Cheering Master Up
by Downwell80
Written originally for a contest on Unlikely's discord. Major mind control, bimbofication and misogyny themes, some watersports, painplay and sadism.
You know the drill. In the words of AllTheseRoadworks, this is my kink, not my politics. Enjoy, and since this is my first ever work of kink writing, feedback or even concrit is always appreciated!
Kitty’s master was having a very bad day, and so she knew she had to do everything possible to fix it.
First was the obvious stuff. She’d done herself up in her best outfit - twin pigtails, pink eyeshadow, matching lipstick. A big, gaudy, golden collar that said ‘whore’ and a pink tank-top with ‘bimbo’ written across the front in the font from Barbie. A luminescent pink mini-skirt, no panties, and platform heels.
She’d jammed a push-pin into her right tit until she cried to make her makeup nice and runny - Master always said she was prettiest when crying, after all. It was just how he liked her, and she knew he was going to be hard as a rock from the instant he walked through the door. She looked like a fucktoy, an embarrassment, somebody nobody would ever take seriously, just as she should.
After that, she got to cooking. A proper meal for her husband, made to an michelin standard. Lobster and caviar. Master owned a fortune 500 company, and though she was too retarded to be trusted with a credit card, that meant the pantry was well stocked. She only took occasional breaks from cooking to make the bed, dust the shelves, clean up alcohol bottles, cum-stains and the smashed television from last night. Master had lost at a video game, and taken the frustration out on the television, and she’d had to suck his cock for hours before he stopped fuming.
She looked over their penthouse apartment, the one she hadn’t left in months.
Floor? Hoovered and mopped.
TV? Replaced, glass shards swept up.
Favourite video games? Stocked.
Her fucktunnel? She slid two fingers into herself, masturbating until she was soaked.
And the food smelled delicious.
All was right in the world.
Floor? Hoovered and mopped.
TV? Replaced, glass shards swept up.
Favourite video games? Stocked.
Her fucktunnel? She slid two fingers into herself, masturbating until she was soaked.
And the food smelled delicious.
All was right in the world.
The elevator let out a ding, indicating somebody was using it. A little display above the door showing the elevator rise from the first floor to the second, the third. It was a little timer, a warning for her. She had been in the middle of setting the table, but the moment she heard it, she started to rush to the door in a panic. She put the turkey down on the table, set out the lobster as the elevator hit floor five, floor six. Pulling the chairs out, putting out the cutlery, a nice cold beer for Master as it reached floor seven, floor eight. She broke into a sprint, reaching the door and dropping onto her knees, tits out. Floor nine. She had seconds to do one last check. Her cunt was wet - her eyes weren’t! She’d ruined her makeup crying this morning, but hadn’t hurt herself since!
She was too used to pinching and twisting her tits or clit for that to work on such short notice. She pressed one of her long, pink-painted nails into her palms until a droplet of blood welled up , the nail digging into a little scar left behind from doing this a dozen times over in the past weeks. She felt her eyes wetten as pain surged through her. Perfect. She looked up at the door as the elevator rung at floor ten. He was here.
Kitty’s master came in looking exhausted. Five o’clock shadow stubbed his face, hair damp from the rain, a mean gleam in his eye. He was a little short, Kitty was tall enough with her heels that her tits were right at his eye level, never giving him an excuse to look away from them. He wore a plain t-shirt he wouldn’t have changed in weeks if she hadn’t been cleaning and replacing them nightly for him.
She looked up at him with wide, doe-like eyes. Oozing sex, oozing pain, oozing devotion. His eyes gazed down her plastic tits, the pigtails, the gaudy jewellery.
He looked down at her and sneered. “Not in the fucking mood. What’s for dinner?”
She just put on a pearly white smile. She’d expected that, or worse. No matter, cheering him up is what she’s for.
She just put on a pearly white smile. She’d expected that, or worse. No matter, cheering him up is what she’s for.
“Hehee, I made it all special, sir! Lobster and- like, delicious stuff. Caviar, that’s for fancy people, right?”
“Ugh, christ. No, screw fancy, I just want a beer and a fucking pizza. Throw it all out, order me something online.”
“Yes, sir!” She jumped up, making sure to go fast enough her big titties bounced for him. She cheerily put everything into the trash that she’d worked so hard on all day, not lamenting the loss at all. So long as Master was happy, she was happy. She ordered a pizza, struggling a little with the fancy words and remembering how to access Google, whilst her Master slumped down on the couch, grunting in exhaustion. He grabbed the remote, not even noticing it was a new tv and a new remote as he started channel-surfing for something to watch.
“Ugh, christ. No, screw fancy, I just want a beer and a fucking pizza. Throw it all out, order me something online.”
“Yes, sir!” She jumped up, making sure to go fast enough her big titties bounced for him. She cheerily put everything into the trash that she’d worked so hard on all day, not lamenting the loss at all. So long as Master was happy, she was happy. She ordered a pizza, struggling a little with the fancy words and remembering how to access Google, whilst her Master slumped down on the couch, grunting in exhaustion. He grabbed the remote, not even noticing it was a new tv and a new remote as he started channel-surfing for something to watch.
He lit up a cigarette, and on smelling the smoke, she rushed to his side. Opened her mouth. Tears streamed down her cheek as he stubbed out the burning cigar on her tongue, tapped away the ash into her mouth.
She held it open, letting the ash stay there, stinging the back of her throat as her tongue burned.
“Hold.”
She held it, no matter how much it hurt, how much it burned.
“Hold.”
She held it, no matter how much it hurt, how much it burned.
“Swallow.”
And then she swallowed the ash. Nodding along. A good girl should be her Master’s ashtray. A good girl should be anything her Master wants her to be.
But she didn’t even get a ‘good girl’ for her dutiful performance. Her heart fell a little, Master really was in a mood today. He just took a swig of his beer and put on an episode of Simpsons, ignoring her.
And then she swallowed the ash. Nodding along. A good girl should be her Master’s ashtray. A good girl should be anything her Master wants her to be.
But she didn’t even get a ‘good girl’ for her dutiful performance. Her heart fell a little, Master really was in a mood today. He just took a swig of his beer and put on an episode of Simpsons, ignoring her.
She stayed kneeling. She wasn’t allowed to stand up again without permission after being used. Her mouth was wide open, lips getting dry, parched. She just had to watch Master scratch his balls and chuckle occasionally at the tv. She couldn’t really follow the plot of the episode with her stupid girl brain, mostly she was focused on not drooling over the faint bulge of his cock hidden under his sweatpants. Well, on not drooling too much, anyway. A line of drool ran down her chin and onto her tits, just from having her mouth open this long.
Eventually the episode ended. Master turned another one on.
The doorbell rang. She still wasn’t allowed to go get it. It rang a second time and she still just knelt there. She knew Master would be mad, knew she should get the door, but she still didn’t have permission, so she didn’t. Master seemed to realise something was wrong after a few seconds. He scowled and looked around. “Bitch, get the fucking door! Where the fuck are- augh!”
He almost jumped out of his skin seeing her right in front of him, not having moved an inch. “Shit, have you been there the whole time? Fucking retard, you’re meant to be working! A woman is for keeping my balls empty and my stomach filled and right now you’ve managed neither. Go!”
“Yes, sir! Sorry sir!” Now able to move, she rushed to grab the food, bowing and scraping for forgiveness. She threw open the door to come face to face with a cute, young delivery boy. The poor guy’s eyes almost bulged out of his head seeing her so nearly naked, so thoroughly slutted up. Kitty saw the man form a hard-on instantly, and part of her yearned to treat it. But Master came first. Master always came first.
So she grabbed the pizza, closed the door and rushed back to Master to hand it over. Her plastic titties jiggled from the movement, the weight making her poor back ache. The prices she payed for being a perfect sex-toy.
“Good retard. Feed it me.”
She took the pizza slice by slice and offered it him, delivering it to his mouth whilst he scratched his big, fat, churning balls. She sighed in delight just thinking about his cock, and just about every glance anywhere near his legs made her think about his cock. But now wasn’t the time to get distracted.
She had his attention for the first time all day. It was time to try to ask about what was upsetting him.
She took the pizza slice by slice and offered it him, delivering it to his mouth whilst he scratched his big, fat, churning balls. She sighed in delight just thinking about his cock, and just about every glance anywhere near his legs made her think about his cock. But now wasn’t the time to get distracted.
She had his attention for the first time all day. It was time to try to ask about what was upsetting him.
“Soooooo, like-” She started, trying to think of how best to phrase this. “How was your day? I kin’a saw on the telly that you weren’t doing so good?”
“What the fuck were you watching the tv for…?” He asked, more confused than angry. TV was for people with brains, it had so many fancy words! She always struggled with it, but…
“I watch for stuff about your com-pan-ee, sir! Makes me all giggly and hot to hear them talking about you.”
“Oh, right, well- yeah. Those motherfuckers are trying to force me out, they say I’m not competent to run a fortune-500 company like MillCo. Who gives a shit if I’m competent, I own the company anyway, you signed the papers your fucking self.”
“Yeah, hehee! Like, being a CEO was too hard for a set of fuckholes like me, I dunno how I even got that position.”
“You sucked the old owner’s cock for it, sweetie, like I told you.” He ruffled her hair like she was a child and she giggled like a moron. She probably had a lower IQ than one anyway. She nodded along. She didn’t really remember doing anything like that, Master was always right.
“Right, yeah! But it, uh, couldn’t you just, like, give them the funny pills you gave me to make me understand?”
Master recoiled at that, face twisting into a mask of disgust. “Ugh, no! It’s a fucking love potion, and I’m not a fag. Mr Oatis is the main one militating against me, and fucker’s like seventy. Fat, too. Ugh.” He drowned his disgust with a chug of his beer, before almost coughing it up again. “Fuck. Bad whore, I wanna hurl just thinking about it…”
“Then maybe I could talk with ‘em? People always like to do you favours if it means they get to use my cunny!”
He slapped her, hard. There was a crack like thunder as her head whipped back, a stark red handprint forming on her cheeks. Ah, there were the tears, nice and natural, wetting her cheeks, making them sting for two reasons instead of one.
“I watch for stuff about your com-pan-ee, sir! Makes me all giggly and hot to hear them talking about you.”
“Oh, right, well- yeah. Those motherfuckers are trying to force me out, they say I’m not competent to run a fortune-500 company like MillCo. Who gives a shit if I’m competent, I own the company anyway, you signed the papers your fucking self.”
“Yeah, hehee! Like, being a CEO was too hard for a set of fuckholes like me, I dunno how I even got that position.”
“You sucked the old owner’s cock for it, sweetie, like I told you.” He ruffled her hair like she was a child and she giggled like a moron. She probably had a lower IQ than one anyway. She nodded along. She didn’t really remember doing anything like that, Master was always right.
“Right, yeah! But it, uh, couldn’t you just, like, give them the funny pills you gave me to make me understand?”
Master recoiled at that, face twisting into a mask of disgust. “Ugh, no! It’s a fucking love potion, and I’m not a fag. Mr Oatis is the main one militating against me, and fucker’s like seventy. Fat, too. Ugh.” He drowned his disgust with a chug of his beer, before almost coughing it up again. “Fuck. Bad whore, I wanna hurl just thinking about it…”
“Then maybe I could talk with ‘em? People always like to do you favours if it means they get to use my cunny!”
He slapped her, hard. There was a crack like thunder as her head whipped back, a stark red handprint forming on her cheeks. Ah, there were the tears, nice and natural, wetting her cheeks, making them sting for two reasons instead of one.
“Fucking gross! I’m not letting that fat bastard use you, you’d probably get an STD. Besides, it’s just not sexy. I wouldn’t want to watch him use you, and it’s no fun if I can’t watch.”
Kitty sighed a little. Nothing was working, all her attempts were coming to naught.
So she went with her usual, her default. She wiggled her hips in a way that drew Master’s eyes to her nice, big ass, and with a purr in her voice, she said “Then how about I suck your cock, sir? You always have your best ideas after filling me up with your thick, hot cum~”
She pawed at the fabric of his pants, and Master’s eyes lit up. “First smart idea you’ve had all day.”
He unzipped his pants, and out flopped his hard erection. It was modest - about half an inch below average. In Kitty’s eyes it was the biggest cock in the world.
Kitty sighed a little. Nothing was working, all her attempts were coming to naught.
So she went with her usual, her default. She wiggled her hips in a way that drew Master’s eyes to her nice, big ass, and with a purr in her voice, she said “Then how about I suck your cock, sir? You always have your best ideas after filling me up with your thick, hot cum~”
She pawed at the fabric of his pants, and Master’s eyes lit up. “First smart idea you’ve had all day.”
He unzipped his pants, and out flopped his hard erection. It was modest - about half an inch below average. In Kitty’s eyes it was the biggest cock in the world.
Her mouth started to water as she wrapped her big lips around his tip. Her pick lipstick left wet kiss marks at his base as she took him to the hilt in one swift motion, long since having been trained out of her gag reflex.
“Oh fuuuuuck that’s good.”
Master threw his head back, letting out a heated moan of pleasure. He tangled his fingers through her hair, at first gentle, but then he gripped her. Pain ran through her as he grabbed her hair and shoved her face down onto his rod.
Master threw his head back, letting out a heated moan of pleasure. He tangled his fingers through her hair, at first gentle, but then he gripped her. Pain ran through her as he grabbed her hair and shoved her face down onto his rod.
He used her more like an fleshlight than a woman. Dictating her pace, setting a rapidfire one that thoroughly abused her poor throat. It was so much worse than simply being held down at his base and choked, the split-second gaps as he pulled her head back, off his cock, tempted her to take in a breath each time.
She knew she’d just choke on it if she did. Her mouth wasn’t empty enough to really inhale. And if she started to choke, Master would punish her. She just had to have the discipline to suffocate herself until he came.
She just prayed he blew his load in her before she passed out. Her face started to turn red, her chest tight. She did everything she could to encourage him, cupping and jiggling her tits, pulling her bimbo pink barbie top off to expose her tits for him, moaning like a whore.
It was hard to focus. She loved his cock so much. Every neuron in her brain was firing at once with utmost pleasure. The sweet taste of it in her mouth, the salty sweat on her tongue. The tightness in her chest like she can’t breathe. The scent of it filling her lungs in place of air. It enchanted her. It was her purpose.
With a heaving moan he came down her throat. His cum never even touched her tongue, he shoved her down to the base to choke her as his cock throbbed and unloaded into her.
Her face was starting to turn blue now, darkness encroaching on the edges of her vision. She looked up at him, met his eyes, gave him a pleading, stupid, doe-like look. Silently begging to be allowed to breathe.
He considered it a second.
Then with a sigh, he relaxed fully, let go of his bladder, and pissed into her stomach too. Then, and only then, did he let her go.
Her chest heaved as she took in an almighty breath. She felt heady and fuzzy-headed - well, moreso than usual - as she took a second, just a second, to recover herself. Her breath trembled, which set her tits to shaking.
And then she nuzzled in between his cock and balls. None of his juices had touched her tongue - a blessing in the case of his piss, and a curse in the case of his cum. She wanted to get a taste what little was left on his rod, her cunt ached for it. She licked and lapped his cock clean, and once that was done, savoured the sweat on his balls for a little extra treat.
The two of them spent their time like that for the next couple of hours, until Master went to sleep.
—
At three in the morning, she was still awake. She’d snuggled up with Master as he fell asleep in bed, using her tits as a pillow, but she still had so much work to do. Cleaning the dishes from the meal they hadn’t eaten, preparing tomorrow’s outfit, and everything else. She hadn’t had a moment to do any of it since Master got home, she was too busy pampering him, so this was her only chance to get the work done. She had to do it quietly, too, so as not to wake him up.
But her eyes kept drifting to his laptop. Thoughts percolating in her tiny brain.
She knew she wasn’t allowed to think thoughts. They always made her sad, so Master had banned them. But these ones wouldn’t go away.
She’d failed. She hadn’t cheered Master up, made the bad people stop bothering him. He was still mad at all those jerks back at MillCo.
But she’d used to be a CEO, right? She used to be in charge of those jerks. Maybe she could still do something about it?
But that would require remembering who she’d used to be. That would require thinking. And that would probably make her cry, and not in the sexy way Master liked. If he ever found out, Master would be furious. Whip her tits or threaten to kick her out and leave her with no Master to take care of her.
Her heart tightened a little at the thought, and worse still, she got very, very dry between her legs. The worst of tortures.
But it would cheer Master up. Make him happy. Surely it was her job as his fucktoy to do it anyway, then? No matter how much it hurt?
She opened his laptop. It used to be her work laptop after all. She didn’t have to remember her old password, Master had decided it was too complicated, she knew it was ‘password’ now. Even she could remember that!
She was immediately bombarded with porn. Men railing, using and pissing on women. Urinals, interracial. Master had yellow fever by the looks! She giggled a little, hands sliding down to her fuckhole, loving what she was seeing as she-
No. No, focus. Don’t get distracted by the yummy cummies on screen, don’t masturbate. This is for Master. She has to do this for him.
With a pain like an empty hole in her chest, she minimised the porn tabs. Went to email.
She could see dozens of messages in here! It looked like the company was in trouble. Mr Oatis was sending him emails with all sorts of rude words, as were several of the other members of the board of directors. Oatis was just as much of a dick as she remembered, but not the big, hot, meaty kind. The sad little whiny kind. That made her sad.
She frowned. This wouldn’t do at all. She didn’t really get any of the fancy numbers anymore - just looking at them made her feel funny, and very unhorny. Fortunately, she didn’t need to understand them.
She wasn’t allowed to remember stuff about her old self. She really wasn’t allowed to. It made her head ache and pound like it was going to crack open, made her dry as a desert, made her chest pound, heart beat like it was about to blow out of her chest. She felt the sting of acid in her throat as her gorge rose. She felt sweat bead down her temple.
But she could just about remember why Mr Oatis had never been mean to her. She could just about remember the affair he’d had with a cute little barista, a few years back. The barista had cute little titties and always wore the hottest miniskirts, so it was one of the few things Kitty had always secretly, guiltily, remembered, just to steal ideas from her.
She could just about remember that big business people didn’t like people having affairs like that, could just about remember that mentioning it meant he’d do anything she wanted.
So she started typing up an email.
So she started typing up an email.
She frowned at the first sentence. It didn’t look right to her, somehow.
‘Deer mistr oatis, I am emaleing you 2 say…’
Maybe it was spelled wrong? It had weird red lines under it. She clicked, and- oh! The computer could fix her spelling! That was perfect, she could let it think for her, no need to strain her retarded little cumdump brain.
She had the computer fix everything up for her and sent the email off. Then she sent similar ones to three other members of the board she remembered having similar blackmail on.
And then she slammed the lapshop shut like it was possessed. She was hyperventilating by now, having strained her poor brain much, much too hard for one night, and it had gotten worse with every email. She started finger-fucking her cunny, letting the endorphins ease the strain, take her worries away.
She soon felt like she was floating on a cloud. She’d done it, after all. Fixed the problem. She was sure, absolutely sure, this would cheer Master up. She was so, so sure he’d love it. He’d be so happy, call her a good girl. He’d fuck her brains out as a reward for sure, maybe even let her orgasm. Oh yes. She’d done a very good job.
And she was sure that meant the next few days would be nothing but smooth sailing and utter, absolute bliss.
—
Two days later, Master was sat in another corporate office, waiting on a meeting. It wasn’t Kitty who came through the door to meet him, but another woman. Taller than her, a brunette, in a tight business suit that did an excellent job of showing off her business assets.
Yes, he thought. She’d do. She’d definitely do.
“Miss Palmer, a pleasure to meet you! Please, sit, sit. Make yourself comfortable, we have much to discuss.”
The woman, Miss Palmer, sat herself down briskly. She looked him over a moment, lips curling into a scowl. “A hoodie to a business meeting, really? You should dress better for something this important. Not making a good impression.”
“It’s casual friday! At least, it is at MillCo” He threw open his arms, chuckling. She was just being a bitch, he quietly thought to himself. He looked forward to putting her in her place. “Anyway, as I’m sure you’ve seen in the news, I’ve been having some issues with the board of MillCo, so I’m expecting to be needing a new source of income. I’m looking to move on to greener pastures.”
“Really?” Miss Palmer raised an arched brow. “I’d heard things had calmed down in the past few days.”
“Ugh, Mr Oatis has gotten off my ass, but I’m pretty sure he’s just biding his time. What, one day he’s a total dick to me, the next he’s all nice and polite? I’m not stupid. He’s up to something, and I’m kicking that company to the curb before he has a chance to finish with whatever that something is.” And with it, that dumb whore Catherine. Or Kitty, as she was known now. He’d probably kick her to the street. She’d be fine, she could always whore herself for money, with tits like that. He had his eyes on a much nicer, fresher prize. One who’s cunt he hadn’t already ruined.
“Anyway, that’s what I’m here to discuss.” He said, reaching into his pocket, for the little love pill. “You’re CEO of Xeratech, right? I’d like to discuss a business arrangement. But first, can I get you anything? A drink, perhaps?”