Why did you come to my house, wearing a collar, leash in your mouth and hands behind your back, after having written those filthy things on your caramel body? Choke toy, pain sponge, brain dead, stupid bimbo, broken rag doll, abuse junkie - do you believe you are these things? Do you desire to be them? Oh is it because I asked you to? Add "obedient meat holes" to that list. I open your coat, there's nothing underneath, except the clamps on your nipples and your panties stuffed inside your pussy. I remove them both and give all of them a tight slap. You jump up.

I inspect your pussy, slide my hand down there and look you in the eyes, while you forget that you're still outside and anybody can see you. Hmm, it's wet but I expected it to be juicier. I slap your face, the same hand covered in your juices. Hmm, still not wet enough. I turn your face to the right with my left hand and hold it with my hand so you cannot move and slap your exposed cheek till it blushes bright red before I lick your pussy juice off the other cheek and force open your mouth to spit in it. I choke your throat, "wetter! you broken choke toy!" and make you gulp down my spit as I feel your throat struggle to expand in my palm. I spit on your face, it rolls down your entire face and a drop drips on the ground. I check your cunt again to see if the meat is tender and juicy enough to be consumed. It is.

I tug your leash downwards, you go down on all 4s like a good little bitch. I walk you inside the house. Aren't you forgetting something? I raise my brows and look at the single drop of spit that rolled down your face. Such a good bitch, you know you have to slurp it up.

I walk you inside on all 4s up to a window and tie your leash to the grill. I sit down on the floor, put your hand on my cock ask you to jerk it off while I look you in the eyes and slap your face till you cry or you sweat from all the blood rushing to your face. I would then lick your tears and spit on your face as you smile like a good pain slut. I look at the floor and see your pussy drip and chuckle. I turn you back, flip you over and rub my cock on your needy cunt, feel it pulsate and throb. I sample some of that pussy juice for myself and spit it back into your mouth. You like that cocktail, don't you?

I grab your head, make you lick the floor clean where you dripped as I stand up and look down at you. I jerk off my cock, holding the window grill with one hand and rub and fuck your needy cunt with my toes. "Oh, you nasty whore, you like this a little too much don't you?!" You stop licking and look up at me, smiling, nodding. I slap your face twice- once on each cheek and rub your face on the ground myself like a mop. You're finally being useful.

You look around and see the floor around you, filled with spit and your drippings. "You need a shower now, good girl." You look at me, confused. "So soon?" you wonder but then you notice I am not jerking my cock neither am I untying your leash. I know when you need to hydrate. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue like a thirsty bitch.

You smile as I piss on you and make you lap it all up from the floor. The hot piss on your skin, the smell in your nose, your dripping pussy, you can feel it all. I force open your mouth and put my cock in. "That's it, stay still, don't move, be a good little cock warmer"

You realize something, your eyes pop wider, with my cock in your mouth, that this corner of the room, with piss on the floor and your leash tied to the grill, is where you will spend the entire day. You realize this is where I will leave you, broken, battered, reeking of piss, content and satisfied after I'm done using you.

Your pussy is wetter now. We're just getting started.