longer.blue

CW: CNC, RACK, edge play, electro kink, gaslighting, piss play The following is a true story of a cruel man and a dumb slut. It started out like our play sessions usually do: casual conversation, peppered with bits of equally casual degradation and manhandling until the dumb cunt has gotten me so turned on that I have to shove my cock down her throat. Y'know, foreplay. But those of you who know me and how I play know that I'm basically a chaos demon. I may have a vague idea of what I want out of the scene, but much like your friends who drag you to their comedy shows, I usually improvise. In the moment, while she was choking and sputtering on my dick (hilariously, I might add), I had an epiphany. You see, my slut is a real brat. And she realllllllllly hates being pissed on. So, I thought, this evening would be the perfect opportunity to do just that. But I didn't just want to piss on her. That's easy. I wanted to break her. I wanted to make her ask me for it. Conveniently, I had just bought this wonderful static shock training collar. It's meant for dogs, but y'know, if the shoe fits... I -also- have this incredibly mean remote eStim butt plug. So, I pinned her down and secured the shock collar around her neck. We'd played with it a few times by that point so she knew the drill: once it's on, I'm not fucking around. I pull out the plug next, and I see her eyes widen. She opens her mouth to begin bargaining, but that's not what that hole is for, so... boop. She yelps and flinches as I send a shock through her. Again, she protests. Another shock. Fuck, you think she'd have learned to be less stupid by this point. The second shock was all she needed to bend over the bed and spread her ass for me. I heard her make some defiant bratty noise as she did so, which got a good chuckle from me. I lube up the plug, secure it in her ass, and turn it on. Grabbing her by her hair I drag her to her feet and make her stand, legs spread, as I admire my new slutty cyborg. Equipped with the latest and greatest in torture technology. I turn on the plug's vibration feature, mostly to scare and confuse her. Just to keep her on her toes. "We're going to play a game, cunt." She whines. "Please, Sir..." Another collar shock. Another scream. I clear my throat. "As I said, we're going to play a game. I know just how eager you are to be my toilet, but I know you're so shy about it. So as a growth exercise, I'm going to help you use your words to get what you want. You're going to ask me to piss on you." Oh boy, the look on her face. "Fuck you!" She had barely spat out the words when I simultaneously turned on the plug to its first electro setting and shocked her collar harder than I'd had so far. The intensity of it was enough to get her down on her knees. Good. She looks better down there, anyways. "Now, where were we? Oh right. Helping you help yourself. So here's what we're going to do. I ask you what you want, you tell me how much you want me to piss on you, and then this all stops. And I'm not stopping until I get what I know you want. So. Slut. What do you want?" Another fuck you. God, the language on this whore. I turn up the intensity in both ends. This repeats for awhile, until, without warning, I shut it all off. She's sobbing quietly at this point, and I bend down to get close to her face. "See how good it feels when it all goes away? It can be like this for the rest of the night, all you have to do is answer my question: what do you want?" No more fuck yous, but still a pathetically whimpered "no". I call that progress. I crank the plug up to an even higher level and zap her collar. She shrieks and cries. I continue encouraging her in an even, measured tone (it never helps to be impatient or raise your voice when training an animal). We repeat this for quite awhile until finally, I hear it: "please. Please Sir. Please make it stop. Please." She's repeating it, like she's praying to some god for relief. "Of course, slut. I can make it stop. Just tell. Me. What. You. Want." And then, magic happened. Looking up at me with her dumb, beautiful doe eyes, welled up with tears, she opens her mouth and asks: "Please. Please piss on me, Sir." I instantly turn off the plug and collar and get down next to her, wrapping my arms around her shaking, sobbing body. "Good girl. Now say it again for good measure." She's utterly broken at this point and asks me again to piss on her, with no real hesitation. "Of course, slut. Anything for you." So, being the gentleman that I am, I grabbed her by the hair, dragged her fairly limp body into the shower and gave her the piss bath she was so desperate for. What a disgusting little toilet.