The vibration wasn’t turned off until I was finally put in the box for the night. Rebecca clearly felt I had to make something up to her since she got me to worship her in full for another eight times spread throughout the day. The intimacy was intoxicating, and my cunt responded in kind-- I was having to shock myself every few minutes to keep the orgasms at bay. Denying myself started to feel normalised. It always left me frustrated, but it definitely made me better at servicing her. It was a stronger feeling than being kept right on the edge because I had to fight the desire as it built up again, and go through the emotional turmoil of deciding when it would be too late to shock myself. That repeated climb to orgasm was the closest to something like sex I’d been allowed to experience in a long while. It was particularly strong whilst she had me licking her body. The last worship session had easily lasted an hour, and by this point I could picture every inch of her body in great detail. When I closed my eyes I could still see everything, seemingly imprinting itself on my mind. I was arousing myself when she wasn’t even around, my mind unable to picture anything but her delectable form. I thought about her breasts the most, it was kind of maddening. I was wet right now here in the box, and I had no sane reason to be.

I managed to sleep, thankfully, especially since I’d apparently been up all night the night before, getting my ass rammed into over and over. The return of the vibrations shook me awake in the tiny space, and I instantly started to picture Rebecca’s amazing body in my mind as the cock vibed inside me, fixed in place and completely inaccessible thanks to the bulky chastity belt. I still had the shock remote somewhere, and I sought it out quickly, knowing that I would still be expected to mediate my pleasure. Somehow she would know if I let myself have an orgasm. And I’d seen what was possible now. She could make me do so much worse.

Shocking myself in the confined space was difficult, my whole body reacting to the stabbing pain to my crotch. I’d had to do it five times before Rebecca opened the door and announced that it was morning. Yesterday had really done a number on me, because I couldn’t help looking up at her body with a deep yearning. I felt like I should be worshipping her already. I didn’t really have any other purpose besides that, and that wasn’t even a half truth. Everything else she could do to me would mean humiliation or torturing myself in some fashion. Licking her-- wherever she wanted to be licked-- was easy. And it was so intimate, even sexy-- at least compared to anything else she might expect of me.

She took off my muzzle gag almost immediately after having me crawl out of the side cupboard.

“You won’t be needing the gag today, Naughty.”

She continued to lead me into the spare bedroom, where two chairs had been set up facing each other. Next to one of the chairs on the floor was what seemed to be a full bowl of cum, with a spoon resting alongside. Rebecca pulled me along until I was between the two chairs, and she placed herself on the one in front of me. The chair behind was no more than a metre away from where I now sat on my feet, kneeling in front of her.

“Let’s make breakfast a little more interesting, shall we?” I looked up at her and found that I was hungrily savouring her curves whilst she spoke. “Today you’re going to lick all of this down, like usual-- but instead of licking it out of the bowl, I expect you to lick it off my feet.”

I really didn’t know if that was an improvement or not. I apparently liked licking her feet. It was almost like killing two birds with one stone?

“So if I just dip my feet in here like so,” her feet were placed carefully into the bowl, before being extracted again, absolutely covered in the cold filth. It barely made a dent in the overall volume of spunk left in the bowl, and her feet were already dripping it on to the floor below her.

“Well, what are you waiting for, Naughty? You can lick it off the floor afterwards, you won’t be missing a drop of it.”

And so I reached in and started to lick the layers of cum off her feet. It was everywhere. My mind really didn’t know what to think of this new humiliation-- part of me was savouring the chance to worship her again, but another part thought it was truly depraved that I was licking up this filth from someone’s feet. It was especially confusing when I heard the door open behind me and someone sit down in the chair opposite Rebecca. I was pretty sure it was a man. I found a moment to sneak in a glance to confirm this, and there he was, naked, his cock firmly in hand as he masturbated to my shameful act.

“Keep going, Naughty, get all of it.”

The vibrator buried inside me was starting to work it’s magic, leaving me very wet and building in excitement. I cleaned away every drop of cum I could find from her feet then started on the floor at her direction, where drops had started to pool together. Once that was done, instead of dipping her feet in the bowl again she had me stand up. The chastity belt was unlocked, and she slipped it down my legs and around my heels one step at a time, my soaked pussy now visible to both Rebecca and the man sat behind me. She had me kneel down once more.

“Do you want to worship me, Naughty?”

I really did. I was good at it, and it gave me some kind of purpose amongst all of this degradation. And her tits were absolutely amazing. I nodded my assent.

“You have to earn the opportunity to worship me. And you can do that by entertaining me. You don’t get to lick me for free. You have to earn that privilege, do you understand?”

“And you only get to suck on my tits when you’ve been a very good girl.”

I didn’t understand why that last part really frustrated me somewhat, feeling that I wouldn’t be allowed to see her breasts until I’d done something particularly worthy of them. I had this sudden craving for her to just unbutton her blouse and let me see them again, even from way down here at her feet. It was such an irrational desire-- I didn’t know if this was all me or something she’d made me feel. It was difficult to even know any more.

“To entertain me today, I just want you to sit on this gentleman’s lap, slide his cock into your cunt and ride him whilst you look at me. For starters, anyway.”

I turned to look at the man, he wasn’t particularly ugly or unfit, but I still couldn’t convince myself that I was willing to just do that. I wasn’t really going to willingly fuck a stranger just for the chance to continue worshipping Rebecca, was I? She slipped off her panties and let them pool on the floor, then opened her legs wide. Her pussy was glistening and seemed to beckon to me. How had she made me so incredibly keen to worship her body? And then to feel such a sense of loss that I now wasn’t permitted to do it until I’d entertained her.

“I’ll let you take my worn panties into the box with you tonight, would you like that? You can taste my pussy all night long.”

How was she doing this? My arousal just soared at the thought of having her panties to myself whilst locked in the box. It was beyond sordid, but it seemed to be hitting whatever buttons I now seemingly had. She wasn’t done fucking with me either.

“I’ll unbutton my top when you start riding. You can watch.”

Oh fuck-- I was definitely going to be doing this. My pussy was soaked. I picked myself up and moved backwards to his chair. I felt his cock way before I felt the rest of his body. My hand reached down to feel his firmness and started to guide it inside. I felt dreadful. I was so complicit in this. Annoyingly, though, my cunt felt absolutely fantastic as I slid it inside, my weight doing the bulk of the work as I sat down on his lap. It had been so long since I’d had a real cock inside me that wasn’t just pounding my ass.

“Spread your legs wide and ride it, Naughty. I want to see everything.”

I complied with some reluctance, legs parting and my feet planted on the high heels either side of his legs to give me some leverage. I pulled myself up and pushed down again. I hated how good it felt to feel his cock inside me. I bounced again, and again. It got easier. As promised, Rebecca unbuttoned first one button and then another, goading me onwards.

“Harder, Naughty. Fuck him.”

It definitely got easier. I pushed down harder, feeling his cock sliding against my pussy with every movement. I was moaning, but I tried to deny that to myself.

“Faster.”

Her own hand was between her legs now, gently rubbing herself. I accelerated, my eyes firmly on Rebecca as I really fucked his cock with something akin to desire, blinding my ability to rationalise what I was doing. I vocalised my pleasure, and Rebecca seemed to enjoy this.

“Don’t cum, Naughty, pull yourself right off it if you get too close.”

I was vigorously bouncing on his cock now, noisily slapping my pussy against his balls, excited by the sight of Rebecca playing with herself and by the amazing feeling of a cock in my cunt. I was going to cum, she knew the signs well enough. I waited until it was nearly too late, then somehow forced myself to stand up. My cunt throbbed with the enforced denial.

“Thank the gentleman for using your pussy.”

In my extremely horny state everything was difficult to focus on, but I did manage to utter the words she’d asked of me.

“Now, turn around and ride him again. This time giving him your full attention. I’ll be watching your ass whilst you fuck.”

I should’ve needed more convincing, but I was too aroused to complain. I turned myself around and straddled his lap, forced to look him in the eye as I reached down and guided his slick cock back into me. It wasn’t at all the same whilst I couldn’t watch Rebecca. The intimacy was forced between myself and this complete stranger. His cock still felt great, though, and I was quickly bouncing just as hard as before, knowing that Rebecca would be watching me from behind-- almost as if I was putting on a show for her.

Despite the pleasure, I couldn’t help but feel like such a slut in that moment, bouncing on a strangers’ cock. I wasn’t sure I could climax like this. This was real degradation. I was penetrating myself on this dick just because Rebecca had told me to. I was being whored out for free. As if sensing my difficulty, Rebecca came up behind me, her chest flush against my bouncing body. I could feel her tits against my back, and she reached around and cupped my own. Suddenly an orgasm was totally within reach, and I frantically pushed myself on to him, driving it onwards.

“Look into his eyes and thank him for using your pussy.”

“Oh fuck-- thank you for using my pussy!”

“That little cunt is all mine. I decide what goes in there, and I decide when it gets to be all wet and excited. Whether it’s a dildo, a vibrator or a nice thick cock-- you fuck what I tell you to fuck, don’t you?”

I raised myself off his shaft suddenly-- I was so fucking close to cumming.

“If you accidentally cum today, I will sit you on your potty, empty your bowels then have you lick everything up. You’re not going to fuck up.”

She allowed me a moment to consider this possibility, my eyes wide with fear.

“Turn around and ride him again.”

She had me worked up into a frenzy, I was way too horny for this. I spun in place, heels clumsily clicking against the floor, then sat down on his cock for the third time. Rebecca was sat down again, playing with herself gently whilst she watched me. His hands reached around and started to fondle my tits. I was circling the edge far too quickly, bouncing down hard on his shaft, my tits bouncing around in turn. I stood up again, another orgasm despairingly denied.

“Thank him for using your pussy.”

It was infuriating to have to keep thanking this man for what I was doing to myself, but of course I couldn’t help but comply. I watched Rebecca dip her feet into the bowl of cum.

“You’ve earned the opportunity to worship my feet again. Come along.”

I moved forwards and got back down on my hands and knees. I reached down with my mouth and received my reward for allowing my cunt to be so willingly violated. It was so fucked up that this somehow felt like a treat, licking dozens of spent loads off of someone’s feet-- even feet so delectable as Rebecca’s. After a moment spent licking the creamy filth I felt something pressing against my ass. The man was right behind me on the floor, pushing his member into my gaping asshole. He didn’t need to force me open, the stretched hole accepting his cock fairly easily.

“Your ass is also mine. I decide what goes in there. I decide when or even if you get to poop. Men have always had a sordid fascination with fucking the ass. There’s just something dirty about it, isn’t there? Giving up your ass for fucking is how you really say thank you to them for using your pussy.”

The man was thrusting into my behind by this point, all whilst I tried to focus on licking Rebecca’s dainty feet clean. She dipped them back into the bowl whilst she watched me rock back and forth to the time of his aggressive thrusts. Again, her feet were offered to me to lick clean. And then a third time, all whilst the man continued to use my ass for his own pleasure. After the third time, she spread her legs nice and wide.

“You’ve earned some time with my pussy. Come and worship me.”

I moved my head upwards and nudged my body closer in turn. The man stuck with me, continuing to hammer into my ass whilst I started to lick her.

“Don’t make him do the work, Naughty, push back onto him and fuck it yourself.”

I whimpered into her pussy, my tongue glossy with her juices. He was already having his way with me, but somehow having to do the movement myself made it feel more wrong. He had stopped thrusting, though, and I knew it would be expected of me to grind back onto him. I pushed and tried to emulate his prior efforts. It was genuinely hard work whilst still focusing on worshipping Rebecca’s cunt. She was definitely very horny, burying my head in her crotch. I knew she could get really cruel when she was this horny, but I couldn’t do anything but continue to expertly handle her cunt with my tongue.

“Oh, yes, just like that, Naughty! Worship my fucking cunt, you pathetic little pussy licker. Oh, you only fucking exist to lick my pussy, so fucking lick it!”

She cried out as she climaxed, tightly holding my face against her crotch as she became lost in the overwhelming pleasure. Her whole body was shaking with the effort. Some messed up part of my psyche loved that I could give her such explosive orgasms, but another part felt such envy that I never really got to feel that myself any more. It took a few moments for her to relax again and for her to remember to let go of my hair. I took several ragged breaths as she released me, no longer smothered by her sopping pussy,

“Mm, that was very nice, Naughty. I think watching you riding that cock just now got me very turned on.”

The man pulled his cock out of my ass and stepped backwards until he could reseat himself in the chair.

“Thank him for using your ass, Naughty.”

“Thank you for using my ass.” I managed, only slightly turning to one side to direct my regards.

“Good girl. Now, he’s had two of your fuck holes, you might as well finish him off with the third one. Beg to give him a really deep blowjob until he cums right down your throat.”

She didn’t even wait to hear me plead to do what she’d requested.

“Yes, go ahead. I’ll be back in a moment, and I expect you to be done when I return.”

I turned on the spot and crawled over to where the man was sitting. I fed myself up between his legs and instantly fed his throbbing cock into my mouth. I gagged but it didn’t matter, my mouth forced me to take it and keep taking it, sliding up and down the entire length, my lips touching the very base before I would seemingly allow myself to work it out again. Rebecca had already left whilst I deep-throated his cock-- a cock that had just previously been inside my ass. He was pretty big and was definitely filling my throat. I tried to lick as passionately as the directive ensured I would, but his shaft filled my mouth so completely. His hand was on the back of my head as I worked up and down, trying to increase my pace. I gagged repeatedly, not even remotely used to giving blowjobs this deeply. He seemed to be enjoying it and I could feel him tensing up, but it was distressingly hard work for me. Rebecca returned suddenly and I knew I was supposed to have finished him by now.

“I’m disappointed, Naughty, hurry up.”

I increased the speed again, desperate to finish and allow my mouth to be emptied. My eyes watered and my throat felt sore, gagging over and over. He made a grunt and gripped my head tightly. His warm spunk shot straight down my throat whilst his cock remained almost the whole way inside. It was a very strange experience, my throat not at all happy with how it was being violated. He finally pulled out and I coughed, some residual cum trickling past my lips. That wasn’t a blowjob, that was an outright mouth fuck. I tried to catch up with my breathing, my heart rate soaring.

“Thank the gentleman for using your mouth.”

I coughed again, then somehow managed to utter the words that she expected of me. Rebecca had moved towards me and was brushing my hair with a hairbrush, parting it along the centre and drawing the hair up into bunches. She pulled one side tight and slipped a hair bobble over it. She seemed to be giving me pigtails. Happy with the one side she did the same for the other and then stood back to admire my new look.

“Mm, not bad. We can work on it. Put this on for me.”

She seemed genuinely excited as she handed me the outfit she’d brought with her. It was clearly some kind of sexy schoolgirl attire-- a flimsy short-sleeved white blouse fashioned with tartan trimming throughout and already tied below where the bust would sit, coupled with a short pleated tartan skirt with a lacy finish. Very classic sexy role-play or themed night out outfit. She watched as I stepped into the skirt and fastened it around my waist. There wasn’t any underwear to go with it, and the skirt really wasn’t designed to actually cover the crotch at all. I pulled the shirt over my head and fed my arms into the sleeves, discovering that it was designed with maximum cleavage in mind, my tits practically hanging out.

I had no idea why this was so arousing for Rebecca, but her eyes conveyed her desire pretty well as the full outfit finally came together. She was having plenty of fun dressing me up like this. She sat back down and dipped her feet into the cum bowl.

“Come and clean my feet, Naughty.”

The man was still sat down behind me whilst I leant over and began to lick her feet, my ass very much on display to him as I bent low. The skirt did absolutely nothing to prevent me exposing myself, but it was somehow still a step up from being essentially naked apart from a pair of high heels locked around my ankles.

She slid her hand down to her clit whilst I looked up at her, tenderly licking every part of Rebecca’s feet. She covered them in cum again and presented them to me expectedly. She was rubbing herself gently whilst I worshipped her. She looked up at the man for a moment.

“Thank you for using my little fuck toy; ask the next gentleman to come in please.”

She parted her legs, clearly getting herself comfortable. She was really into this. The man left and shortly afterwards another entered the room and took his place in the seat opposite Rebecca. I looked over my shoulder for a second, and realised that there could be any number of men waiting outside for their turn to come around.

“Put yourself over his lap and let him spank and finger you.”

I pulled myself up, knowing I didn’t really have a choice, then placed myself over this lap, my skirt already barely covering my bottom, but now just rising up around my waist to leave it completely exposed.

“Go ahead,” she gestured to the man who had such easy access to me, “give my naughty little slut some much-needed discipline. Don’t be gentle with her-- she deserves it.”

She turned her attention back to me, fingers working over her clit, “I want you to thank him for spanking you after every smack, do you understand?”

And then she sat back and smiled whilst the man started to land blows against my bare bottom, and I struggled to find my voice and thank him each time. Rebecca rubbed herself with increased pace, eyes glimmering with satisfaction as he spanked the naughty schoolgirl on his lap. Every now and again he would let his fingers wander down towards my pussy and rub my slit furiously, before removing his hand and letting it smack my ass again. The combined fingering and smacking left my cunt buzzing and wet, and Rebecca was clearly loving every minute of it.

Eventually she told him to stop, and turned back to look at me.

“Do you know why you were spanked, Naughty?”

Because you told them to spank me, I wanted to shout.

“You were spanked because you just let a complete stranger use all your holes, and you fucking loved it-- you nearly came three times. You were a dirty little slut, weren’t you?”

The man was gently fingering my cunt whilst she questioned me. I nodded reluctantly; shamefully, my ass burning from the smacking I’d just received.

“You don’t want to be a little slut, do you, Naughty?”

I shook my head-- obviously I didn’t.

“Mm, good girl. Now, get off his lap and ride this kind gentleman’s cock nice and hard for me.”

I somehow realised the contradiction at hand-- I had to obey, but if I rode his dick then I was essentially admitting that I was the slut she was branding me as. I knew I didn’t have a choice either way-- she was pretty horny, and it was dangerous to test her when she was like this. The man helped me climb off his lap, and then I placed my heels either side of his own legs and worked myself down onto his thunderously-erect member, facing Rebecca the whole time. Rebecca herself was rubbing herself frantically whilst I started to bounce on his cock, not at all able to convince myself that it didn’t feel fantastic between my legs.

She stopped for a moment and leapt out of her seat, picking up her underwear off the floor nearby en route to where I was straddling him. She placed the lacy garment directly under my nose and looked at me with a big grin on her face.

“Sniff my panties, Naughty.”

I took the slightest of inhalations and felt myself instantly aroused beyond belief. I thrust my hips downwards and rode that cock like my life depended on it. Everything felt amazing, my cunt throbbing madly as his cock impaled me. I voiced my pleasure loudly. Rebecca sat back on her chair and continued to masturbate, watching me intently. This was so beyond normal-- there was no way I was this excited by smelling her scent on her underwear. She had definitely done something to me to make me feel this way. But I couldn’t help but feel amazing, rationality be damned.

“Oh-- you’re such a fucking slut, aren’t you? You’re loving that cock!”

The more she repeated it the more it seemed to sink in. I did feel slutty. I had no idea who this man was-- just that his cock made me feel good. I couldn’t even deny that being fucked like this wasn’t exciting me even without Rebecca working whatever new layer of black magic was at hand here. My thighs were trembling, I was going to cum already. I quickly forced myself to stand, almost too late, deeply unhappy that I had to deny myself again.

Rebecca climaxed at almost that exact moment, loudly exclaiming her pleasure. My own pussy bristled with longing, cunt juices dripping down my legs as I stood there. I waited for her to regain her composure and tell me what I was supposed to do next, the high from sniffing her panties seemingly passing me by. I couldn’t believe how hard I’d just ridden that cock; just how badly I had seemed to need it in that moment.

She finally picked herself up and smiled widely at me, then reached in and kissed my lips. It was savagely intimate, and so much unlike her. She pulled away and placed her panties below my nose instead.

“Sniff them.”

I couldn’t even help myself, instantly triggering the most overwhelming arousal again. My legs shook as they tried to stabilise my body, everything feeling tingly and over-sensitised. I bit my lip, my eyes pleading with her.

“What do you want, Naughty? Do you want more cock? I want to hear you say it.”

“Oh fuck-- I want more cock…” I mumbled incoherently.

“You can do better than that.” She held her panties below my nostrils, forcing me to inhale. The high somehow just kept getting higher-- it was so intense.

“Yes, yes, I want cock! I want fucking cock! Please let me have it!”

She took her panties away, and she helped me turn around to face the man.

“You know what to do, go ahead.”

I sat down on him, every part of my body tingling and aching and I couldn’t even describe what else. His shaft felt so good. The high was falling now, but I was already riding him hard, bouncing on his cock to satisfy my cravings. Rebecca was just behind me, her hands freely touching me, exploring my body. I panted whilst I bounced on his cock, knowing it was wrong to find all of this so arousing, yet unable to help myself in this moment.

“Mm, I want you to cum.” Rebecca purred from behind me.

I gasped, wondering if she really meant it. I wanted it more than anything in the world right now.

“I want you to cum so that I can punish you.”

Oh fuck-- she’d already said earlier what she’d do if I accidentally came. I had nothing but fear for anything to do with the potty. That was a punishment too far for me.

“Yeah, I want you to cum so that you have to play with your potty.”

I was still riding his throbbing cock, but I was suddenly desperate to rise off and prevent myself going too far. She sensed my trepidation and held me down gently by the waist.

“No, keep going, Naughty. Make yourself cum for me. Please me.”

I wanted to receive what she was offering me, but definitely not at that price. This was torturous. My cunt still felt amazing, I might actually cum if she kept driving me onwards. I refused to do that-- I stopped thrusting.

“Oh, bad girl. Beg to keep riding his cock as hard as you can until you cum.”

No-- no, that wasn’t fair. Please don’t do this. I started to plead for exactly the opposite.

“Go ahead, Naughty. Ride until you cum, no matter how long it takes.”

I increased my pace tenfold, smacking his balls against my cunt, riding hard and vigorously. It felt amazing, but my mind was in free fall, reeling against what it would mean if I peaked.

“Beg to rub your clit whilst you ride.”

She didn’t even wait to hear me try.

“Go ahead. Rub away.”

I took one hand down to my clit and fingered it whilst I thrust myself down on the man’s cock. I could feel the climax beginning to surface. I clenched my teeth and tried to focus on pushing it back down, to force myself to stay away from that sweet climax. But it’s impossible to hold back when the friction never ceases or slows, it just becomes utterly inevitable. Rebecca moved her lips down near my ear and breathed softly.

“Would you like to lick cum off my tits instead of my feet?”

Oh fuck-- that surged me so close to orgasm it was unbelievable. Everything felt so good. I was just barely holding on, but I was riding so hard and purposefully, instructed to do everything possible to make myself cum. My fingers rubbed my clit just right, and my clit hadn’t been touched like this in such a long time. I could feel myself losing this battle.

“Just enjoy it, Naughty. Worry about the rest when we get to that.” She reached around and cupped my nose with her panties, ensuring her scent was unavoidable. “Just cum, you little slut.”

I had never felt so incredibly good in all my life, and here I was doing everything I could not to let it happen. My body was shaking. I was trying not to breathe so that I wouldn’t push myself any higher than I already was. The man grunted and released himself into my pussy and I didn’t slow one bit. His jizz sprayed into me in multiple gushing fountains, and everything about that just made me want to climax even more. And I literally couldn’t stop until I came, regardless of whether he did or not. I felt myself tip past the point of no return. I didn’t feel in control any more. I was definitely about to cum. I had to breath and felt the rush of intense arousal come over me as soon as I did so, urging me to fuck even harder.

Everything was quivering in anticipation of what was coming now-- and then I hit orgasm, squealing loudly in pleasure as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. My cunt had never felt this amazing. Holding it back for so long had just made it all the more intense.

“Mm, who’s a bad girl..? You know you’re not allowed to cum.”

I didn’t care right at that moment, I was completely lost and intoxicated by what was clearly the greatest orgasm I had ever had. I was literally shaking. There was no reasoning with her anyway, she would do whatever she wanted to do. I tried to simply be glad that I had got this relatively ordinary relief in a sea of denial and humiliation. My only other orgasm had been teased out by rubbing myself against her leg in public. This was a real orgasm, with a real cock shoved inside me. It had been amazing.

“Don’t worry-- I just wanted to see how hard you would try to resist when you knew you weren’t allowed to finish. You really did try your best, didn’t you?”

I looked back and up at her over one shoulder-- was she serious? She was so unpredictable when she was like this. I’d do anything not to be punished the way she’d already insinuated. Literally anything else would be preferable to that.

“I do have to erase all memory of that orgasm, though, you know you’re not due one for a long time.”

Had I somehow nodded off? Fainted? That was very strange. I was stood over the man’s lap, but the last I remembered was Rebecca being behind me telling me she wanted me to cum. My pussy was tingling like crazy, visibly soaked.

“You were a bad girl.” Rebecca said sternly from behind me. I turned to meet her gaze. “You came without permission.”

She had her phone in her hand, and she showed it to me, pressing play on the video she had queued up. She pointed at the camera oriented towards me on one side of the room. The girl on the screen was unmistakeably myself, riding the man that was sat in front of me. There was no sound, but I was really going for it, riding it frantically, rubbing my clit at the same time. Rebecca was behind me on the screen, seemingly urging me onwards. She put her panties over my nose and watched as I slowly lost control, riding with abandon. I watched myself climax, clearly absolutely loving every second of it.

“Look at what an absolute slut you were. You couldn’t help yourself. You just wanted that cock so bad.”

I wished I could remember. It looked so pleasurable. I was somehow deeply envious of myself.

“Apologise for being such a dirty slut right now.”

I couldn’t believe how easily I’d lost control. She looped the video around again. Oh, I’d been so naughty. I was so embarrassed. The man was a complete stranger. I really did behave like a slut. I know she needed to punish me.

“I’m really sorry!”

“And you know I have to punish you now, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I managed, trying not to meet her gaze. I felt humiliated. She kept playing the video. I was riding him so fucking hard.

“When you cum without permission, not only do you have the orgasm erased from memory, but I’m also going to make some truly permanent changes to your behaviour that will hopefully encourage you not to do it again. And I do mean permanent. The punishment has to be harsh if you’re going to learn.”

Oh my-- what the hell did that mean.

“For this first infraction, you will never again speak in anything other than the most convincingly dumb bimbo voice you can manage. No one will ever be able to take you seriously again. Give it a try, speak to me, Naughty.”

I really didn’t want to. This couldn’t be real-- that just wasn’t possible, was it?

“I, like, don’t think that’s, like, totally fair.”

Oh my god, I sounded so ridiculous. It was like I’d become a silly teenager again. Rebecca was strangely delighted.

“This is not reversible, Naughty, not even by me. Not that I want to, anyway. In fact, instead of being unable to talk so freely, you’re now welcome to talk all you want. I want you to be forever reminded of your punishment.”

She sat back on the chair opposite, already touching herself. “Tell me about your day so far, Naughty. In detail.”

“Well, like,” I started, already hating everything about this, “I was in my little box thing, and then, like, the little vibey-wibey came on and made me all horny and stuff. And I had to, like, zap my little puss-puss a few times, but then you came and let me out, and, like, I was super happy about it.”

It was maddening to listen to, but Rebecca clearly loved it, and I continued to regurgitate the litany of that morning abuses in such a squeaky pathetic voice that made me cringe non-stop. Rebecca got up and came over to me.

“How does it feel knowing that you’re going to talk like this forever?”

“Like, not super good. It’s kinda’ really embara-- emb-- I mean, I feel kinda’ silly.” At least I was afforded honesty. I could think long words but not speak them, which was truly humiliating. And this was going to be a permanent change-- I had to keep telling myself that, because it didn’t feel real yet. It was amusing for Rebecca, though, and I knew she was pretty horny again.

“Okay, Naughty, ride that cock again whilst looking at me. Let’s see if you can be a good girl this time.”

And so the cycle continued. I rode the man’s cock until I needed to cum and forced myself to stop just before it was too late. Rebecca continued to play with herself whilst she watched, transfixed. Then she beckoned me down to her feet, lathered with cum from the bowl and I licked that up whilst the guy took his turn with my asshole instead. Three times her feet went into the bowl, and three times I was instructed to lick them clean, before she nudged me up to her pussy. I worshipped her hole whilst the guy banged my ass aggressively. Soon enough she erupted into yet another explosive orgasm, holding me close by pulling my pigtails tight. When her pleasure started to fade and she was capable of conversing again, she had me beg to deep-throat for a second time. I spent long minutes forcing his entire shaft into my throat, fucking my mouth with little regard for my own discomfort, thankful when he finally shot his load deep inside. There was nothing to swallow, it had already gone straight down the pipe.

“Thank the man for violating all of your holes, Naughty.”

“Mm, I mean, thank you for, like, viol-- vio-- for like, using all my holes.”

“Good girl. Are you ready for another round?”

Another man came in and sat himself on the chair opposite Rebecca. I was becoming more accustomed to the abuse the more it went on. She was normalising complete strangers having full use of my body and my holes, and I was doing most of the work myself-- I was riding, pushing back onto them in doggy position and deep-throating with my mouth. They weren’t even having to make an effort. I was doing all of it. And worse than that-- I was getting off during it. She very specifically had me approach climax three times each time I was told to ride them. It was hard to argue that my body wasn’t enjoying it when I kept responding so predictably. I had to find a way to push back against this. She was whoring me out. I felt like I was being trained to satisfy men without them to lift a finger. Just like a fucking whore. She told me to get up over his lap to be spanked. I shook my head.

“Can we, like, not keep going? My little puss-puss is all sore and stuff.”

“But you haven’t eaten all of your breakfast yet, have you?” She gestured at the bowl, still easily half-full or more.

“I could just, like, lick all the yummies up for you now, maybes.”

“I don’t see how, Naughty-- you have to earn the privilege of licking my feet, don’t you? And how do you earn that?”

“I mean, by, like, entert-- enter-- doing things that you like.”

“Yes, by enter-tain-ing me,” she said that word slowly as if to teach me how to say it correctly, “and you have been entertaining me a great deal. But I want you to keep going.”

I was in dangerous territory, but I shook my head again. I was repeatedly thanking these perverts for using me, it was just so wrong.

“Okay, Naughty, go over to your potty and squat down on it.”

She waited whilst I hurried over, seemingly completely unable to resist this command.

“Are you on your potty?” she called over to me, perched in the corner of the room over the little pink bucket.

“Yes, I am.”

“Go ahead and poop.”

I instantly obliged. My bowels completely under her control. I had done it utterly regardless of the man and Rebecca being present, the guy clearly fascinated by what he was witnessing, gently stroking himself to stay thunderously erect.

Rebecca sauntered right over and looked down at me as I hunched over the potty, my filth very much occupying the space within.

“Do you want to entertain me by playing with your potty, or do you want to entertain your owner by letting her use all your holes however she pleases, for as long as she says so?”

It wasn’t really a choice-- I was not doing what she was insinuating. If I had to choose one evil over another then frankly I’d already been doing one of them and I may as well continue.

“All my holes,” I managed to suggest, my voice as pathetic as ever, completely admonished.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you. Who owns your frustrated little pussy?”

“You do,” I said, my eyes looking directly up at her from my position on the potty.

“You owns your filthy ass?”

“You do.”

“And who owns your sexy mouth, Naughty?”

“Mm, you do.”

It was so embarrassing to be spoken down to like this whilst I was sat on the potty I’d just used. She slapped me hard around the side of my face, then brandished the panties she’d apparently brought with her. She cupped them over my nose.

“Sniff.”

I was instantly transported to the heights of arousal, shuffling on the potty as she looked down at me.

“Who owns your frustrated little pussy?”

“Oh fuck-- yeah, like, you definitely own my puss-puss!”

“Who owns your filthy ass?”

“You do!”

“And who owns your sexy mouth?”

“For reals, you! Like, only you!”

She slapped my face again, and then forced the panties over my nostrils.

“Sorry, who owns your frustrated little pussy?”

Rebecca forced me to repeat this disturbing mantra more times than I could recall, made doubly humiliating by my seated presence on the little pink potty throughout. When she finally told me to get over the man’s lap to be spanked, I hurried over and complied without delay. My cunt was shamefully quick to rise to excitement as he smacked me under Rebecca’s keen gaze. His fingers probed my hole and found me thoroughly wet. I had to thank him for each and every smack, my girly voice infuriating me, yet seeming to drive him onwards with glee. The schoolgirl outfit made more sense now, as if she had intended to adjust my behaviour to suit all along. The more I was forced into the role, the more concrete it began to feel. I felt like I was in a porn movie playing the class bimbo. In a fucked up way, that almost made me feel better, because it was like it wasn’t actually happening to me. I was just the actress. The porn star. This ditsy character was the one who was getting played with.

When she told me to start riding his cock, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to fight her. The potty was still over there in the corner of the room, filled and ready to be cleaned up. I climbed on his shaft and let it slide all the way in. I bounced on it, Rebecca once again playing with herself whilst I fucked it. Suddenly she got up and walked towards me.

“Keep going. Ride to three denied orgasms, then ride him up your ass instead until he’s getting close, then deep-throat his cock until he cums. Can you do that? I’ll be back, and I expect you to be busy.”

She left the room and closed the door behind her. I was alone with this complete stranger, impaled on his cock, already riding him hard by the point she left us to it. It instantly felt different, but my body seemed to know the routine and get on with it. I knew she would be watching. I approached orgasm and obediently lifted myself off for several moments. I was usually told to continue, but now I had to tell myself, placing myself back down on his cock and starting to ride once more. I wanted her to return to direct me, to watch me, to just be present for this. But instead I rode him once more towards climax and lifted myself off agonisingly. And then again for a third time. Recalling her instructions, the fourth time I fed him into my behind instead, riding it just as before. This felt different, less directly stimulating, much more shameful. I was riding this man without anyone else present to tell me to do it. I couldn’t stop thinking about how wrong that was, but I dared not disobey Rebecca right now. Oh how I wished she would come back.

I felt him grunting in satisfaction, and he seemed to indicate his closeness. I got myself down between his legs and forced his shaft into my mouth. It was harder without being forced to do it to myself, but I fought the gag reflex and tried my hardest to deep-throat him. I was panting by the time he relieved himself down my throat, voicing his pleasure loudly, gripping my pigtails to keep his cock deep inside whilst he ejaculated. He let me go and I coughed uncontrollably. Without further regard he picked himself up and left the room, before moments later being replaced by yet another man. He placed himself comfortably and patted his lap, suggesting that I put myself over him for my next spanking.

Rebecca didn’t return until maybe four or five men had rotated through the room, each of them completely serviced by my body as I rode them and let them use all of my holes in turn. She sat herself down on the chair opposite and watched whilst I finished emptying the current man’s cock into my throat. I felt completely violated. I’d continued fucking myself without her directly instructing me through each step of the way. My pussy stayed wet and obediently tried to climax when it was supposed to throughout. I truly felt like all the things she’d said I was: so incredibly slutty and dirty.

“Come and finish your breakfast, Naughty-- you’ve been a good girl. We’ll be repeating this tomorrow morning, only with twice the number of cocks for you to ride, and twice the amount of cum to lick off my feet. And I expect you to be able to get on with it largely unsupervised.”

She repeatedly dipped her feet in the bowl of cum and let me lick it all off. The chair behind me stayed vacant after the last of the men had left.

“You were dangerously close to being broken today, though, weren’t you? I did wonder if I’d maybe gone a little too far. You know I just can’t help myself when I’m turned on. And you do look absolutely yummy today.”

I wasn’t sure I was actually meant to reply, busy as I was with the task of licking her feet clean.

“Remember, though, you take cock because I want you to, not because you like it. That’s an important distinction. If you forget this then I’ll just have to put you back to before you lost control. You don’t get to go the easy route and let yourself go. If you’re not fighting me then I have no use for you at all. I could find some random slut who loves cock anywhere. That’s not who you are.”

She stood up and loomed large over me, the last of the bowl of cum finally licked up from her feet.

“Defy me. Hump my leg and make yourself cum all over it.”

I looked up at her incredulously-- I had literally no idea what the correct action was supposed to be here. Was I defying her by refusing to do it in the first place? Was this a test? It was very confusing. She pushed her leg out in my direction.

“Hump my leg, Naughty. Worship me.”

Oh fuck-- that felt like a more concrete instruction. I had to do that, right? I moved towards her, feeling embarrassed but still entirely confused. I had done this before, very much in public, and this was just the two of us: much more intimate. I placed my slick pussy against her smooth leg and gently rubbed myself up against her.

“I said worship me. Hump that leg like a bitch in heat.”

I quickened my pace, unable to deny that my frustrated cunt wasn’t enjoying the friction provided to it. It wasn’t a cock, though, I shamefully thought, almost yearning to be penetrated more properly.

“You know you have to stop when you get close, but maybe you should be a bad girl and keep going. Faster. Hump it.”

She was urging me on, and my pussy wasn’t entirely unhappy with the situation. I still didn’t know what I was supposed to do, utterly mind-fucked, and somehow that just made me feel more aroused. I felt like I was trapped-- either way I was going to be punished. I just didn’t know what the punishment would be, and more particularly-- which option left me facing the harshest penalisation. I was horny, though, that much was true. Grinding on her leg whilst she looked down at me was weirdly erotic.

Something akin to panic set in as my pussy started to throb and respond in kind to the sensations being forced upon it. My pace hurried further, feeling the heat between my legs.

“Look up at me while you hump, Naughty.”

I met her gaze, unable to disguise how much more intimate that seemed to make the whole situation. She had unbuttoned her blouse and her lingerie-clad breasts were tantalisingly visible from below.

“Look at my eyes, not my tits. What are you going to do? Good girl or bad girl?”

I was getting close now. It felt nice, as it always did. I wanted to climax, just as I always did once I reached this point. Fear of the repercussions was usually just enough to make me stop before it was too late. But now I just didn’t know what I wanted.

“Are you weighing up the possibilities? Are you trying to work out which option gets you punished the most favourably for yourself? Are you just thinking about what you want?”

Oh fuck-- I was getting so close. It would be so easy to just let go and enjoy it. It didn’t matter that she would erase my memory of it afterwards, I still had that moment whilst it lasted. She could take it from me, but I would still know that it had actually happened. Was that enough or was that crazy..?

“What are you going to do, Naughty?”

It was decision time, I couldn’t fight it for much longer. I was thinking about how I would be punished. I couldn’t avoid that. Even as clouded as my thoughts were in this moment, the fear was overwhelming. She could do literally anything she wanted. The potty was still full over there in the corner. She could make permanent changes to my behaviour at her leisure. How was I supposed to fight these things? There was no correct choice. I would be punished because she liked to punish me. She was just giving me the chance to entertain her. Huh, it did matter what I chose, but not for the reasons I was thinking: she wanted me to choose the option that most amused her. Whatever that option was would almost certainly be the one that most degraded me in return. She wanted me to be a bad girl, but she didn’t really want to explicitly say it. And I knew so well how to be a good girl-- she had been conditioning me all along by telling me as such almost since the beginning. I just had to do the opposite of all that. To encourage my own punishments-- to always make things worse for myself for her amusement. The outfit she had me dressed up in was more than a clue. I had to be a bad girl.

It was already far too late by this point, anyway, and I came hard up against her leg, yelping in my ridiculous bimbo voice. I ground my pussy up against her for all I was worth, trying to squeeze out every last second of satisfaction that her leg afforded me, pitiful though that might be. My body tingled with pleasure, and I was breathing loudly, struggling to catch my breath.

“Oh dear, you were a bad girl.”

I snapped back to existence suddenly, finding myself kneeling down in front of Rebecca. My cunt was throbbing. I knew instantly that she had just erased another orgasm from my memory. I despaired that I couldn’t remember anything at all from that moment, yet my body still had that lingering fervour that told me that I had just experienced something utterly amazing.

“I’m afraid you chose to give yourself an orgasm again, Naughty. You just can’t seem to resist today. I’m sure it’s my own fault-- I’ve been far too easy on you.”

I looked up at her, eyes pleading, desperate for her to show some mercy. She was re-buttoning her blouse, denying me even that smallest of luxuries. I wasn’t the girl that had climaxed. That memory was gone. I was just as denied as if I hadn’t done it in the first place. Why should I be punished for what that other version of me had been unable to do? It wasn’t fair!

“We’ll get to your permanent adjustment in a moment, but before that I think you need to be properly put back in your place. You didn’t even try to hold back that last time-- it was frankly appalling. So shameful. After your punishment you’ll go straight back in your box until tomorrow, and you won’t be allowed to keep my panties. Those are for good girls.”

It was messed up that being allowed to hold on to her panties was somehow a reward, but I was definitely somewhat crestfallen when she said this. I felt dreadful that I hadn’t managed to deny myself-- I had been such a fucking slut again. I was determined that I wasn’t going to let this happen again. I just didn’t understand why I had been such a degenerate little slut. Why was I doing this to myself? And perhaps more importantly, what was this punishment going to be..?

Rebecca tried to appear stern and angry with me, but there was definitely a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. She sat herself forward and made me wait to find out.

“It had better be immaculate when you’re finished, Naughty-- your potty, that is. Go and clean it now.”

I whimpered.

---

One year later

Rebecca liked to leave me locked to Clitty for long periods of time. I wasn’t sure which of us it was supposed to cause the most distress to, though I suspected it was more unpleasant for him than it was for me. Clitty was tied up against one wall, his legs secured wide and his hands fixed above him. She called him Clitty because of the chastity cage that he wore over his cock, which happened to be the smallest possible cage she could find. She liked to remind him that he had something that looked more like an extended clitoris than an actual penis.

For my own part, my clit ring was attached to the base of his chastity cage, my cunt secured tightly right next to his locked penis. Even without that fastening, our collars were also attached, and my arms were pulled tightly behind me, clipped to the back of the tight corset that she liked to have me wear. The clit ring too was something she just wanted me to get, presumably because of that other girl we once had around who had one too. She liked to pull on it, and generally attached my leash to it rather than to my collar. It was still highly embarrassing to be dragged around like that, and my clit was forever red and swollen from all the yanking it got.

One of the hardest parts of these sessions was actually just standing up. Rebecca had long ago exchanged the skyscraper heels for outright ballet boots that had my foot standing on tiptoe. The previous shoes had been torturous, but these things were hellish compared. That didn’t stop her putting me on a treadmill and clipping my clit ring to the front of the machine so that I had to walk myself fast enough or get a cruel yanking on my clitoris. Just standing hurt like hell, though.

Other than the heels and the constricting corset around my waist I was actually naked for a change. Rebecca liked to keep me dressed up in whatever fantasy currently got her juices going. The whole schoolgirl thing was a common one for sure. And so my enormous breasts were completely on display, squeezed between my body and Clitty’s. Rebecca had very much leaned into her enjoyment of watching me have sex with other partners, and had at some point decided that I should just look like a real porn star and made me get enormous fake boobs, complete with nipple piercings. They were gravity defying almost comical spheres floating on my chest. Even if I was capable of intellectual conversation these days nobody would be able to take me seriously again.

But I wasn’t capable of that. I could think it, but I certainly couldn’t vocalise it. The permanent adaptations had left me a giddy bimbo who giggled virtually all the time and blushed when she got confused by big words. Everything I sprouted from my lips made me soon like a buffoon. I didn’t even want to speak it was so completely embarrassing, but Rebecca encouraged me to share my mind and laugh at my most recent inability to comprehend even the most basic sentences. She hadn’t stopped with mere linguistics, though, and I now apparently wet myself when I felt nervous, whilst my clit would unreasonably throb with excitement whenever a man was talking to me.

So, yeah, Rebecca had been busy. This whole business with Clitty had been going on for a while too-- perhaps three months or so. I didn’t know who it was or what he looked like, since he essentially wore a gimp suit the whole time and never spoke. What I did know was that it was supposedly my job to tease and torment him. Multiple times throughout the day he would be tied up and left with me to do everything I could to try and make him get hard in his tiny cage. Apparently by encouraging him to attempt to harden in the cage, and not having the room to do so, he would eventually find it near impossible to ever have an erection again-- even without the cage. It was cruel, but it was hardly beyond something that Rebecca would take pleasure from. And I was directed to be pretty ruthless, licking and sucking on the cage, riding him, and shoving my massive tits in his face. I dressed up and strip-teased for him, I fucked other men right next to him, and I rode a plastic cock sheath placed around his own penis cage. If he was going to get hard then he would’ve done it by now.

I knew that Rebecca also liked to put on a huge strap-on and pound his ass until his cock dribbled out whatever mess he could manage through the cock cage, cumming whilst completely flaccid. I was expected to lick up whatever came out of his cock, but it wasn’t really that much. She was doing some serious damage to that penis, that was for sure. He might never again be able to satisfy a woman with that thing. And that wasn’t to even mention all the berating that Rebecca gave him-- constantly telling him what a loser he was, and how women would never want to fuck his tiny penis. It was clearly amusing to her to destroy his confidence and mentally ruin his ability to get hard, even had he been more physically able.

And so I probably shouldn’t have been particularly surprised when later that day she had me lie back on a random mattress in a derelict part of town and unlocked Clitty’s cock cage in front of me.

“Today you finally get an orgasm, Naughty. But only if Clitty can get it up for you. Clitty’s cock is the only way I’ll allow you to cum.”

She turned her attention to him.

“Well, what are you waiting for, give Naughty what she needs.”

I looked at his diminutive and shrivelled up penis and knew almost instantly that it wasn’t going to be able to excite me enough. He was definitely horny, though, and desperately wanted to take the opportunity to put his cock in something now that he had been released. He pushed himself against my cunt embarrassingly, completely flaccid and frankly useless.

“Tell him how useless his cock is, Naughty.”

It was so cruel, but my ditsy voice echoed her words, berating him with my bimbo-like attitude.

There was a homeless guy standing not too far away, watching whatever craziness was going on where we were. Rebecca spotted him.

“Hey, you-- would you like to fuck my little pet?”

It wasn’t the first time that Rebecca had tried to whore me out in public. Sometimes she actually succeeded-- homeless guys were almost always up for it. The coat I’d been allowed to wear to cover my virtually naked body was cast off to the side of the mattress already, so I was very much exposed to the eyes of any passers-by. This guy would’ve seen how enormous my tits were by now, and that was seemingly very difficult for a guy to say no to. Well, except in the case of Clitty, I guessed. The homeless man wandered over, eyes wide with amazement.

“It’s not a trick,” Rebecca ventured, “go ahead, fuck her. Show this loser here how it’s done.”

There wasn’t any further delay-- he unzipped himself and climbed on top of me, his cock hurriedly brought to erectness. This was always the humiliating part-- when Rebecca would just invite guys to make use of me with no regard for what I thought about it. I could see that she had her phone out to video me getting violated by this scruffy individual. This was something she often did, and would couple it with later sessions spent sat together on the sofa, her hand casually fingering my slit whilst she made me watch men having sex with me. She didn’t want me to like it, she just wanted my body to react to it. And now I always got wet when I knew she was whoring me out, and I already knew that later this week we would be cosied up watching this very scene on repeat.

And then his cock was inside me. Another of Rebecca’s alterations came to the fore the moment I was penetrated-- pathetic pornstar noises and dirty talk rained forth from my lips, the man not quite expecting how suggestive I could be. It made him push harder, more decisively, his pleasure quickly evident. Rebecca had wanted me to be more like her own personal pornstar, and that’s what she essentially got. I knew it all excited her. She made me worship her body a lot. And I had to ride a lot of cock to be allowed that privilege. She had long ago implemented a ‘cash in’ system where I could earn points to worship different parts of her body. One point was granted by letting a man use all of my holes, as well as spank, paddle and cane my bottom, plus be given a tit-job to completion-- but not necessarily in that order. At the bottom end of the scale, twenty points got me ten minutes with her feet, whilst her tits were reserved for cashing in a whopping two-hundred. But because she liked to have me worship her pussy the most and that cost me fifty points, I was very much in debt currently. I was hovering around two-thousand in the red, and she fully expected me to re-pay the difference.

I brushed my long blonde hair out of my eyes as he fucked me, loving every second of it. Of course Rebecca had encouraged me to grow my hair super long and dye it unreasonably blonde. I already knew the guy wasn’t going to last very long-- I was super hot way before Rebecca made me into some porn celebrity archetype, but now I really drained a guy’s balls. Barely three minutes after inserting himself into me, he was about to blow his load. He pulled out and messily sprayed all across my body, barely able to contain himself. As he eventually calmed down and began to truly savour what had just happened, Rebecca caught his attention again.

“If you have any friends around, go and get them. They can all have a turn.”

Oh fuck-- she was shameless in humiliating me. Conversely, Clitty was still completely limp and tiny. He’d just stood there whilst the homeless guy pounded away at me. I didn’t feel like there was much of a chance that I was getting an orgasm today. I doubted he would even be able to last long enough to get me there even if he could find it in himself to get erect. Rebecca slapped Clitty hard around the face and spat on him.

“Poor Naughty has to fuck other men because you’re not able to perform for her. You’re pathetic.”

He mumbled something intelligible.

“She’s going to lie there and get fucked over and over until you’re ready to satisfy her, do you understand? It’s all your fault that she’s going to be fucked.”

And that was precisely what happened. Every guy that happened to be nearby was invited to fuck me. Eventually the scattered individuals became a crowd, with phones out recording my depravity. Men came back for seconds, brought their friends, or just stroked their dicks whilst they waited for a turn. I had never been whored out on this scale-- I was being gang-banged in public by complete strangers. And it was going to continue for as long as Clitty remained unable to penetrate me. Rebecca kept slapping him and telling him what a failure of a man he was. I had done far too good a job of destroying his manhood. I had teased him so damn good whilst he was all locked up. And now I was being used by so many people, and watched by a literal crowd of even more.

Even though I wasn’t in control of the fucking I didn’t actually have to worry about accidentally cumming. Rebecca had long ago adapted me to need express permission from her to actually be able to physically climax. It been one of her last adaptations, ensuring I would never be able to fuck up ever again. But it meant that I had a very real attachment to Rebecca now-- I literally would never cum again unless she said so. Some of the bigger cocks amongst the group did get me genuinely excited, though. Not that they would’ve noticed any difference in how I reacted-- I was in full porn scripting dirty-talk mode regardless. I took load after load up my pussy and across my body as my words and my silly noises goaded them on. I was a mess. Rebecca kept filming. Clitty stayed completely limp. What could I possibly do to escape this?

The public gang-bang went on and on, my pussy in use virtually non-stop. There was cum in my hair and on my face, across my breasts, all over my cunt. It was everywhere. The crowd had actually thinned out as the day went on, to be replaced by other crowds and now only a steadfast handful continued to linger. She had said last year that she intended to make my yearly orgasms as humiliating as possible, and this was definitely achieving that-- only I still didn’t even know if I was going to climax at all after all of this. Clitty was doing nothing. He really was useless. I didn’t know what I could do to help him get it up. Surely watching me get fucked was the most exciting thing I could possibly offer him?

It was getting dark when the crowds finally dissipated completely, as if bored of the ongoing spectacle. I was still lay on the mattress, legs held wide, cum splattered across my body. I had never felt so completely used in all my life. This was a definite low point amongst everything that Rebecca had had me do thus far, second only to what she sometimes had me do with my potty-- when she really wanted to punish me. I was angry that Clitty could’ve prevented all of this. And did this mean I would have to wait through another year of intense denial before being given another chance to orgasm? Sensing that things would be winding down now, Rebecca leaned down over me.

“Hmm, I don’t want you feeling deflated, Naughty-- you’ve been a good girl today. It’s not your fault Clitty is such a pathetic waste of space.”

She reached down and started to finger my clearly well-used cunt.

“You know, I could bring you out here to this mattress every day this week, and there’s nothing at all you can do about it, is there? If I want to whore you out, I can whore you out.”
She was right-- my leash had been clipped to my clit ring all day and was strewn to one side on the mattress. I hadn’t been able to move an inch since she’d placed me here. I couldn’t object to being fucked, only encourage it. And I certainly couldn’t cum.

“How many worship points did you earn yesterday?” She kept rubbing my clit, trying to get me aroused. Her fingers were still capable of effortlessly exciting me-- and then leaving me dangling perpetually at whatever threshold of pleasure I was at when her hand was removed again.

“Forty-two,” I giggled, sounding far too much like I was proud of that achievement. Oh shit-- her fingers felt good down there.

“Forty-two! You know, I wasn’t even in the house yesterday. I put you in the spare room and you just got on with it. Forty-two cocks in your pussy, your ass and your mouth, Naughty. Even whores don’t fuck that much cock in a day.”

She was deliberately trying to induce shame and it was working, but my arousal was climbing anyway. I was pushing against her fingers now, eager for it. She started to unbutton her blouse whilst she loomed just above me, my eyes guided down her expanding cleavage.

“You haven’t had the chance to worship these for a while, have you?”

I shook my head, transfixed by the limited view she did give me.

“Would you rather be allowed to suck on my titties instead of having an orgasm?”

I looked at her for a moment-- I was definitely irrationally addicted to her breasts these days. It was a difficult decision. I did very much want to put my mouth on them.

“Mm, yeah, I’d totally rather suck on your titties.” A childish giggle followed.

“You didn’t answer immediately, though, did you, Naughty? You had to think about it.”

“Oh-- I’m sowwy! You know how silly I am. I want your titties-- I really really want your titties. So bad. Please let me, like, suck them, and not have cummies.”

“Do you have enough worship points?”

I very much did not. I shook my head with a pouty face.

“I guess you can’t then.” She swiftly re-buttoned her blouse. My frustration just seemed to drive the arousal in my cunt, rapidly reaching a peak. There was no danger of me climaxing, though-- she hadn’t given me permission. She could just keep tweaking me higher and higher.

She continued the torment by slipping off her underwear as I watched. She dangled them in front of me, just far enough away to be out of reach. Finding out what panties she’d be wearing each day was apparently a highlight for me. I genuinely took pleasure from the first sight of her worn undergarments on a given day. Today she’d been wearing a very lacy thong in hot pink. I didn’t think I’d seen them before.

“These are what you get to play with tonight if you’re a good girl.”

Just as irrational as being addicted to her tits was this apparent addiction to her panties. When she said it I was instantly excited, my pussy throbbing at the thought of having her underwear to myself for the night. It had been a common occurrence a year ago, but she’d reduced my access to her underwear and left me craving it. Now it was held out as a reward for good behaviour. Sniffing and licking her used panties all night long was the pinnacle of treats available to me. It was so fucked up. But they were the sexiest panties I’d ever seen. I wanted them so bad. She let them linger for a moment, then slipped them back up her sleek legs and back into place around her crotch where I could no longer see them. I couldn’t shake the image of the tiny garment even long after she’d put them back on.

I was rarely in the box these days. My nights were commonly spent in the spare room. Not on the bed, mind, but kind of on the floor next to it. My night partner was a massive white teddy bear that was apparently named Mr. Cuddles. My collar would be clipped to one around the full-size bears own, and I’d essentially have to lie on top of him like he was an enormous misshaped bed, face down, almost like we were lovers and my partner just happened to be seven foot. None of this would be that bad, of course, but Mr. Cuddles was extremely furry and I always slept naked apart from my perpetually-locked ballet heels. It turned out that the fur was surprisingly arousing against my skin, and I would often hump myself against him uncontrollably. Some nights I barely got any sleep, repeatedly edging myself and completely unable to escape the tantalising softness of his fur. And of course Rebecca would invite people to come and watch me hump the bear, and of course I wouldn’t be able to stop myself regardless of how embarrassing that was.

Rebecca pulled her hand away, happy that I had been worked up into a suitably horny state. I wasn’t difficult to manipulate. I knew it was happening, but it worked anyway. My cunt was always against me, far too keen to be touched and played with. My clit throbbed with continued need. She moved over to Clitty and started to tinker with something behind his hood.

“Have you ever wondered who Clitty actually is? Who this absolute loser of a man is?”

The padlock keeping his full-head hood on came lose, and she peeled away the fabric until it came away fully. I recognised him.

“Yes, it’s the guy I was sleeping with all the time for like a year or so. But actually that’s not even the full story, is it?” She gave Clitty a stern look.

“This guy,” she looked back at me to deliver the bombshell, “is the guy who started all of this.”

Wait-- what?

“He sent the gifts and the notes! He started all of that! We were just normal girls living normal lives, and he fucked us up! I’m just playing the role he chose for me, Naughty, and you’re doing exactly the same. I spend all of my days just coming up with ways to torment you, because he made me do that. He couldn’t even be bothered to do it himself-- he put it all on me. But he fucked up-- he got involved with me, and I started to notice that something wasn’t right. I pretended that I wanted to dominate him, I tied him to the bed-- and with some creative thinking I finally got some answers. By letting me call the shots he created something he no longer really controlled. But I couldn’t get him to undo everything, and so this is where we’re at. Nothing has changed, except he’s not having as much fun any more-- are you, Clitty?”

She slapped his cock a few times, making him squirm, a gag deeply inserted into his mouth to prevent him saying all that much. I didn’t know how to respond to any of this. I did wonder how it had all started-- since Rebecca didn’t show up at my doorstep until much later on. It felt like a lifetime ago that I’d just been forced to work out, watch porn and yearn to touch myself. Rebecca had originally been conditioned to play with herself all of the time, and at some point that had just stopped. I’d assumed that maybe it had been her behind everything all along. It certainly felt that way, but we did keep receiving gifts and notes long after she’d moved in, so how could that have even made sense? And wait-- I used to be called Rebecca too. When had that stopped?

“Obviously I’m scared that if I let him go then he can just fuck us up even more. So he’s staying like this until I can come up with something. But, Naughty, look at us! We look identical. How have we never seen this? It’s so obvious. We’re identical twins. I’m your sister-- we just don’t remember it!”

I looked at her incredulously. What else could I do? I kept looking at her and trying to see it. Her face was the same as mine. What she was saying felt so true, but I also just couldn’t seem to accept it. She just looked like me. That’s how it had always been. I knew what identical twins was as a concept, but I couldn’t seem to connect that to us. It sounded right, but I couldn’t convince myself.

“And I keep having parts of my days where I’m doing something and then I’m somewhere else. The same way I can erase things from your memory, I think I’m doing it to myself.”

Rebecca was clearly very agitated. I hadn’t ever seen her like this before.

“I don’t think I’m going to remember this conversation. I don’t know if you will either. Maybe I’ve tried to tell you this dozens of times already, Naughty. Maybe we’re just completely trapped now. I just know that I have to keep coming up with new ways to frustrate and humiliate you, and I really don’t want to keep doing that. I don’t know how my mind comes up with all of this stuff, it’s beyond cruel. I’m so sorry-- but I know that I’m not going to be able to stop. I need you to know that I love you, though.”

My attention had clearly wandered. Rebecca was looking at me intently, having just removed her fingers from between my legs. For a moment something felt different. And then she pulled herself away, eyes hardening.

“I’m sorry that Clitty couldn’t perform today, Naughty. I think we both knew he was going to disappoint, though-- he’s such a failure of a man. Maybe next year he’ll be more keen.”

She moved over to him and presented his chastity cage. She effortlessly placed it over his shrivelled cock and locked it back in place. She then placed his hood back over his head-- I didn’t actually recall him being released from it in the first place. I caught a glance of his face and swore that I recognised him from somewhere. My mind was drawn way backwards, running around as a little girl. This guy looked like someone from my distant past. Did I go to school with him..? But why did he live with my parents, and my sister and I? Was I really sure about any of this? It was just a guy. It could be anybody. I didn’t know why I was so suddenly trying to dredge things up from my deep past.

“But whilst you’re out here, Naughty,” she fished something out from behind some garbage cans, and I genuinely didn’t know how she’d possibly hidden it from me earlier, “maybe you can use your potty outside for a change.”

She placed it on the floor nearby, smiling to herself. I hated everything about the potty. I had control over nothing. My cunt continued to throb, caught on the precipice of orgasm.

“Get on your potty, Naughty.”

I moved over hurriedly, trying not to care that there was cum getting everywhere whilst I moved. Most of it was dried on by now, but there were still a few loose strands flying around. I looked from side to side, desperate not to see anyone-- it would be truly mortifying to be witnessed sat on a little potty out here, my body dripping with spunk-- much of it on my gravity-defying tits-- my pussy clearly very well used-- all kinds of red and sore.

“Go ahead and poop.”

I responded immediately, just as I always did. She slapped me, and I knew this wasn’t going to be quick.

“Who owns your frustrated little pussy?”

I wanted to look around to make sure that nobody was watching this, but she demanded my full attention. The daily potty mantra was designed for maximum humiliation, perched over my own wastes whilst she had me pledge my allegiance for increasingly long periods of time, the smacks to my face between lines ensuring that my mind stayed firmly in the present, and resolutely on her.

“You do!”

“Who owns your filthy ass?”

“Mm, you do!”

“And who knows your sexy mouth?”

“You definitely do.”

“I think you’ll be pooping outside a lot more often now, Naughty.” She slapped me again. “Who owns your frustrated little pussy?”

This continued for long minutes, forcing my eyes to stay fixed looking at her from my potty. I thought I heard footsteps and curious voices, but I managed to stay attentive, allowing myself to be captivated by her. I knew only too well that failure to do as I was instructed in these circumstances was far beyond perilous-- I was sat right above the most ominous and blatantly obvious means of punishing me for any such disorderliness.

After far too long, she finally relented, pleased with my greatly reluctant display of subservience.

“Poop again for me, Naughty.”

I did, just as instantly.

“Poop again.”

My body tried, but there was nothing to produce.

“Are you all done..? Is that everything?”

I nodded in acquiescence, embarrassed that this whole charade was still going on. Hadn’t I been humiliated enough for one day? I had held out some conceited hope that I might somehow get an orgasm after everything she’d put me through, but that clearly wasn’t to be the case. At least I would have Rebecca’s panties to play with tonight. It was a tiny victory, but I had to take what I could get.

“So, I had the whole year to think about the most degrading way to give you an orgasm once we finally got around to having to do that again. I was fine with Clitty providing for you, if he could, but I think we both knew that was never going to happen. His cock is just completely broken. But that’s fine, because I realised there was a far more humiliating way to make you cum. Possibly even the most humiliating way imaginable.”

She was looking at me with a very mischievous expression on her face.

“Clean your potty for me, Naughty. Take your time.”

No! I hadn’t done anything wrong! Not here-- not anywhere-- don’t make me do this again!

Rebecca watched me whilst I leapt off the potty and immediately buried my head in the bowl.

I could sense her moving closer behind me. “And now you have permission to cum, Naughty.”

I felt her fingers reach down between my legs, very gently working across my still thoroughly-buzzing clit whilst I began cleaning up my own filth. My legs began to tremble. Oh, please-- not like this. Not like this. Oh fuck--

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Epilogue

I was kneeling by the front door. My bushy tail was wagging continuously, shuffling my bum from side to side in a very visual display of my excitement. Rebecca would be home soon-- and even if I hadn’t been left perched on the edge of an orgasm for the entirety of the last three months or so-- I would still be greatly looking forward to seeing her again. I didn’t technically have to be there right besides the front door when she returned, since my leash hadn’t been attached for quite some time, but I definitely wanted to all the same. I had spent my day cleaning the house-- dressed in the usual maid attire-- and Alfred had long since retired from needing to be there to discipline me for a lack of gusto during such chores. I loved to clean my owners home, I literally looked forward to it every day. Just as I greatly looked forward to kneeling besides the door and waiting for her arrival afterwards.

I had dressed myself in the sexy schoolgirl outfit today, knowing it was her favourite. I’d spent an hour making sure my long floaty pigtails were just the way she liked. I reached down and slipped my fingers into my panties, testing my wetness. My fingers came up to my mouth and I licked them clean. I hadn’t been made to eat cum in a long time, and I could only conclude that I had been wired up to still want filth in my mouth. I somehow felt deprived of it. Rebecca hadn’t discouraged me from tasting myself, and so I would get my fix that way from time to time while I was home alone.

The door handle started to turn and my tail wagged much faster. Rebecca walked in, smiling down at me pleasantly. She took off her boots and placed them before me. I got to work without delay, licking every surface of the shiny material. Rebecca entered the house proper whilst I continued to clean her footwear, quickly discovering the bath that I had made up for her just recently, complete with bubble bath and scented candles. Once I’d finished with her shoes, I knelt outside the bathroom instead, waiting for her to finish savouring the cleansing bath that I’d prepared for her.

Half an hour later she came back out, clad in a long bath-robe. She was happy to see me.

“Thank you, Naughty, that was very nice.” My tail wagged aggressively. She reached down and gave me a short but passionate kiss on my lips. I let out a whimper as she stepped away, desperate to be allowed to worship her in any way she chose. She climbed onto the bed and I waited for permission to join her. I had been sleeping in her bed for a long time at this point. She had to tell me off on occasion because I found it hard to sleep whilst so close to her, my pussy buzzing away with arousal around the clock, and the nights were no different. Sometimes she insisted on falling asleep with her arms locked around me, and these nights were particularly difficult to deal with-- I could barely contain myself, shuffling and humping the air in rampant desire.

She beckoned me up onto the bed and I went straight for her feet. I could taste how incredibly clean and luscious-smelling she was as I nuzzled my way through her toes. She didn’t object as my mouth slowly worked up her legs and finally onto her crotch. I licked her delicateness as she gripped the bedsheets in sheer delight. I was amazing at licking pussy. I knew I was. Especially when it came to licking Rebecca’s slit. I knew exactly what she liked. I could get there quickly or I could draw it out for an hour or more. And I never tired of licking her. I could do this all evening.

“Oh fuck-- Naughty, yes! Yes!”

She always came so hard when I licked her. I loved watching her cum. She may be my owner, but when my lips were on her pussy it was almost as if she was mine. The longer I spent with her cunt, the more control I felt I had. After three particularly intense orgasms I was brazen and moved myself up to her mouth, kissing her frantically. She wrapped her arms around me and let her excitement flow freely. Our lips separated after a long while and her head fell back on the pillow below.

“Oh Naughty-- you’re just so perfect the way you are, aren’t you?”

I looked at her whilst I attempted to nuzzle on her neck, trying to work my way down to her amazing breasts. I just wanted to worship her. Every part of her.

“I’m supposed to reset you, but I really can’t bring myself to do it. Oh shit-- you’re so fucking good at this.”

I had no idea what she meant, but I had teased her bathrobe open and could finally see her luscious curves beneath.

“I mean, I know I really broke you a few months ago. And you don’t even care, do you?”

I had reached her breasts now, licking and sucking on them. I was in heaven. Rebecca moaned whilst she watched me.

“The longer I let you stay broken, the harder it gets to erase all that has happened since. You’re perfect just like this. I don’t want to reset you. I want this. You want this. I think you really do want this. Hell, you’re more free than I am from a certain point of view.”

She stopped me and pulled me back up to look at her.

“Do you want this? Like, really want it?”

“Oh yes-- fuck yes, I just want to worship you!”

I reached my hand down between her legs and expertly started to tease her clit. She bit her lip and let me continue.

“Don’t be, like, mad-- but I might have kinda’ let Clitty go.”

Rebecca sat up suddenly.

“What..?”

“I feel like we don’t need him here! We have each other now. He’s been kept in there so long, and he makes you feel all mean and stuff when you see him. It’s better like this. It’s just us. It’s simple.”

“So, you released him? He’s gone..?”

Her eyes were wide and incredulous. I felt dreadful that I’d done something to anger her. It had felt like the right thing to do at the time-- now I was wishing that I hadn’t overstepped.

“I’m sowwy! Please don’t be mad!”

We both heard something near the front door, and Rebecca leapt up to investigate, her bathrobe suddenly pulled tight again. I watched from the bed-- curious if nothing else, whilst Rebecca disappeared for a while. She came back brandishing a reasonably-sized pink gift box that had presumably been dropped through the letterbox. Rebecca handed it to me, rather too dutifully.

There was a note attached to the outside. I read only the part that was addressed to me.

‘Okay, Naughty, I think it’s Rebecca’s turn to know what constant and overwhelming sexual frustration feels like. She no longer has any control over you. I want you to ensure that nothing ever touches, licks or fucks her cunt ever again. I don’t even want her to get wet or excited down there-- erase that hole from her existence completely. She trained you so well, but now you will train her instead. Begin immediately-- Rebecca’s last orgasm was her last ever orgasm.”

I looked up at Rebecca, who seemed to already know something of the situation, her eyes wide and her expression bleak. I felt only an enormous loss, though-- I knew I’d never again get to lick her pussy, and I desperately wanted to. But even worse than that: I was currently perched right on the edge of orgasm, just as I had been for the last few months. If she had lost control then Rebecca would no longer be able to release me from that state. My cunt would be buzzing with intense arousal forever, with no-one able to tip me over the edge no matter what. I was facing a lifetime of extreme horniness.

I casually opened up the gift box and found a large paddle contained within. I walked over to Rebecca and brushed open her bathrobe. She was clearly still wet. I wanted to lick her so bad, but I knew I was supposed to discipline her instead. Regular inspections; regular paddling for unwarranted dampness. I remembered it well. She didn’t fight me as I put her over my lap and began her re-training with a firm smack, my impossibly juvenile voice telling her exactly why she deserved it. Since it was her favourite, I already knew I would have to torment her by wearing this outfit regularly, and it was surely pretty messed up that she now had some bratty bimbo schoolgirl dictating to her how things were going to be, thrust atop her tartan skirt to be spanked instead of the other way around.

I noticed that Rebecca just seemed to get wetter and wetter. This was kinda’ fun. But maybe that was just because I was eternally aroused and buzzing. Maybe some part of me felt like this was payback after everything she had put me through-- even though I totally adored her. Either way, Rebecca’s luscious behind was far from unblemished now. I smiled to myself and smacked her particularly hard.