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[Optional task: wear the sluttiest outfit you can. For example, a miniskirt and tiny crop top. Fill your holes. Use a vibrator if you can. Hide a gag, even just a panty gag, under a face mask. Go to a mall. Find a place to sit, perhaps in the food court. Play erotic audio. Cross your ankles and pretend they are bound. Cross your wrists behind your back and pretend they are bound. Watch people coming and going, imagining that you are a helpless sex toy for public use and that any of them could come over and use you at any moment. Stay in position until the recording ends. Now enjoy the story.]
She idly watched people entering and leaving the mall. She had never been much of a people-watcher before, but it wasn’t like she had much choice for hobbies now.
The naked girl was on display in strict bondage. She was balanced on her knees, her ankles bound to her thighs. She was strapped to a post. A metal contraption was between her legs, completely covering her pussy and the vibrator that was deep inside her. A metal frame on either side of her head prevented her from moving her head at all, and the claws of a metal gag were on her mouth.
Sometimes the slave girl floated in a blissful, aroused trance. Sometimes she enjoyed people watching. Sometimes she was bored out of her mind. When that happened, she liked to occupy herself by mentally reciting her favorite stores in the mall - the ones that sold slave girls or provided accessories for their care and training. She always did this in alphabetical order.
Abercrombie & Bitch. American Barely Legal Outfitters. Auntie Anne’s Princess Plugs. Best Bae. Bitching Booty Works. Build-a-Bimbo. Cuckcake Factory. Dick’s Spanking Goods. Ditzard’s Department Store. Famous Footwhores. Forever Titty-Fun. -
The vibrator buzzed to life. The girl let out a muffled moan, her mouth held shut by the mechanized gag. No matter how hard she tried to squirm, her efforts were useless. She was immobilized and displayed for all to see.
Occasionally the vibrator would run if she hadn’t been used in a while. Maybe it was to keep her from getting too bored. More likely it was just to torment her. To make sure she was always dripping wet and desperate for a human touch on her pussy, securely locked away behind a metal shield. The vibrator ran for some minutes, making the girl’s mind fuzzy. She was so eager to be used! She needed sex! She wanted a real cock in her pussy. A mouth on her clit. She even craved a flogger on her tits. She needed to be touched, to be used!
After the vibrator stopped, the girl breathed rapidly through her nose, trying to calm down. She tried to squirm against the vibrator, but the way she was restrained didn’t give her enough play to do much with it. Just imagine how it would feel if the vibrator would turn up to full power and stay that way! She didn’t care if it ran for hours, it would feel so good!
She thought she heard a passerby mutter “horny worthless bitch,” but wasn’t sure if that really happened or not.
After a little while, she got bored again. Where was she on her list? Forever Titty-fun, right. Forever Titty-fun. Gape. H&S&M. Hotwife Topic. JCPunishments. Michael Whores. Neiman Masochist. Nudestrom. Payless Hoes -
“Look honey! This loser is only 25 cents!”
The slave girl blinked. A young couple stepped in front of her. The man read the sign above the girl’s head. “Use this oral whore for 25 cents, and shock her if she disappoints. Courtesy of Cunt Locker. Chastity belts, slave cages, shock collars and more! Find us on the second level, just before Racy’s Department Store.” The man grinned. “Might as well! Let’s both use this worthless cumlicker. You first. Put a quarter in her.” He unzipped his pants as the woman fished in her purse for a quarter and put it in a slot next to the girl’s head.
The coin fell into the slot with a couple clinks. Then the mechanized gag whirred to life, prying the girl’s mouth open. She didn’t resist, but resistance would have been impossible anyway. The vibrator buzzed to life again, ensuring that she would be in the mood.
The woman lifted the hem of her little sundress. The girl noted with interest that she wasn’t wearing panties. The woman pressed her pussy against the girl’s mouth. “Show me what you got, suck slave!” she whispered.
With the skill of long practice, the slave girl went to work, using her tongue to expertly drive the woman to moaning pleasure. She reveled in the sounds the woman made, in the way she eagerly pressed herself roughly against the slave girl’s mouth, in the taste of the woman’s pussy juices on her tongue.
The man wrapped his arms around his woman, squeezing her tits through the thin sundress. “Maybe we could find some useful items for you at Cunt Locker,” he hissed to her. “A chastity belt to lock your needy cunt away. A remote control shocker… perhaps one inside the chastity belt. A heavy collar to lock around your neck and make you feel like a slave whore.” His woman groaned in desperate arousal and whimpered his name.
The slave girl knew she was close to getting the woman to orgasm. That was her favorite part. Just a little bit more…
The man suddenly pulled the woman off the slave girl’s tongue. She cried out in protest, but he silenced her with a hand over her mouth. “I like seeing you horny and desperate,” he told her. “But don’t worry. You can work out your frustrations out on this stupid little perverted loser while I get myself off.” He unzipped his pants and shoved his cock in the slave girl’s mouth.
She received it eagerly. She had been disappointed to not taste the woman’s orgasm, but she just loved being of use and giving pleasure. She did everything she could for his cock while he gripped her hair tightly and called her dirty, dirty names.
The woman, denied her orgasm, used the slave girl in the way she was allowed. She roughly pinched and twisted the slave girl’s stiff nipples. The slave girl whimpered, but was too practiced and disciplined to stop pleasuring the cock filling her mouth. She had a job to do. More than a job. Her passion. Her calling.
Then the woman started playing with the zap button. An electric shock cracked through the slave girl’s pussy from the vibrator. She squealed around the cock in her mouth, then recovered and tried to focus on pleasing the man. Then she felt another electric shock. And another.
It was difficult to work through those conditions. But finally, he gripped her head even tighter and shoved his cock as deep as he could go, spurting into her. He pulled back with a gasp, then ordered “swallow, suck slave!”
The slave girl complied, then tried her best to tilt her head so he could see she had obeyed. However, the strict restraints prevented her from moving her head that much. It didn’t matter. He was zipping his fly and turning away from her, his attention back on his woman.
“Man! It feels good to orgasm and let off all that pressure, doesn’t it? Even if it’s from a stupid slave cow like that.”
“I wouldn’t know, honey! You didn’t let me cum! I’m so horny I could do you right here.”
“Music to my ears, baby.” He pulled her close for a long, passionate kiss that the slave girl could just see out of the corner of her eye. Then he broke the kiss and added, “but I have a better idea. Let’s go to Cunt Locker and see about a chastity belt for your drippy pussy. You won’t be cumming anytime soon.”
The woman whimpered, then smiled and quietly said “yes, dear.” He took her hand and led her out of the slave girl’s sight.
After 60 seconds of her mouth being unused, the mechanized gag shut her mouth again. The vibrator tapered off. Oh, that had been fun. The slave girl loved feeling like an insignificant, inferior sex toy, devoted to the pleasure of others. She watched people entering the mall hopefully, but after a few minutes got bored and started listing the stores in the mall again.
Payless Hoes. Racy’s Department Store. Sex Fifth Avenue. Slapple. Sold Slavey. Spencer’s Gags. Starsucks Coffee. Strappado Pizza by the Slice. Suffera Beauty Products. And Victoria’s Sluts.
After finishing, the slave girl contentedly watched people coming and going again. The vibrator teased her again, but only for a few seconds. She decided to start her game over.
Abercrombie & Bitch -
And then she saw someone that took her breath away. It was Dr. Frood! And Steria! Walking into the mall!
Steria looked as stunning as ever, and her heels were as high as ever, but there was a noticeable difference. Her outfit was far sluttier. Her skirt didn’t even fully cover her crotch. Her button-up blouse was so sheer that her naked breasts and her thick nipple rings were clearly visible. And instead of her previous necklaces, she was wearing an actual slave collar, one solidly locked in place and fastened to a leash that Dr. Frood was holding. They had taken the next step in their relationship, going from employer and employee to master and slave.
“It’s always good to see one of my former patients doing well,” Dr. Frood said to the slave girl, grinning. “Even a dumb cunt like you. Didn’t everything work out as I told you? Your low self-esteem was ruining your life. The anxiety, the self-doubt, the feelings of inferiority. And all that is fixed now, right?” The slave girl had no way to reply. Her mouth was held shut, and her head was fastened in place so she couldn’t nod or shake her head. But the psychiatrist didn’t seem to need a response anyway. “Right. Now you feel like you have a purpose. You are fulfilled. You’ve defeated your inferiority complex by turning it into an asset. Now you feel happy every time you are told what a worthless, pathetic loser you are! Isn’t that right?”
The slave girl would have nodded if she could.
“Tell me, you dumb bitch. Do you even remember what your name is?”
Of course she did! And she would have said it if she could have. I- I- I-
She couldn’t remember her name. She was such a brainless bimbo sex doll that she couldn’t remember her own name! She felt a moment of panic, but then the arousal from feeling like such a loser washed over her and made her happy again.
Dr. Frood leaned in close. “Your name, now and forever, is Loser,” he decreed. Steria, his slave girl, giggled at that.
Loser. That sounded right. Loser! Her name was Loser! Loser Loser Loser!
“I’m so glad your treatment worked out so well. You’re welcome,” Dr. Frood said. “My pet, come over here.” He put a quarter in the slot. Loser’s mouth was forced open. He unzipped his fly and slipped his cock into her helpless mouth. But then he pulled his slave girl close. It was an awkward position, with Loser and the machinery in the way. But Steria pressed as close to Loser as she could and leaned forward. Dr. Frood and his slave girl kissed passionately, his arms wrapped around her. Loser was pressed in between them, beneath them. Something about that made her feel so small and useless. Forgotten. Unnecessary. In the way. What mattered was their love for each other. She was just a worthless toy beneath them.
They embraced and made out until Dr. Frood discharged in Loser’s mouth. He pulled back and cleaned himself up. “Kiss her, my pet. I want you to taste me.”
Loser was breathless as the gorgeous Steria crouched down, her lips on Loser’s lips. Her tongue reached into Loser’s mouth and Loser responded, moaning softly. All too soon, Steria pulled away and swallowed. “I could taste you in the loser cunt’s mouth, Master,” she said.
“Very good. Let’s be off, my pet.” Dr. Frood slapped her on her barely-covered butt and led her away by her leash.
Loser watched them go. She was owned by a business, not a person. She had no master to go home too. She wouldn’t get the affection, the tenderness that a gorgeous woman like Steria received every day. She felt envious.
But then she remembered. Steria deserved that. She was superior. More beautiful and capable than Loser could have ever hoped to be. Loser was a worthless, inferior bitch, and being treated as such was what made her happy. She was just a sex toy and she loved it. She loved the degradation and the helplessness. She loved every insult hurled her way.
That other girl was his treasured slave, his Steria. Loser was just a pathetic loser. And Loser wouldn’t have changed that for the world.81Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLThk3ifUMn
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