitch. I was thinking that you might like her because of her ass. I was hoping you would enjoy fucking her ass more than my ass. And then I was thinking that it feels wrong to still be wearing this much clothing when nobody can see but you, but I didn't want to interrupt and ask if I could strip down, because you were in the middle of subduing this whore for your pleasure."
An explosive joy covered her Master's face. "I am pleased," he said. "You think only of my pleasure and in so many different ways."
"That's all I am," Brandi said earnestly.
"Yes, you may strip," Master said.
Brandi immediately tore at the clothes, stripping down to her lacey black underwear as Master turned attention back to Anna.
"One more thing," Master said to her. "In additional to obeying my every command, you will also obey Brandi's every command. She knows my pleasure well and will ensure that you please me. You will call her 'Mistress'." He smiled and added, "And you will know that even among my whores, you are the lowest."
"Yes Master," Anna said dumbly.
Master closed the device and, set free from a sort of 'programming mode', Anna immediately dropped to her knees.
"Master, would you like me to please you?" Anna said meekly.
"Yes, but... I think Brandi had a good idea."
Master stripped Anna down bare and then bent her over the couch. He slapped her ass a few times and then turned to Brandi. He beckoned her with a finger.
"Lay on the couch," Master commanded. Brandi laid on the couch, thinking how smart it was that even if he was going to fuck a whore in the ass he could still appreciate a different bitch's tits.
"Brandi has pleased me," Master told Anna. "You are going to reward her. Eat her out."
Brandi was alarmed. Did her Master just offer some pleasure? Was that pleasing to him? In all the fucking they had done, Brandi had never cum because it never seemed important. Her body was for him. There was no point of working towards and orgasm. That would be so selfish.
"Master, how can I please you with this?" Brandi asked, confused and bordering on distraught.
"Enjoy it," Master commanded.
With the order in mind, Brandi leaned back and became aware of her own pleasure for the first time in a long time. Anna's tongue went down to her pussy and went to work. Brandi had never been even bi-curious, but her Master had commanded her to enjoy this, so she did.
As Anna ate out Brandi, Master pulled down his own pants and entered Anna from behind. He pounded at her ass. Each motion rocked Anna back and forth just slightly, so that Anna's mouth got a rhythm up and down Brandi's clit.
Brandi saw that her Master had focused down on Brandi's tits. Brandi knew that just because she was enjoying, didn't mean that her responsibilities to her Master's pleasure were done. She put on an expression of hungry lust directed at her Master and began to fondle her own tits. She looked down towards his dick, still hammering the new slut's ass, and licked her lips.
Her Master repeatedly slapped the outside of Anna's ass as he fucked it, but most of his attention was focused on Brandi. Brandi thought that he probably enjoyed the fact that the bitch who had cheated on him was nothing more than a hole to fuck and a tongue to reward in this scenario. In own his words, she was the lowest of the whores.
Something odd began to happen as Brandi was enjoying. She was starting to feel a feeling that she hadn't in a long time. It was an approaching orgasm. Perhaps her body was so pent up or the urge to obey a command was so strong that she was actually going to be brought to orgasm by this bitch's tongue. At around the same time, her Master began to make his trademark grunting noises, indicating that he was approaching orgasm himself. Despite the continuous motion, Brandi fought against the urge to come, trying to time it.
Finally, just as her Master blew his load in Anna's ass, Brandi let herself and orgasmed. Together, they cried out in pleasure.
After pulling out, Master had Anna lick his dick clean. Then he brought Brandi in close for a deep, passionate kiss. He grabbed her tit with his left hand and her ass with his right, but there was genuine emotion in the kiss. Brandi was pleased that he was pleased.
Master's two sluts got dressed in street-worthy clothing. Anna was instructed to bring any sexy things she had with her and then they departed back to Master's home.
Master fucked his new whore a lot, but not in the same ways that he fucked Brandi. Anna was often handcuffed or gagged. She was instructed to always wear a leather collar around her neck, often with no other clothes. While facefucking was nothing new to Brandi, Master sometimes stuffed his dick down deep, plugged Anna's nose, and waited for up to twenty seconds before pulling it out. It was punishment, fueled by more anger than Brandi seemed to inspire.
