You say you desire humiliation. You tell me you want degradation. You beg me to treat you like a whore.
Let’s find out how much you really want that.
I tell you we are going for a drive. A surprise.
We arrive. A run down Motel, middle of nowhere. The type you look at and think who in the fuck would ever stay there?
Inside the room, a scattering of 70’s style bedroom furniture. Squeaky bed, old wooden chair, torn and faded wallpaper, streaky mirror, stained carpet.
Two other women already waiting patiently in the Motel room. You look at the two other women. Fucking whores that in your own mind are beneath you. What the fuck are they doing in here, you think to yourself.
You hear me bark orders at them.
“Remove your fucking clothes you filthy sluts. Lie down on the bed, on your backs, legs spread, cunts displayed.”
You watch as they silently shed their clothes, everything happening so fast and you are suddenly wondering why you are here, in such a fucking disgusting run down room, with other filthy whores. But your body betrays you. Your cunt clenches at the possibilities as different pictures begin to drift through your mind.
You feel me walk up behind you. I reach around, one hand on your throat, the other groping for your wet cunt and I pull you into me. You feel my hard cock against your ass and your cunt begins to clench even more. Your head rocks back and you whisper
“Are you going to fuck me in front of these whores, Daddy?”
You feel my brute force as I push you to the ground. Not a gentle push. Forceful, nasty. You hear the words
”Fuck no you filthy little cunt. You aren’t getting my cock today. You don’t fucking deserve my cock. Today, you become the whore you were born to be. Crawl over to that bed on your hands and knees and prepare those cunts for me with your fucking tongue”
You look back up over your shoulder, a look of horror on your face.
”Wh..what did you say.....?”
I step forward, quickly, hand raised and strike down. The back of my hand hits your cheek, your eyes watering as the first yelp exits your lips.
”I said crawl forward on your fucking hands and knees and prepare those cunts for me with your tongue you filthy fucking whore.”
You look at me with a look of horror mixed with lust. The idea makes you sick to your stomach, but at the same time, makes that cunt of yours pulse and throb. But it’s the idea of being forced to fucking serve that truly makes you wet. The idea of being made to do things that don’t please you, but turn me the fuck on.
That’s what drives you. That’s what makes your cunt wet. To be treated so indifferent, so nasty, so filthy. To be made to serve. To be made to be my fucking whore.
You begin to crawl on your hands and knees. You cry out as you unexpectedly feel the first lash of a cane strike your back.
”Put some effort into it you fucking whore.”
The lash, the strike, the searing pain, the scream that emits from within you. The nasty tone of my voice as I treat you like absolute trash. It does something to you. Deep inside you. You feel the wetness suddenly gush from your cunt and dribble down your inner thigh.
Your head is spinning. What the fuck? How does this humiliation, this degradation, this pain and being treated this way turn you on? And what the absolute fuck. You feel yourself crawl faster and hear yourself respond with
”Fuck yes Sir. Please hit me again. Please hurt me. Please force me to do filthy things as your fucking whore”
Your new life. Your new kink. Your new fucking role as a humiliation whore. It had just begun.
To be continued...
