[To use this audio as a task in addition to a story, use whatever materials you have to blindfold yourself, wrap your legs together, and wrap your arms at your sides. Make sure to leave your breasts uncovered. Lay that way until the story ends. Now enjoy the story.]
Come here. Now. No, donāt say a word. Donāt you dare open your lips until I tell you to.
Hold still. [Sound of duct tape being pulled from a roll.] I said hold still! Thatās better. [More duct tape sounds.] There, got your legsā¦ now your armsā¦ [more duct tape sounds]. Now letās do something about this dress. Stay silent! [Sound of scissors cutting material.] Yes, I said weāre going out tonight. But you are NOT wearing that dress. Iām tired of how shapeless and unflattering it is. Now for this stupid bra. [More scissors sounds.] I never liked it anyway. I see itās hard for you to keep quiet, but Iām glad you are. At least you can be obedient in this small matter. And now for your panties. [More scissors sounds.]
Open your mouth, slut. Donāt talk. Just open. [Sound of fabric being manipulated.] Yes, letās stuff your mouth full. Do you taste your own pussy, girl? Excellent. Now letās make sure you canāt spit that out. [More duct tape sounds.] Now for the blindfoldā¦ there we go, thatās better. You canāt see, canāt speak and canāt escape. Just the way I like my toy to be.
Now that you canāt escape easily, itās time to finish wrapping you up. No, donāt you mmph at me, my little slut pet. Iām going to wrap up ALMOST every inch of your whore body. [More duct tape sounds.] When I took ownership of you, I told you that I loved those massively oversized tits of yours. I love how obvious they are. How they draw everyoneās attention. How they make it difficult for you to dress and to move around. Most of all, I enjoy how embarrassed you get about having such ridiculously massive breasts.
Youāve always resisted the idea of flaunting them. Of wearing sluttier outfits. Showing off those whore tits to their fullest potential. You told me you needed time. You said you were working on your confidence. That you would get better. You promised that if I waited a little bit, that I could make you wear any outfit I wanted, anytime, anywhere, no matter how slutty and humiliating it is.
Well, my helpless little big-titted barbie dollā¦ timeās up. [More duct tape sounds.] There we goā¦ youāre all wrapped up, covered TIGHTLY in duct tape from head to toeā¦ only those ludicrously lewd udders exposed. Naked. Vulnerable. Begging for attention. [Sound of hand striking flesh.] You can whimper all you want, cow! I know you love it. I know you love having your tits tortured in every way possible. I know it makes your dirty little pussy dripping wet. And yet you keep trying to pretend you donāt want to be humiliated and teased and tormented.
I was so patient. I was giving you the time you said you needed. I was waiting for you to show signs of progress.
And THEN I learned you had made an appointment for a breast REDUCTION? I am so very, very disappointed in you, my little cow. You know better. When you chose to become my slave, you agreed that your body belongs to me. I am in charge. I decide how long your hair is and what color. I decide what piercings you have. And I decide how large your tits are, cow. I am so disappointed. I feel betrayed. I canāt believe you went behind my back to sabotage my goals.
So, my little top-heavy toy, I canceled your surgery. And as for tonightā¦ I have something special in mind for you. Shortly, I am going to drive you to a very special party. You are going to be a decoration on display. A toy for public use. You will be blindfolded, gagged and mummified the entire time. You will be nothing but a pair of cartoonishly large breasts to be played with. And oh, Iāll make sure there will be SO many toys there, my perverted little slut cow. Strangers will be able to drip hot wax on your udders. Theyāll be able to give your tits electric shocks and make you squeal. They can clamp your nipples as hard as they like. They can flog your tits until their arms get tired. They can smear your nipples with Icy Hot and youāll just have to lay there and suffer the burning. You canāt see. You canāt move. Your entire sensory world will be focused on your massive mammaries and how they are teased.
And perhaps some of the time nobody will feel like paying attention to you. So youāll just lay there. Helpless. Your slut udders exposed to the cool air. Waitingā¦ wondering when someone will want to play with your tits nextā¦ wondering what theyāll do to youā¦ how sudden and painful it might be.
Donāt worry. Trustworthy people will be observing to make sure it wonāt get too far out of hand. But that will be small comfort to you. Packaged more tightly than a barbie doll in a box. All anyone will see is an anonymous pair of jiggly tits to be tortured at their leisure. But then, large breasts are meant to be punished. Iāve been remiss about that, but no longer. From now on, Iām going to torture your tits daily. Iāll often be putting you in strict restraints and doing whatever perverted, kinky things I think your freakishly large chest deserves! And thatās not all. Sometimes Iāll bind the base of your breasts tightly under your clothes and make you go out in public with them pressing out against your clothing. Sometimes Iāll make you wear a tack bra, so you can feel the sharp little pricks against your acres and acres of boobage all day long. Sometimes Iāll put shock collars around each breast so I can zap you whenever I want you to come attend to my needsā¦ or just when I feel like teasing you. Hm, perhaps that would be a fun thing to do the next time I take you out to dinner.
Instead of tomorrowās breast reduction appointment, I made an appointment to get your nipples pierced. Iām going to train up my slave cow to take large, thick slave rings in her nipples. Once theyāve healed, it will be entertaining to lead you around with a leash attached to your nipple rings. Or perhaps Iāll use them as binding points and tie you to a post or chain you to a wall by your nipple rings. Your ridiculously HUGE breasts are, after all, nothing more than an indication that you were born to be a slave slut. You donāt deserve dignity. You deserve to be bound, used and humiliated. You should feel honored when people laugh at you. Your greatest purpose is to be a humiliated slave cow.
While youāre at the party, Iām going to do a little shopping. All of your nasty, old, baggy, prudish clothes? Iām getting rid of them. Theyāre all going to be donated or destroyed. I have some new outfits in mind for you. Everything is going to be slutty. Tight, stretchy shorts. Miniskirts. High heels. But most of all, Iām going to make sure nobody can ignore your breasts. Theyāre so huge I feel like they enter the room seconds before the rest of you! And Iām going to emphasize that even further. Some corsets will be a nice touch to make them look even more outrageously out of place compared to your waist. Iāll make sure you have sheer tops, tight tops, low cut tops. Youāre almost always going to be showing more cleavage than most girls have skin! Your tits are meant to be shown off. Even your sweaters will fit snugly and will have cutouts to show some titty. You are just a big-titted slut to be shown off. And you can expect those new nipple rings to show through most of your tops! Everyone is going to see. Everyone is going to be talking about you behind your back. About how shameless you are. About how ridiculous you look with such large tits. Thatās what you hoped to get away from with the reduction, isnāt it? That people would stop looking. Stop making fun of you. Stop fantasizing about you. Stop gossiping about you. That it would be easier to find clothes to fit you. Tough luck! You are my slave cow. My pleasure is far more important than your comfort. Your embarrassment amuses me, so youāre just going to have to get used to it.
Oh, and speaking of piercings, Iām going to have a special earring made for you. An oversized tag that says BUTTERCUP on it. Thatās your new name, cow. Itās a lovely name for a cow, donāt you think? Thatās what everyone is going to call you. Youāre probably thinking that I meant thatās what Iām going to call you. I may say that sometimes, but Iāll usually call you udders or tits or other terms that remind you of your place. No, Buttercup is what everyone else will call you. You might only wear your ear tag in private or in kinky places, but in public youāre going to ask everyone to call you Buttercup. In fact, I used your work account to file a request with HR so that everyone at work will call you Buttercup. The company records will show that you are supposed to be called Buttercup.
Oh, I see you squirming, you pathetic pair of oversized tits. You think thatās too far? Too bad. You should have thought about that before you went behind my back and made a major decision about your body that you knew I would disapprove of. If people ask why you want to be called Buttercup, just tell themā¦ that it suits you. Thatās all you need to say. If they think of the girl from the Princess Bride, let them. But you and I will know itās your name because you are just a cow, and that your udders are your only real value.
And speaking of your udders, as I said, your every public outfit will draw as much attention as possible while still being street legal. But in private, your slut udders may NEVER be covered. The MOMENT you come home, before you do anything else, you must expose your tits. Even if every inch of you is otherwise clothed, your tits have to be exposed, shown off and begging for attention. And Iāll be controlling you more strictly. In private, youāll wear your āButtercupā ear tag and a collar with a cowbell on it. Youāll often be in bondage, and every day Iāll torture your tits and remind you about how ridiculous you look with such massive tits. Iāll make you tell me about when people stared at your tits that day, and Iāll make you edge and get your whore pussy soaking wet as you think about how everyone looks at your udders. I will never, ever let you forget that you are anything but a large-breasted bimbo. And every day, you are going to thank me for reminding you that big-titted sluts are just cows to be controlled and humiliated.
Well, my perverted slut cow, itās time to take you to the party. Get comfy; itās going to be hours before you can move again. And by that time, youāll have a whole new wardrobe, one that will make sure you can never, ever hide your comically oversized udders again. To make sure you have nothing to focus on except your tits, Iām going to put some earbuds in, just playing white noise.
At the party, you wonāt be able to hear.
You wonāt be able to see.
You wonāt be able to speak.
You wonāt be able to move.
Your entire world will just consist of your slut udders and the tortures inflicted upon them. Youāll be able to do nothing but think about your new life as a humiliated slave cow.
Have fun.
[White noise playing]
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