Trapped, Trained and Twisted Pt. 05

Another couple baths had passed and Master was keeping me plugged almost all the time now. My routine changed slightly in that I used to do my business in a bucket whenever required but now I was completely dependent on my Master to pull out my plug and give me permission to go, which on a few occasions led to some extreme discomfort. After a little bit of trial and error, Master figured out that the best way to deal with the inconvenience of my biology was to give me an enema on a regular basis which not only cleaned me out completely but put me on a more predictable schedule.

There was another benefit to keeping me clean and ready to go back there as well as I was about to find out. "It's been a while since I used that wet little whore hole of yours, hasn't it?" He asked me as he pushed the nozzle and corresponding tube up my rectum to begin my regular enema.

"Yes Master. Master hasn't used the Cunt's fuck tunnel since Master decorated the Cunt's flesh with rings."

"That's right my toy, I felt it was important to give your parts a chance to heal up. It may take a bit longer but you wouldn't want to deny pleasure to me, now would you?"

"Of course not Master. The Cunt exists for Master's pleasure."

Master finished filling my bowels with water until my belly was distended and I looked like I might be pregnant. He removed the tubing and replaced my anal plug. He liked to keep the water inside of me for a few minutes before removing my plug again and allowing me to expel the water and any waste. Master rubbed my tummy with one hand while the other mindlessly squeezed and kneaded my right tit, all the while the discomfort inside of me grew as did the painful cramps that accompanied it. After what seemed like a lifetime he finally pulled my plug and gave me permission to relieve myself before replacing my plug and taking care of the bucket.

He reentered the room and pointed at the floor at his feet. "Kneel position" he commanded. I shifted from my all fours position to kneel up with my tits thrust out and properly cupped. He pulled his pants and underwear down exposing his semi rigid cock to me and for what must have been the hundredth time, I demonstrated my love for it by placing my lips upon the head and gently kissing it before my slippery pink tongue licked it in earnest, coating it with my sweet saliva. It didn't take long before his cock was completely stiff. This time however, he would deny me the gift of his seed in my mouth.

"All fours position and turn your ass to me," he said as his hand lightly stroked the slick shaft of his cock. I rapidly moved into position, moving on hands and knees and turning my body to offer my solid little ass to him. He bent down and grasped the pink jeweled cap of my plug, twisting and turning it until it came out of my rear with a pop. My anus gaped open, ready to be used.

Despite the copious amounts of saliva that I had deposited on his cock, he nevertheless did me the kindness of squirting a glob of lube into my rectum as well as adding some to his already slick cock. He lined up the head with the wide open entrance to my puckered hole and slowly pushed in until his hips slammed against the firm flesh of my rear. I had expected anal sex to be a painful, terrible thing, yet what I felt with Master was barely even uncomfortable. As it happened, not only was my ass stretched out from the constant plugging, but the plug had much greater girth and about the same length as Master's cock. As such I found myself pushing back on Master as he fucked me in my ass, trying to force his cock deeper up my colon.

He must have only been fucking my ass for a couple of minutes when he bent forward and grabbed my dangling udders and squeezed hard. I heard the familiar grunts and groans as he squirted his seed into my anus, before letting go of my tits and sliding his cock out of my back hole. Master quickly shoved my plug into my gaping rear, ensuring that his cum would be sealed inside of me until he saw fit to release it. He was panting hard, his skin was red and glistening with a layer of sweat as he stumbled awkwardly to his feet. "You may thank your Master for using you," he said to me.

"Thank you Master for using the Cunt's ass for your pleasure," I quickly responded.

He pointed at his shoes and commanded "thank you position."

I slid forward, raising my ass and lowering my tits to thank my Master with my mouth and tongue by worshipping his shoes until he ordered me to stop. He patted my head, gently stroking the long dark strands of my hair and said "you're such a good girl. I'm very pleased with you and proud to own you."

My body glowed from his praise and the tingles of knowing that I had pleased my Master flowed through my willowy body. Before ascending the stairs once more, Master ordered me into kneel position and the rest of my time before Master brought my next meal was consumed by holding my pose while repeating my mantras with the occasional masturbation and edging session each time the video came on.

Chapter Eleven: Making a More Beautiful Cunt

Master continued to use my ass regularly while my pussy rings healed, each time sealing his cum inside of me with the large metal invader that stretched my puckered little anus until he was ready to clean me out. I'd had two periods since the piercings were installed and Master was satisfied that the healing process was now complete.

I was obediently positioned in the pee pose, my thighs spread wide as I held my squat. Master had installed thin black leather belts with small silver rings on my thighs and connected taut slender chains from each of my labia rings to the rings on the corresponding band, the result of which was that my tender pink nether lips were constantly stretched and my needy pussy was pulled completely agape whenever I spread my legs. As such, I no longer had to manually hold my cock sleeve open when I was in pee position leaving my hands free to twist and pull on my nipple rings instead per my Master's command.

Master had been staring at my body in this position for at least five minutes without saying a word. It was my hope as always that I was pleasing to him and that he was enjoying the view. "It's important for you to always look your best for me. You've been doing a good job with your bathing and keeping yourself tidy, but I was thinking that it's been a long time since you wore make-up. Would you like for me to get some for you?"

I nodded and replied "Yes Master, that would be very generous of you Master. The Cunt always wants to look pleasing to its Master."

He asked me about each item I needed in order to put myself together properly and diligently created a list. Mascara, eye shadow, lip gloss, nail polish, blush and more including the brand and shade. My mind was a little hazy trying to remember the details, but I did my best, feeling a little giddy that I might be able to put myself together properly for my Master's pleasure.

When he returned from the chemist sometime later and unpacked the bag filled with cosmetics, I felt like it was Christmas morning. It was the first real taste of normalcy that I had experienced since becoming the Cunt. As I gazed at the haul of beauty products, Master turned his attention to the whiteboard and added another rule for me to remember.

Rules for the Cunt

1. The Cunt will never speak unless spoken to.

2. The Cunt will obey every command from its Master without hesitation.

3. The Cunt will always display its body without modesty.

4. The Cunt will maintain its position until ordered otherwise by its Master.

5. The Cunt will always address its owner as Master and others as Sir or Ma'am.

6. The Cunt will always thank its Master.

7. The Cunt will speak completely to ensure understanding.

8. The Cunt is not a person, it is a thing that uses third person to refer to itself.

9. The Cunt will always be aroused and wet.

10. The Cunt will never orgasm without permission from its Master.

11. The Cunt will edge itself whenever commanded or when the video comes on.

12. The Cunt will taste itself whenever it masturbates.

13. The Cunt will jiggle its udders to get its Master's attention to speak.

14. The Cunt will maintain its looks and body to its Master's standard.

"Rule fourteen: you will always maintain your looks and body to my standard," he said as he stepped to the side. "Do you understand my fuck pet?"

"Yes Master. The Cunt is to make itself look as pleasing as possible for its Master." I had only used rule thirteen a couple of times since being given the gift of my bells and permission to use them to get Master's attention. Rule twelve had become a particular favorite of mine, so much so that I reveled in the flavor of my own fuck hole whenever I would masturbate, eagerly licking and slurping my girl lube soaked finger and wrapping my soft pink tongue around it to suck off all traces of my intoxicating flavor.

Overall I was happy to have my rules. They gave me structure and as long as I followed them, I knew I had a good chance of being pleasing to my Master and avoiding a painful punishment. He brought in a fresh bucket of water for me to bathe with and said "after you've cleaned yourself, I want to see you make yourself up nice and pretty for me."

"Yes Master, the Cunt will make itself beautiful for its Master."

He left me to my bath and I was extra diligent as I soaped up my lithe little frame and shaved my legs and pubic area after which I kneeled while drying with a slight shiver. Despite getting sick previously, Master still refused to allow me to have a towel to dry myself and I always found my little body trembling and covered with goosebumps until I was sufficiently void of water that I could moisturize myself. I spent a good deal of time on my hair, doing the best I could without any way to dry it except a lot of brushing.

I stared at myself in the mirror as I carefully applied black eye liner to my eyes and the thick black mascara to my lashes. The thin dark haired girl with heavy silver nipple rings and a thick metal chain running from the black shock collar to the nearby support pillar stared back at me. I finished making up my face and a few hours later my long raven hair was relatively dry. I felt proud of how I looked and it was my hope that my Master would be pleased and praise me.

I held myself in kneel pose until my Master finally came down the stairs with a shopping bag in his hand. As he saw my naked little body in the correct pose with my face and hair made up nicely, his face lit up and a wave of tingles flowed through me from his look of pleasure. "You look stunning, just absolutely stunning," he said as he lifted my chin and gazed into my crystal blue eyes. "I'm so happy to own such a beautiful animal."

Master's praise was so powerful that I thought for a moment I might actually cum just from his words. My exposed lithe frame quivered, the feelings that filled my naked little body overwhelmed me and I was in heaven. If my Master's pleasure was my pleasure then indeed I was overjoyed.

His hand left my chin and his thick fingers walked down to my slender neck where they lightly touched the collar that had become a part of my body. He grasped the chain and gave it a gentle tug, pulling me forward. "You've been wearing this chain for a long time now, haven't you?"

"Yes Master, for as long as the Cunt has been Master's property."

"What would you do if I were to remove the chain that has kept you bound to this post?"

I tiled my head quizzically. "What does Master mean?"

"I mean, would you try to escape? Would you want to leave me?"

I blinked several times, not believing what he was saying to me. I was Master's toy, his cherished animal. My entire world revolved around him. Why on Earth would he ever think that I would leave him? "Of course not Master. The Cunt only exists for its Master; the Cunt only wants to please its Master. Is its Master unhappy with the Cunt?"

He gently stroked my face with his other hand and smiled. "Not at all, it is a joy to own you. I just wanted to make sure that you will forever be my devoted pet, that's all."

As his words trailed off he removed a small key from his pocket and inserted it into the padlock that had kept the chain affixed to my collar for so many months. A twist and half a second later, the heavy silver chain fell to the floor with a noisy clatter. Master stared at me, waiting to see what I would do, how I would react. "You will carry on with your routines as before, the absence of the chain changes nothing. Is that understood?"

"Yes Master, the Cunt will continue its routines and earn Master's praise with its obedience. Thank you Master for trusting the Cunt enough to remove the chain," I said as I parted my lips and slid my soft pink tongue out of my mouth. "May the Cunt pleasure its Master's glorious cock to show its gratitude?"

"Perhaps later my little bitch. For now I have some gifts for you. I hope you like them." Master opened the bag and pulled out something black, smooth and shiny. As he held it up, I realized that it was a sexy patent leather fetish dress. "I'd like for you to try this on. You have my permission to stand."

I got off my reddened knees and obediently rose to my feet for my Master. It was one of the rare times he allowed me to actually stand upright in his presence. Despite the fact that I was standing at my full height, he nevertheless towered over my petite form, easily dominating the space between us as a commanding force over my existence. Master handed the dress to me and I carefully slid it over my body, feeling the polished pliant material against my smooth silky skin as I wriggled into the form fitting garment, pulling it over my hips until the bottom hem barely covered my firm ass.

"Turn around, let me see how it looks on you."

I slowly rotated myself in a circle, catching glimpses in the mirror of how I looked. The way the dress pushed up and accentuated my firm tits, how it hugged the curves of my ass and the way it pressed against my flat tummy. It was so tight on my body that it resembled a second skin. Although it was comfortable enough, it was also the first time since being with my Master that I had actually worn any kind of clothing. I was always kept naked and I was always on display. As a result, the apparel, as sexy and risqué as it was, felt foreign and unfamiliar on my little body.

My Master was very pleased with the item and reached back into the bag to reveal a pair of black leather platform stripper heels. "They're a size six which was the same as the shoes you came to me with, so I assumed these would fit you well."

He handed the shoes to me and placed them on the floor, sliding my small right foot into the first and buckling the straps before repeating the process with my left foot. Indeed it was a perfect fit. Having not worn shoes for so long, much less such towering high heels, I was wobbly and struggled not to topple over. "Why don't you take a walk around the room for a little while so you can get used to them," he stated.

I took small careful steps, one foot in front of the other placing my weight on the ball of each foot as I stepped forward. Other than maintaining my balance, the other reason for the tiny strides was the limitation of movement of my legs in the tight shiny dress that coated my willowy frame. After several laps around the room, my feet began to ache but my steps were also becoming more assured. Much like riding a bicycle, perhaps one never really forgets how to walk in heels, even if they are sky high. My Master watched as I first stumbled and then strode with a sexier demeanor, my high heels clacking on the cold cement floor as I traversed it and I noted how much he seemed to be enjoying the show that I was providing for his pleasure.

"You may return to me." As fast as my high heels would allow, I made my way back across the room to the man who owned my body, mind and soul. I stood before him; my head bowed and I felt his hands once again trace the shock collar that adorned my slim neck. "I want to take you out. Would you like that?"

"Yes Master, the Cunt would love to be allowed to go somewhere with you." The idea that for the first time in months I may actually see something other than this dank basement room had my tummy in a flutter. I tried not to show my excitement for fear that my Master might misinterpret it as disobedience and cancel the adventure.

He nodded as his fingers dug into the space between the collar and my tender skin and moved closer; his face a mere inch from my own. I could feel his warm breath on my skin as he spoke in a menacing tone. "I don't think I need to remind you of what will happen if you misbehave. You will be punished more severely and more harshly than anything you have ever experienced in your life, is that clear?"

As much of a deterrent as the prospect of my shock collar punishing me was, to be disobedient and disappoint my Master was an equally appalling thought. "Yes Master, the Cunt understands and will obey its Master completely. The Cunt wants to please its Master and earn its Master's praise."

"Good. Plus I need not remind you that legally I own you. I have a contract; everything has been filed with the courts. You are legally named 'the Cunt', you are my property and should you somehow get lost, the authorities are required to return you to me."

I nodded quickly, my legs quivering as I contemplated my Master's words. I wasn't sure why he felt the need to be so threatening to me or why he thought that taking me out might change my feelings about him. He was my Master. As he said, I was legally his property and at his feet was my natural place in the world.

Next, he reached back into the bag and pulled out a thin chain leash with a black leather handle. He deftly clipped it to the ring at the front of my collar and gave it a sharp tug. "Does my little bitch like her leash?"

"Yes Master, thank you for putting the Cunt on a leash Master. The Cunt will be a good animal for its owner."

He dug into the bag one final time, retrieving a thick blindfold. "Until we get to where we're going, you will have to rely on me to guide you."

I nodded as he pulled the blindfold over my hair until it fully covered my eyes. Everything went black, there were no spaces to peek out from and no light could enter. My world had become dark and I was completely dependent upon my Master as had been the case since the day he acquired me.

I felt him give the leash a yank and I took small mincing footsteps to keep up. "These are stairs, step up carefully," he said, holding my slender arm tightly as I raised one toned leg at a time, my heels making a loud clicking sound on the wood platforms until he said "last step up." I followed the taut leash over carpet, then tile and finally over what felt like a smooth cement floor. I heard the door of a car open and he ushered me into the seat. He guided my hands into my lap as he fastened my seat belt and the door shut. Not long after, another door to the car opened, the engine started up and I felt movement. We were on our way but to where, I had no idea.

Continued in Trapped, Trained and Twisted Pt. 06

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