Chapter 12 -- Practice Test (part 6)
wetcunt's heart was beating furiously as Master led her from the room. So lost
was she in hearing the pounding of her own heart that she didn't notice
immediately that her Master turned right in the corridor instead of left. When
she realized, she started to wonder why they were moving away from the
elevators. she knew better than to ask and quietly walked behind her Master
until coming to another set of elevators. As the elevator doors opened, she
heard her Master say, "Thank you Charles for letting Myself and My slut use the
service elevators. A slut on a leash might be too much for the other hotel
guests to deal with." As wetcunt's Master led her into the elevator, He started
to say, "I think My slut needs to find some way to thank Charles for keeping it
from having to walk down 12 flights of stairs in those heels. I know what, cunt,
look Charles straight in the eye and say Thank You Sir like a proper slut
should, then while He is watching, use some of that cunt snot that I KNOW has to
be leaking from your sloppy cunt and show Him how Master has His slut slop
itself."
wetcunt could feel her face burning as she looked up from the floor of the
elevator, all the while wondering why she was still so embarrassed as Charles
had already seen her fuck herself with a dildo and heard her slop from getting
her ass fucked. wetcunt licked her dry lips and said quietly, "Thank You Sir for
allowing this slut to ride in this elevator." After Charles said, "you're
welcome slut," wetcunt lifted the hem of her leather skirt and reaching down
between her legs started wetting her hands with cunt juice and wiping it all
over her face. wetcunt's hands shook and her eyes filled with tears as Charles
watched her pull handful after handful of cunt juice out and smear it all over
her face. "Don't forget those milkbags too cunt, smear some of that cunt snot on
those milkbags as well," her Master commanded. wetcunt wiped the next few
handfuls all over her milkbags causing her shirt to stick to the wet skin. "Stop
for now cunt, and thank Charles again for His part in your training cunt."
wetcunt once more softly thanked Charles for helping Master train His fuckpig as
the elevator stopped in the parking deck.
As the elevator door opened, wetcunt moved to lower the hem of her skirt. "Stop,
did I tell you that you could put your skirt down cunt????," her Master barked.
"Nnnno Master," was the quick reply. "Then keep that skirt up and that sloppy
cunt exposed until I tell you differently. In fact as partially punishment for
assuming, you will walk to the car with that skirt held up." wetcunt wished she
could die right on the spot, her mind screaming for her to safe word out, her
mouth actually opening ready to safe word when she noticed that the service
elevator opened not very far from where she had parked. Wetcunt gulped, and
again opened her mouth to safe word, when her Master looked at her and gently
said, "Trust Me, cunt." wetcunt swallowed hard one more time, her whole body
shaking as her mind raced, and finally she whispered, "Yes Master."
With that her Master started leading her from the elevator, skirt lifted, cunt
exposed. Instead of heading toward her car, wetcunt's Master walked in the other
direction. Each step wetcunt wanted to sink into the pavement. The walk seemed
to go on for miles, but was really only about 20 feet until wetcunt's Master led
her to the passenger side door of His car. "May Your slut have permission to
enter please Master," wetcunt quietly asked, hoping that her Master would let
out her quickly before anyone showed up. "Open your mouth, slut," was her
Master's reply. As wetcunt opened her mouth, her Master lay the leash across her
mouth so that the handle was hanging out the other side. "Close your mouth slut
and hold your leash for your Master. After Master has gotten in the other side,
and unlocked the door, you may get in slut. That skirt stays up and the leash
stays in your mouth until W/we get to O/our destination." As wetcunt's Master
walked around the car, wetcunt heard one door lock open. As wetcunt stood there,
leash in her mouth, vainly trying not to drool all over her chin and tits, she
heard her Master get in and start the car. After wetcunt's Master had adjusted
the radio, checked His mirrors and fastened His seat belt, wetcunt finally heard
the other door unlock and she moved to climb in, struggling to hold both the
pictures and her skirt and grasp the handle of the door at the same time. After
about 4 attempts to open the door, her hands sweating and shaking more with each
failed attempt, wetcunt's Master leaned over and opened the door, finally
letting wetcunt in.
"Sit down cunt, bare ass on the seat, skirt up around your waist, legs spread
until W/we arrive." wetcunt struggled to get into position, holding her skirt
high and the pictures tight. As wetcunt's Master pulled out of the parking deck
and out onto the street, He reached over and started pinching and flicking at
wetcunt's clit, causing wetcunt to strain forward for more pressure. "Be still,
cunt. No humping like a bitch in heat. Master wants His slut to make a huge
puddle of cunt juice for it to lap up when W/we get out." Unable to speak,
wetcunt bit her lip to try to stay in place, wanting desperately to move, to
hump her Master's finger. wetcunt listened to her Master chuckle as her groans
of agony as He continued to torture wetcunt's clit, stopping every few moments
as He sensed wetcunt was about to slop. When finally wetcunt didn't think she
could take anymore, her Master pulled into a parking lot. As wetcunt looked
around she realized it was a parking lot that she knew well, it was the parking
lot of the slut equipping shop that she had visited every week.
"I'm sure that the cashier who witnessed your earlier performance would like to
see how My slut's training is going, how the slut's equipment is being used.
Don't you think cunt?" wetcunt tried to answer, but only a garbled response made
it past the leash in wetcunt's mouth. "And doesn't My slut just look the part of
a total greedy fuckpig, drool all over her chin and milkbags, dripping wet cunt,
with cunt snot covering her face, milkbags and thighs, and a shithole plug
keeping her Master's cum in her ass. I'm sure the cashier will like the look of
My fuckpig very much. Master will come around and let His fuckpig out as it
can't seem to handle the door. He will also take the leash out of His fuckpig's
mouth, so that it can clean the cunt juice off of the seat. Once the seat is
clean to Master's satisfaction, you will be allowed to put your skirt down cunt.
you best do a good job cleaning the seat the first time and not rush through it
so that you can put your skirt down faster, because if Master has to make you
clean it a second time, the cashier will get to watch your Master spanking that
naked, plugged ass."
Before wetcunt was ready, her Master was opening the passenger side door and
taking the leash out of wetcunt's mouth, leading her out of the car. wetcunt
climbed down from the seat and quickly turned around to face a huge puddle of
cunt juice. "What a slut, look at the puddle of cunt juice. Beg Master for
permission to clean His seat, slut." wetcunt begged feverishly, "Please Master,
please let Your slut clean the cunt juice from Your seat. Please Master, please
let Your fuckpig lap up its cunt snot." "All right cunt, remember what I said
about doing a good job." wetcunt quickly bend over and started lapping the
puddle of cunt snot over and over, running her tongue up and down the entire
length of the seat, all the while her Master chuckling at what a cum hungry slut
she was. After wetcunt had licked every inch of the seat at least three times,
she lifted her head and said, "Am finished Master. If it please You, please
examine Your slut's job." As wetcunt watched her Master bend down and closely
examine the seat, she hoped that He would allow her to lower her skirt soon,
that He thought the seat was clean enough. "It will do, you may lower your skirt
cunt. Though remember holding your skirt up was only partial punishment for
presuming, you will be experiencing the rest of the punishment inside. Now walk
cunt."
After wetcunt's Master led her into the slut equipping shop and up to the
counter, wetcunt's Master greeted the cashier and ordered wetcunt to place the
pictures on the counter and then do the same. "Good day Sir," wetcunt quietly
said. "I thought You might like to see how My slut's training is going seeing as
how You supplied most of the tools that I've been using to train her." wetcunt
heard her Master ask the cashier if He would enjoy that. "Well, I'm not too busy
at the moment," the cashier replied, "should be a way to hold the boredom at
bay. What can the slut do?" "W/we will start with the slut showing You what it
has in her shithole. Turn around slut, raise your skirt and show the nice man
your shithole. While He is taking a good look at My slut's ass, tell Him what
you have up your ass, slut, what that plug is holding in." wetcunt was so glad
to be turning around and bending over, so that she could just look at the floor.
As she bend over, wetcunt lifted the back hem of her skirt exposing her plugged
ass and dripping wet cunt. "Tuck the hem in the waistband slut and then pull
those ass cheeks apart so that He can get a good look at how His toys are being
used."
When wetcunt finally got the hem tucked into the waistband of her skirt, she
reached back and pulled hard on her ass cheeks spreading them wide. The cool air
against her burning hot cunt caused her to moan with pleasure. wetcunt could
hear the cashier move from behind the counter and move in closer to inspect her
widely spread ass cheeks and the plug stuffed in her shithole. "So what is this
plug holding in cunt?" the cashier asked. "my Master's cum Sir," wetcunt
replied. "Ah so You have trained this slut's shithole then," the cashier asked.
"Oh yes, tell Him cunt, how many times you slopped earlier today just from
having your shithole fucked and what else was happening while your Master was
fucking your shithole." "this slut slopped twice while Master was fucking its
shithole and the room service guys were listening in the other room as this slut
grunted as it slopped Sir," wetcunt quietly said, her face turning beet red. "Oh
well done Sir, it looks like this slut is getting trained to be an excellent
fuckpig."
"Well, not entirely, in fact, this slut has some punishment coming from
presuming that she could lower her skirt without her Master's permission. she
has had some of the punishment already, but I wanted to do the rest of her
punishment in front of You. I think it will have a more lasting impression that
way. I want My slut to know that when it acts on its own in front of others, it
causes its Master to lose face in front of others." wetcunt started shaking as
her Master spoke, having not even thought of it from that perspective. wetcunt
bowed her head and waited for her Master's next word, wanting to ask Him to
forgive her for her presumption. "Turn around and kneel down cunt, and tuck that
hem in to the waistband in the front as well," her Master ordered sharply.
wetcunt quickly complied tucking in the waistband and spreading her thighs wide.
"If You would please go onto Your shelves and pick out a suitable cock that You
would like to see this slut fuck herself with when her punishment is done while
I explain to this slut what her presumption does. your presumption, your moving
without My permission causes your Master to look badly, to be red in the face
that He hasn't properly trained His slut. Do you understand cunt?" "yes Master,"
wetcunt said as she bowed her head. "And because your actions have caused your
Master to be red in the face, it seems a fitting punishment that you should be
red in the face. So as the rest of your punishment, your face will be cock
slapped until I feel like it is the appropriate shade of red. I will slap My
slut with My cock and the cashier will use the cock that He has picked out for
you to fuck yourself with later. Prior to your punishment starting, you will
humbly apologize to your Master, in front of others, like you embarrassed Him in
front of others and you will beg to be punished for your transgression. Do you
UNDERSTAND cunt?" As wetcunt answered, "yes Master," the cashier came back from
the shelves with the biggest cock that wetcunt had ever seen. It must have been
a foot long and almost 5 inches wide. "Good choice, very good choice," wetcunt's
Master said when He saw it.
"Kneel up cunt and put your hands behind your back. Once they are in place, you
know what to do." As wetcunt moved her hands behind her back, the cashier moved
to her left side and her Master moved to her right side and unzipped His pants.
"Master, wetcunt is very sorry for her presumption and the embarrassment that it
caused You. Please forgive Your slut and please, Master, please punish Your slut
for its actions." "Face up cunt, eyes open and head still." As soon as wetcunt's
Master said those words both He and the cashier started to cock slap wetcunt's
face over and over again, from her forehead down to her chin and back again.
wetcunt's face was stinging, getting hotter and hotter, tears rolling down her
cheeks as her face was cock slapped again and again. Finally the cockslapping
stopped and wetcunt's Master asked her is she had something to say. "Thank You
Master and Sir for disciplining this slut."
"Now, cunt, take that monster cock, climb up on the counter and spread those
slut legs wide so We can watch you slop all over that monster cock." wetcunt
quietly took the cock as the cashier held it out to her and climbed up on the
counter. Spreading her legs wide, wetcunt groaned loudly as her cunt was
stretched from just the head of the cock. "Slam it in there cunt. Fuck that
slophole hard." wetcunt strained to push the entire cock into her cunt,
screaming as her slophole stretched more, finally getting the cock in down to
the balls, she pulled it firmly out, only to drive it back in hard once more. It
wasn't but a minute until wetcunt was pleading, "Master, may Your slut slop,
please Master, may Your slut slop." "Slop cunt, slop hard." wetcunt shook
violently almost falling off the counter as she came, over and over again, cunt
juice covering the huge cock in her cunt. "Thank You Master, Thank You Master,"
wetcunt babbled over and over again as she tried to catch her breath. "Now cunt,
anoint each one of those pictures with the cunt juice that I know you just
made."
As wetcunt took the huge cock out of her cunt, cunt juice poured from her
slophole. Gathering it up, wetcunt put some on each of the autographed pictures.
"Use the rest on your face and milkbags cunt. Then look the gentleman in the
eye, Thank Him for helping with your training, and ask Him nicely if He would
allow you to leave your pictures here for anyone who wants them." After again
slopping her face and milkbags with cunt juice, wetcunt raised her head and
thanked the cashier for helping her Master train her. "Please Sir, Please may
this slut leave her cunt snot covered pictures here for distribution." "I guess
so slut, and you're welcome. Helping your Master train you helped pass the
time."
"Get down from the counter, cunt and lower your skirt. How much for the cock?"
"It's on the house, the performance paid for it." "Time to go, cunt. Say good
bye to the nice man." "Good bye Sir," wetcunt quietly said as her Master led her
back outside and to the car. "May Your slut enter Master?" "Yes cunt, in fact as
soon as W/we are inside, you will be taking care of Master's hard cock." "Thank
You Master," wetcunt whispered as she smiled.
