Please… Let me sleep outside the cage for once…
(I need to be her…)
Not an ideal situation, but what can you do?
(I want to be an assistant an enslaved abuse toy so fucking bad…)
A pure form of euphoria is to choke, twist, suffer and cum a lot for the amusement of my owners... While they laugh and mock me, I suffer. I suffer for a purpose that is much more important than me - their entertainment.
I dared to not swallow the master's dick deep down to the balls, and my pussy was not perfectly wet...
.. All I can do now is twitch and moan begs for forgiveness while guests press button after button. This is my fault.
For this money, I have to obey any order 24/7. I'm allowed to sleep, of course, only in a cramped cage in the corner of the room. With someone's shoe taped to my face… Always…
She won’t stop whipping me… the pain keeps coming while I hang here upside down, legs spread wide. I can’t do anything but cry and twitch in pain. She likes it tho. Each strike makes me jerk and sob helplessly in the chains, drooling and leaking.
I can only cry and tremble while she’s having fun..
If she pushes her pussy in my face I’ll lick it desperately… It’s been a while… Whether I’m locked in a cramped cage or hanging like this. I don’t even know which is worse… but my opinion doesn’t matter anyway…
My cage is a tiny iron box… so small I can barely move. I have to sit with my knees crushed against my chest, my head pressed against the cold bars on top. My wrists are usually chained to the sides or behind my back so I can’t even touch myself. The floor is hard and freezing. Sometimes she just puts a dog bowl with water or scraps inside and leaves me there for hours… sometimes in complete darkness. But most of all, she likes to tie her shoe/socks to my nose and mouth. She loves to watch me spend hours trying to get fresh air, inhaling the smell of her feet.
I sit there for so long, listening to her moving around, knowing she can see me whenever she wants. Sometimes she places the cage right in front of her and makes me watch while she fucks someone else.
When she finally opens the door and drags me out by my hair… I’m so pathetically grateful, even if it means I’m going to be whipped again.
She keeps us in a cramped cage and only takes us outside to vent her stress. She doesn't consider us people because, according to the contract, we aren't, so she feels entitled to do whatever she wants with us.
The day we signed that contract, we didn’t do it willingly. She forced us.
She had us broken and desperate after weeks of mindfucking and denial. We were already collared, naked, and terrified when she slammed the papers down and told us it was the only way out of the constant torture. We had no real choice. She made us kneel there shaking, tears streaming down our faces, while she read every dehumanizing clause out loud.
I cried the hardest when she added the special terms just for me — Primary Fucktoy, permanent purple tail-whip plug, unlimited brutal use. She grabbed me by the hair, forced the pen into my hand and hissed:
"Sign it, bitch. Or it gets much worse."
My hand was shaking so badly she had to hold it while I signed away my entire life. Then she made me kiss the paper and thank her for "allowing" me to become her property. The other girl was forced to do the same right after me.
The moment the ink dried, Mistress laughed, shoved that thick purple tail deep into my ass and fucked me raw on the table, reminding me that I was now legally nothing but her forced, owned piece of meat.
We were coerced. We were broken. And now we belong to her completely. No way out. Just two pathetic, contractually non-human slaves - with me as her favorite whipped fucktoy.
The metal thing around my waist squeezes it so tightly that I can barely breathe. The nose hook makes breathing even harder. I have to concentrate to breathe with this thing in. He likes to leave me like this, so I can barely breathe while he’s away. I can’t even turn my head because of the huge metal collar. My nipples hurt a lot, because they are attached to the heavy bucket, which also presses on my legs. I sit quietly, trying my best to not even flinch, so as not to anger the owner. I understand that what he asked was a rhetorical question. Every tool in this bucket will be used to make me suffer. Now he will probably light a cigarette, as he always does, and then put it out on me. And this will be just the beginning of his daily routine. I am so tired…
He pulls my nose by the nose hook, presses his balls to my face and asks: «Soo... What should I torture you with today?»
And every time he makes me mumble a response through the gag. My words come out unintelligible, so he completely covers my nose,waiting for me to apologise. He makes me feel guilty for suffocating and that I can’t speak properly…
I think that a deep, wet throat and readiness to suck and swallow will make me twice as attractive…