The Slave's Fantasy

Degrading Fantasy

I have a number of fantasies, all of which are degrading and filthy, suited to a little whore like me. My Master has ordered me to post my most degrading, humiliating fantasy for the world to see and know what a dirty little bitch I am.

In this fantasy, I am treated as an animal and a sex toy. Allow me to show you a day in this fantasy world.

I awake, tied with a short leash that does not let me near the gate, in a kennel, completely nude. A buttplug with a tail is in my ass – it is there all night, to keep me stretched out for use in the day, and to remind me I am lower than human. I receive my morning feeding when my master unhooks my leash, pulls me to him, and makes me undo his trousers. He slaps my face a few times, grabs me by the hair, and makes me suck him. If he doesn't feel like I'm doing well enough, he fucks my throat. I must swallow every single drop of cum or precum; this is my feeding. He gives me a treat when he is done – a dog biscuit of course. Then it is time for my morning walk.

This walk is very public. Master likes me to walk ahead of him just a little, so he can tug on the leash to make me slow down or stop. I always have to slow down when we pass someone. I must make myself as obtrusive as possible; every time someone passes and doesn't ask or talk about me, I earn myself pain later on. Master likes to make me suffer for him. Every day when we get back from the walk, he tightens my collar, makes me stand, pins me against the wall and fucks me as hard as he pleases. I am not allowed to cum; I may only cum when Master forces me to. If I make noise, I am gagged and have earned myself more pain.

After he fucks me, Master usually cums on my chest or face, though sometimes he likes to cum inside me. This I do not get to lick up; I must leave it visible and dripping.

My collar is adjusted back to normal, and I am tied by it outside to a tree, kneeling. About half the time my Master will come along and tie my arms behind my back as well. Then it is time for pain I have earned. Master will belt my ass, thighs and tits, clip my nipples and flesh along my whole body, spank me, or slap me depending on his mood and what I have done. Then comes the most severe part of the punishment. Master will make me stand, take a vibrator and tease my clit until I am on the verge of an orgasm, and then he will suddenly take it away and belt me again. He repeats this more the worse I have been.

Master lets me into the house, then, though still on my leash, and uses me as a footrest, sometimes for hours. Sometimes he'll use me as a table, too. Almost every day he has friends over. He lets his friends use me as a sex toy, but only while he watches, to be sure they don't make me cum. Sometimes he'll have a friend in my mouth and him in my ass. Sometimes I'll be on all fours eating out one of his female friends, and he'll come up behind me and watch, sometimes slapping me, sometimes fingering and teasing me. Every single day, almost always as a show for his friends, Master will tie me up suspended from the ceiling, sometimes with my legs spread wide, sometimes standing only on one leg with the other drawn up high. I must be totally silent, no matter what, though he will usually tease me when I am tied. Sometimes, however, he will just ignore me for hours. His friends may touch me as they like and do with me as they please. By this point they are usually tired of fucking me, so they instead hurt me, tease me, and try to get me to make noise. If they're not tired, though, I am fucked repeatedly. They may not cum in me, as that is only Master's privelige, but they may cum in my mouth and I must swallow. If he's feeling playful, Master will sometimes give them toys to use on me.

Lunch is a normal meal, but I must eat it from a dog bowl without use of my hands. Then, for being so dirty from being outside naked and eating without hands, Master will make me shower. If he doesn't feel like scrubbing me down, the water will be cold. If he does, he is very rough and thorough, often pausing the washing to pinch and twist my nipples. I must also thoroughly wash Master. If he thinks I have done a poor job, I must re-clean any area I missed, with my tongue first.

After my shower, I am not allowed to towel-dry but must air-dry, on my knees, beside my master. When he thinks I am dry enough, he cuffs me upright to a rack and forces me to cum. You see, I am a worthless bitch who may only serve her master; thus I may only cum when he makes me. If I've done a good job that day, he will force me to cum many times, pet my hair, and give me a treat and call me a good bitch. If I've displeased him, he will edge me again, and then clip my nipples. What he does from that point depends on his desires, but sometimes he will whip my ass till it's red and then, tying my hands above me, put me on the Wooden Pony. It's essentially a sawhorse, but I am tied at such a level that I must stand on my tiptoes. If I do not, I put a huge amount of pressure on my clit. If I've really done badly, he will whip my pussy afterwards. If his friends are still there, they will watch and often participate. He encourages them to spit on me and say the most insulting, cruel, degrading things they possibly can. Then they get to escort me back to my kennel for the night, often kicking me or making me lick their boots, tying the leash to the kennel so tight I cannot move all night. This only happens if I have displeased Master...

Overall in this fantasy I love being used like an object, and I love the idea of being shared, humiliated, and shown off.

But in writing this I've realized that, while degrading, this is not my most degrading fantasy. That spot is reserved for being used very literally as a toy or piece of equipment – tied up all day for all who wish to use and torment me.

The Rules -- Master's Law

Master's Law

I have been taken by a Master. He is a strict and controlling Master, and I do my best to follow his every order. Master is training me; although I have had doms before, he knows I am essentially inexperienced, and he will make me know my place for him. Master has told me that the training period will take months, and he will slowly implement more and more restrictions and rules on me till I recognize how low I am, and that my comfort and pleasure comes only from him.

These are the rules I must obey.

1. I must always address Master as Sir.
2. I may never masturbate or cum without permission.
3. Every day I must post on my blog.
4. Every morning I must mark myself with a word. Unless requested, the word is of my choice, describing what I am.
5. Every time I shower, I must begin and end with cold water, kneeling with the water hitting me dead on the chest. I must do this until I repeat “I suffer for my master's pleasure” ten times.
   
   
   Rule 2 has been difficult for me, but I am being a good slave for my master and have not disobeyed him, though it is very tempting.
   Today I begin with rules 3, 4 and 5.
   
   
   
   Master has told me to reflect on what I am and my service of him. He is a very special Master, as he refused to take me on as a slave until I begged him, upright on my knees with my hands behind my head, for what felt like nearly an hour. I am beginning to understand that my only worth as a submissive is to please my Master, but sometimes I am still a little hesitant towards the more intimidating tasks.
   
   I have an anal trainer kit, and my Master ordered me to have the smallest of the plugs in while I wrote, fifty times, "I get pleasure when I earn it" -- Master is training me to edge more often, and allows me orgasms only seldom. It took me longer than expected to write this, and the plug soon had my little hole throbbing, though it is only small, only an inch at the widest point. He ordered me to put in the plug the moment I got up this morning, and I admit I got up late... I have had it in for a while now, but he wants me to to keep it in until I have to leave for work.
   
   My first experience with rule 5 was very powerful. Kneeling down in the icy spray was indeed suffering, but the words and repetition gave it purpose, and when I had repeated the phrase ten times and was allowed to turn the hot water on, I felt a surge of gratitude for my master. The second time, though I was shivering and shaking, I said it like a prayer. I think I like to suffer for my Master.
   
   I am choosing a word to write on myself for today... I was thinking 'toy', but it feels short. Although I have written it before, I will write "Property of Master JC" on my thighs, and "Toy" across my breasts.