Yet another Second Life blog...

  I let out a squeal as I struggled in the restraints. My asshole felt like it was on fire. The stinging almost more than I could bear. If Sis hadn't tied me down so well I would have broken free and ran. But then there was the sudden pop of relief. My asshole clenched back down onto itself, no longer on the brink of tearing and I could feel the object inside of me. Huge and stretching me still yet only deeper in my ass. "Well that's the first one," I heard Mistress say as she gave the string a tug and I could feel it pull within me. "Never thought we were going to get that first ball in. They're the size of apples." I was now gasping for breath, sweat rolling off my forehead. She left me ungagged because she loved the noises I made when I was in pain. "These are the biggest anal beads I've ever seen, where did you find them?" Sis was now holding my ass cheeks apart with her hands looking at the heavy string now hanging out of me. "Cus...

 "Now dear there is no need to pout. It's not that bad of a nickname." Mistress was trying to be soothing and consoling. She was really good at that. "Yes it is. Of all the nicknames I didn't really want that one." But I wasn't having it, I was still upset.  "Well it is one you sort of earned you must admit." "Earned? I've sucked lots of dick but I don't get a nickname for that. I eat ass without hesitation, but I don't get a nickname for that. I let you whore me out all the time and I don't get a nickname for that." I stammer back. "Well actually my clients to call you 'that tight little cum dumpster' quite often so that is sort of a nickname. "Yeah well I finally get a nickname. I mean I've done all sorts of stuff to earn one and never did." I turn and look at her with my eyes wide. "But I get fucked by one dog and suddenly I'm 'Doggy Fucker' just like that!" "Now...

  In a future after society collapsed and reformed itself in the worst way possible. Slavery and ownership of others is once again a normal thing. Except now they are kept in metal collars that are hooked directly into the nervous system. These allow the owners complete physical control over their slaves bodies. The amount of restriction they are under is shown in via a light emitted across the front. Green for being 'safe' and under tighter control, Red for being allowed more freedom and potentially 'unsafe'. Collared slaves are used for everything from physical labor, extremely dangerous jobs and even for sexual gratification. If the collar is ever removed the shock to their system kills the wearer. Once you are a slave, you can never be anything else.  The story begins in June. It will not be for the feint of heart, the easily offended or the prude. 

 The pictures you find on the internet when you're pages deep into god knows where and pornhub has gotten boring. 

  "Look the whore is leaving a snail trail!" I heard a voice behind me followed by several men laughing. I was crawling my way to the bathroom after they had thoroughly wrecked me for hours on end. Sore wouldn't even begin to cover what I was feeling, my insides hurt, my asshole and pussy burned and were stinging. Even my jaw ached. Glancing back to see what they were talking about I could see what was happening. Their cum was leaking out of both my holes, down the insides of my legs and onto the floor. You could see the trail from the bed to where I was. "Damn that's some real nasty slut shit right there!" "I ain't never seen that before, fuck where is my phone I got to get a picture of this!" I kept crawling, I heard the clicks as they took shots of me, probably video as well. Never had that many guys at once, and these were some horny ass hung black men to boot. They kept laughing as they got dressed.  Making my way into the hotel bathroom I...

  The sleeping arrangement for the new trainees was simple, one that I remembered very well and will be doing again with these girls. We sleep in a chain link fenced in kennel with a selected trainer dog. There is a bucket for a toilet in the corner, a couple of worn out blankets and a bowl of water that is mounted to the floor.  There are reasons for everything. The chain link and design is to make sure they know they are nothing special and are regarded as animals. Using a bucket as a toilet is a dehumanizing factor so they don't start thinking to highly of themselves. Those blankets aren't very warm and encourages the new bitch to snuggle up closer to their new lover for warmth. That bolted down water bowl is to force them to have to lap up water just like a dog, because that's what they are for the training, just another bitch. All of them are locked shut with a heavy padlock, except mine because I've earned that right. I also have all the keys to their locks around...

 I sat at Miss Nina's feet, a bit chilly as I was completely naked except for my collar and my little schoolgirl shoes that she thought were cute on me. She was like a goddess, wrapped in leather, riding crop in hand, and smiling from ear to ear.  In front of us were the four new girls. All of which were sent here by their owners for either special training or as punishment for being disobedient. Each was tied to rings fitted into the floor, their legs spread with bars and hands bound.  And they were all crying so wonderfully.  None of them were told what was going to happen. They were just bound in position and left by their master or mistress and told they were going to be here for a full month. The sobbing and panic sat in when Miss Nina had the dogs brought out. Some of her best trained, largest in girth and long lasting. Her pride and joy of trained girl fucking dogs.  Within moments they were all mounted by the beasts. There were screams, there was begging...