When Peyton appeared on the video call with Wyatt, she was nude, and he could see her large, beautiful tits clearly in the frame.  Her nipples were hard and her face was flushed.

 

“I feel like a slut, sir,” she complained.

 

“Did you cum?” he asked her.

 

“No,” she said.

 

“Then you’re not a slut,” he replied.  “Tell me what happened during your masturbation.”

 

“Well, I took off all my clothes before watching porn, and threw them into the backyard,” she said.  “And then I started watching.  It was a video about a blonde girl seducing her stepfather into fucking her.  And then there was one where three men broke into a woman’s house and raped her.  And I was halfway through that one when… the doorbell rang.”

 

“What did you do?” he asked her.

 

“I tried to ignore it,” she said.

 

“Did that work?” said Wyatt.  He already knew it had not.

 

“No,” said Peyton.  “The doorbell kept ringing.  It wouldn’t stop.  Whoever it was called out that they knew I was home.  I was worried they’d call the police if I didn’t answer the door, so I got up - and I thought about going for my clothes, but they were in the backyard, and I wasn’t done watching porn anyway, so…”

 

Wyatt waited.

 

“... I went to the door naked,” said Peyton.  She paused, blushing, and then added, “Not just naked.  I was still… rubbing my pussy.”

 

“Who was at the door?” asked Wyatt.  He already knew the answer.

 

“A delivery man,” she said.  “He looked at me - at my tits and cunt - and he saw that I was masturbating.  I think he was aroused - but also disgusted.  He gave me a package and made me sign for it.  I had to use the hand that wasn’t playing with my pussy.  While I was signing he took a picture with his phone.  He said it was to show the package had been delivered… but I think he photographed my naked body.”

 

“I’m so proud of you, Peyton,” said Wyatt.  “You made that man so happy by showing him your tits and your cunt.  That was very generous of you.  It’s such a healthy thing for you to have done.  He’s going to feel so happy every time he looks at that photo, and shows it to his friends.”

 

Peyton shuddered a little when Wyatt said “shows it to his friends”.

 

“What was in the package?” asked Wyatt.

 

“A poster,” she said.  “An A3 colour poster of a blonde woman with big tits.  She’s naked and she’s kneeling and she has cum all over her face, and it says ‘GOOD GIRL’ on it.”

 

“Why did you order that?” asked Wyatt.

 

“I didn’t!” protested Peyton.  “Or at least I don’t remember ordering it.  It might be that I clicked on a… a bad link on a porn site, or something, and ordered it accidentally.”

 

“I think you should put it up in your bedroom, Peyton, where you can see it every morning,” said Wyatt.

 

“No…” protested Peyton.

 

“What, you want to put it in your lounge instead, where visitors can see it?” asked Wyatt.  “That’s very brave, Peyton.  Are you sure?”

 

Peyton gaped at him.

 

“But your bedroom is fine,” said Wyatt.  “I’ll look forward to seeing it next time I visit.”

 

The poster had, of course, been ordered by Wyatt, with specific instructions for the delivery driver to keep knocking and ringing until someone answered the door.  He had taken pains to find a model who looked a lot like Peyton, in as degrading an image as possible.

 

“How did you feel after finishing the final video today?” asked Wyatt.

 

“I thought… I thought maybe I should find my own porn now?” asked Peyton.  “Rather than having you choose it for me?”

 

“That’s an excellent idea,” said Wyatt.  “But I think also you shouldn’t have *complete* choice of what to watch, otherwise you’ll avoid the things you need to watch in order to become more healthy.  Have you ever heard of an Edging Adventure, Peyton?”

 

Peyton confessed she hadn’t.

 

“The way it works is you start with a simple prompt, and you type it into your browser, and you click on the first porn link that comes up,” said Wyatt.  “And whatever you find, you watch it to the end, and then you can choose between the first four porn links on that page to click through to, and you watch that to the end, no matter what it is, and then choose one of the first four links, et cetera.  It lets the porn algorithm find new content for you that you’re going to enjoy.”

 

What he meant - and what Peyton would soon discover - is that surfing the web in this way would inevitably bring her to progressively more extreme content, as the combination of her horny mind and the various site algorithms served her up videos that were more intense and more fucked-up with each new iteration.

 

It would give her a wonderful feeling of both not being in control of what porn she was forced to watch, while at the same time being responsible for having chosen it.  It should fuck her up very nicely.

 

“Remember, Peyton,” he told her, “you have to masturbate to *everything*, whether you like it or not.”

 

“What search should I start with, sir?” asked Peyton.

 

“I’ll send you a search to start with each day,” said Wyatt.  “And for tomorrow, your search can start with ‘bimbo’.”

 

Unless Peyton’s virus protection was very good, this was probably also going to infect her computer with a million pieces of malware.  But that was fine.  It would help her feel more guilty about watching porn, because of how “dirty” and “diseased” it was - and he had a plan for when her computer stopped working, anyway.

 

===

 

The next day Peyton was once again telling Wyatt that she felt like a slut.

 

She had started her porn search with “bimbo” but after choosing between the top links on each successive video she had made her way to “bimbo bukkake” and then “bimbo abuse” and then “degraded bimbo fucktoy”.  She had ended her session watching a crying blonde woman having her huge tits slapped while two men simultaneously fucked her mouth and ass.

 

Peyton felt like she had made that happen.  She didn’t understand how the algorithms worked.  She thought it was her own fault that the porn had kept getting darker.

 

“Did you cum?” asked Wyatt, as always.

 

“No,” said Peyton. 

 

“Then you’re not a slut,” said Wyatt.

 

“But… I want to,” said Peyton.  “I want to cum.  It’s been days and I’ve been masturbating for hours every day and when I go out I use the vibrator and I’m so horny all the time…”

 

“When do the girls in the videos cum, Peyton?” asked Wyatt.

 

Peyton had studied her videos well.  She knew the answer.

 

“When a man cums in their pussy,” she said.

 

“Good girl,” said Wyatt.  “That’s when you’ll cum.  That’s when you’re allowed to cum.  But when you do you’ll be a slut, and you’ll need to be punished.”

 

Peyton moaned with lust and shame.

 

“How did you feel after watching the last video, Peyton?” he asked her.

 

“I felt like… like I don’t really understand porn,” said Peyton.

 

“Why not?” he asked.

 

“Because I haven’t felt those things,” she said, “that I see in the videos.  I don’t know what they feel like.”

 

“That’s right, Peyton,” said Wyatt.  “To really understand porn, you need to try the things you’re seeing on the screen, don’t you?”

 

She shivered.  “But they’re scary,” she said.

 

“I know, but you know you need to do them, don’t you?” he said.  “I think each day, after you watch the last video, you should go and try out something you’ve seen in a porn video, something you’ve never done before.  You can pick easy things, as long as you saw them in a porn video, and you’ve never done them before.  That sounds like it would be healthy for you, doesn’t it?  And like it would help you learn about porn?”

 

“Yes,” admitted Peyton, hesitantly.

 

“When you do them, why don’t you film them, and send them to me?” said Wyatt.  “Then I can judge how you’re learning.”

 

“Yes, sir,” said Peyton in a small voice.

 

“And Peyton,” he told her, “I don’t think you should do them in your house, do you?  That’s not very brave.  I think you should do them somewhere outside your house.”

 

===

 

He got the first such video from Peyton the next day.  She was in a public park, squatting down, and the phone was looking up her skirt to show her bare cunt.  As he watched,  Peyton took a wine bottle, and began to push it into her cunt, neck first.  She moaned as the neck flared, and her cunt had to stretch lewdly to accommodate the thick bottle.

 

She made a little choking sob as she pushed it into her - and then stopped, presumably when she felt her cervix offering resistance.  She then began to fuck the bottle in and out of her.  

 

Wyatt only caught occasional glimpses of her face on the footage - though there were more than enough to clearly identify her.  He loved the look of slutty humiliation on her face, pain and lust mixed together.

 

The best bit, though, was when two young men appeared on the footage, standing some distance behind Peyton, watching her.  Peyton didn’t notice.  Then they walked around, clearly intending to view her from the front and see what she was doing.

 

“Fuck!” she heard Peyton say suddenly.  The phone fell down, filming only the dirt, but Wyatt could still hear the audio clearly.

 

“Look at this slut!” said one of the young men.  “She’s fucking her twat with a bottle!”

 

“Gross!” said the other.  “What a perverted whore!”

 

And then the film ended.

 

Wyatt had gotten used to Peyton crying when she video called him.  She looked pretty in tears.  Once again she confessed to being a slut, and Wyatt told her she wasn’t a slut unless she had orgasmed.

 

“What did you do after the boys saw you, Peyton?” he asked.

 

“I ran away,” she said, “with the wine bottle still up my cunt.  I didn’t pull it out till I was home.”

 

“Did you lick it clean, Peyton?” he asked.

 

She looked confused.  “No, why would I lick it clean?” she asked.

 

“That’s what the porn girls do, isn’t it?” he asked.  “Everything that goes in their pussy, they lick it clean.”

 

“But I’m not… a porn girl…” said Peyton, confused.  

 

“But don’t you want to understand them, Peyton?” said Wyatt.  “From now on, everything that goes in your cunt, I want you to lick clean.”

 

She didn’t answer.  Peyton didn’t know if she would obey or not.  It didn’t matter. She would *eventually*.

 

“What porn did you watch today, Peyton?” he asked her.

 

“You gave me the starting phrase of ‘cum’,” she said, “and at first it was men cumming on women.  But then it was *lots of men* cumming on women, and two women swapping a mouthful of cum as they kissed, and then at the end it was a crying women being forced to drink a bowl full of semen, and she was gagging, and the men were laughing and calling her names…”

 

“And you kept masturbating, didn’t you, Peyton?” asked Wyatt.

 

“Yes, sir,” said Peyton.

 

“It made your pussy wet to see a crying woman forced to drink a bowl of cum as men laughed at her,” said Wyatt.

 

Peyton made a small, broken sound.  “Yes.”

 

“Good girl,” said Wyatt.  “And how did you feel after the final video?”

 

“I felt like… I wanted to save the worst videos so I could watch them again,” said Peyton.  “I made a folder on my computer called ‘Peyton’s Favourite Porn’ and downloaded the bowl of cum movie to it.”

 

“Very good, Peyton,” said Wyatt.  “Now, there’s just one more thing to discuss, and that’s the way you’ve been cockteasing me.”

 

“The way I’ve been - what?” asked Peyton, surprised.

 

“You call me every day and talk about your pussy and your porn addiction, Peyton,” said Wyatt.  “That gets my dick hard, but you never do anything about it, so I get blue balls.  That’s not fair, is it?”

 

Peyton just goggled at him, astonished.

 

“So I’m going to come over there and do something about it, Peyton,” said Wyatt.  “I want you to undress, and punish your pussy until I get there.  Slap it nice and hard - I want it to be really aching by the time I get to your place…”

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)