V shook his head. “You’ll need to show me the only thing you might be good for. You’re going to get fucked by me now.”

Brianna felt relief and excitement. V would finally fuck her! In the next moment she realized this was a proposition. Her mouth asked for an addition to make it more humiliating. “Would you fuck me from behind and make me wear a collar or something like one to help put me in my place?”

“Yes, I’ll fuck you from behind and put you in your place. After that, we’ll see if I want to have anything else to do with you.” He went back to a box. The box contained equipment for contingencies. He pulled out a kitty collar and kitty ears. The ears were a gawdy over-feminine neon pink attached to a clear head band. The collar was black and had a name tag announcing that the wearer was “Pretty Pussy.” Attached to the name tag was a bell that would jingle whenever the wearer moved. Brianna instantly submitted and put them on. After she put them on, he pulled out a kitty food bowl.

He put the food bowl on the floor. He poured milk into the bowl. He said, “You’re too ugly for me to enjoy fucking you while seeing your face. Your body is not worth the trouble. Maybe you could at least entertain me. Let’s see what kind of body control you have when you’re getting fucked. Drink the milk with only your mouth while I fuck you from behind. Look into the lead camera while you swallow. Give a big meow to the camera after each swallow. Don’t you dare spill a drop. The bowl had better be empty before I cum.”

Her subconscious seemed to accept the kitty collar, kitty ears, and milk drinking as “something else to help put me in my place.” She didn’t have to ask for new conditions.

Brianna responded, “Oh yes sir, I’ll do my best. Remember, if you let me stay I’ll do this or anything else you want, any time you want. I’ll even do anything for your girlfriends. Please let me stay with you.”

He carefully placed her facing the lead camera so the cameras would get a full show, one facing her and the others at angles. She got down on all fours with her face toward the lead camera. She felt the butt plug force her anus into the plug’s shape. Her udders swayed under her torso, with her nipples engorged at their ends from weight and desire. He got into position behind her. He placed his hands on her hips to guide her ass. She sluttishly spread her legs wide, silently begging him to take her.

V stood in front of her, slightly to the side so the cameras would continue to record every part of her body. He towered over her. He slowly removed his clothes. Brianna watched him in rapt fascination, opening her mouth as she panted from desire. He finally revealed his erect cock. As she had suspected, the dildo was a copy of the real thing. The rumored birthmark was real. His real cock was far better than the dildo. His cock was what she most desired now. Her cunt suddenly felt a desperate emptiness. She longingly knew exactly what could fulfill her. He slowly walked to stand behind her and he got into position.

He briefly reached around her and grabbed her breasts. Her nipples were always a little sensitive. When he touched her nipples, she felt a pleasurable jolt of sexual electricity. She felt even more alive. She briefly gasped. She knew there was nowhere else she’d rather be. V put his hands on her hips. She braced herself to finally get fucked.

V thrust into Brianna’s cunt. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Her cunt had been begging in need. She had wanted him so, so, so badly. Now his COCK, oh his glorious COCK, was finally in her PUSSY. HIS COCK was in her PUSSY. Her TWAT. Her CUNT. Her FUCKHOLE.

She felt owned by him. She felt her entire body become an accessory to his cock.

He thrust again and again. Brianna could briefly think of nothing else than his cock in her. Nothing else existed in her world. He was taking her. Fucking her. Using her. Owning her. She was glad to be his possession.

After a few thrusts, she remembered she had a job to do. She put her face into the bowl. He repeatedly fucked her cunt from behind. She tried to drink the milk. His thrusts were incredibly powerful. His cock penetrated deep into her. With all the powerful thrusting motions he was performing into her, it was hard for her to keep her face in the bowl long enough to slurp anything. It was also hard for her to mentally concentrate on anything other than being OWNED by HIS glorious COCK. Her breasts jiggled and swayed under her as he dominated her with every thrust.

She managed to get some milk into her mouth. She brought up her face to look at the lead camera and swallowed. The bell in her collar jingled. Her face was covered with the sticky white milk, and it dribbled down her chin. She yelled “MEOW” to the camera, clearly showing her face and kitty ears. She gasped as an especially deep thrust pushed her off-balance, both physically and mentally.

She slurped, showed her face, swallowed, and meowed, again and again. Every time she looked at the lead camera her face was dripping wet with white liquid. Her collar’s bell jingled again and again. The bell emphasized the pounding she was receiving and each time she raised or lowered her head. This was humiliating, but she knew she would do anything for him. The milk’s level went down, but the deep narrow bowl made it hard for her to get the last amount of milk.

It was hard for her to pay attention to drinking the milk because of the incredible sensations in her cunt. His deep thrusts stroked her clitoris, driving her wild with both pleasure and need. His thrusts made it hard for her to think of anything else at all. He eventually thrust into her deeply. He stayed there and she heard him yell out as he came. She felt his warm cum fill her insides.

Her head involuntarily pulled up. Her eyes rolled back. She let out a primal groan as she experienced a mind-blowing orgasm. Followed by another mind-blowing orgasm. Her body quivered. Her pussy lips overwhelmed her with glorious sensations. She felt him pull back and thrust again into her cunt. A third orgasm crashed and rolled over her like a violent ocean storm. For a few moments she could not think at all, she could only be.

Once she started being able to think again, she thought about rules. It was hard to think about rules at a time like this, but she knew they were important. She could get rid of two rules. She’d acquired four rules, but two of them were going away in a year anyway, so they were not her priority.

She dropped the rule for asking about her appearance and the rule about adding more humiliation. She could no longer get rid of any other of her rules, including letting her hair grow long or showing off her breasts. They were now permanent, but at least those two recent rules would go away in a year. She had eliminated two awful rules. She had also gotten laid by a man she’d dreamed of. Sex with him was even better than she’d dreamed.

Brianna felt simultaneously ecstatic and at peace. She had received mind-blowing orgasms from the man who had once been only in her fantasies. Moments before she had been desperate with need. Now her body felt aglow. V pulled out. She sat back on her legs in a kneeling position, enjoying the sensation of peace and relief. She was happy, perfectly happy. She was sure this was one of the best moments she would ever have her life.

V got up and walked in front of her. Brianna instinctively spread her legs and puffed out her ample chest. She was so grateful to him. Her brain was addled from the release of multiple orgasms. She wanted to give her body to him, again and again and again. She wanted his approval. She was his to take. She normally didn’t like kneeling in front of a man, but this was an exception. Feminism be damned. She wanted to be owned by this man.

She felt his cum start to drip out of her cunt. She scraped a little out with her index finger. She spread it on her pussy lips as a symbol of his ownership. She felt like she was marking her own cunt as his territory. She liked that feeling. She scooped out more of his cum from her cunt. She spread it on her hardened nipples. She showed off her glistening tits as his trophy. Her tits were his property. She felt good showing her body to its new owner. She scooped out more cum again. She spread his cum over her lips and cheeks. She licked his cum off her fingers and swallowed. Symbolically her mouth and tongue belonged to him. She stared into his eyes.

She felt as if he somehow understood the symbolism. She wanted more. She scooped out more of his cum from her cunt with her left hand. She continued to stare into his eyes. She slowly traced, with her slick left hand, a path from her pussy to her hip. Her hand kept moving, tracing the path to her ass. She slowly inserted his cum into her anus. She gasped. They stared into each others’ eyes as she penetrated into her anus. She silently vowed to give him her anus whenever he wanted, if only he would take possession of her.

She needed to be his. All the time. She wondered what she could do to win his approval. She’d do anything he asked, she was sure. She’d told women to not change their last names if they got married, but she would do anything if V would let her take his last name. Hell, he could change her first name. She’d gladly pop out as many babies of his as he wanted. He probably liked other women. If he wanted her to be one of many members of his harem, she would be grateful. She wasn’t a lesbian, but she’d pleasure the other women if he wanted her to. She thought about her fantasy. If she was the lowest-ranking member of his harem, but she got laid sometimes by him, it would be fine. What she needed was his approval and this glorious sex. She looked up at him, eager to please. So eager.

V shook his head and sneered. “You didn’t do a good job. There’s still milk in the bowl. There’s some around the bowl too. Your snatch smells like rotting fish. It’s nasty and loose. There are so many other women I’d rather fuck. You’re wasting my time.”

Brianna’s world fell apart. She had failed him. She had displeased him. His disapproval was more than she could handle. He’d rejected her. Her emotions had gotten completely tangled up in the moment. She didn’t want to disappoint him.

Brianna suddenly realized how strange this was. Her emotions weren’t making any sense. She was paying him. V was simply doing what she’d asked him to do minutes ago. She told herself this was only a scene. They’d agreed to do this scene. Her heart did not believe it. She could stop the scene now to regain some composure, but she had earlier asked him to humiliate her this way. If she stopped it, she’d get a new rule. She had to continue.

Brianna begged, “Oh please, I’ll do anything. Let me stay. Fuck me over and over. Do whatever you want.” Brianna knew she was supposed to be acting. She tried to restrain her emotions, but her heart was deeply committed to this feeling.

“I’ll give you another chance. Let’s see if you’re better at blowjobs.”

A proposition. She no longer had to propose a way to make it more humiliating. Yet she’d get a rule if she refused. She also felt a deep need to please him. She looked up at him, her face fearful and eager. “Yes, please, please, give me another chance.”

“Oh, and I’m not cleaning up my cock. You suck it clean, even though it’s covered with your cunt juices. Understand?”

Brianna realized V was adding humiliation. It was clear she had been asking for humiliation. He was also still checking for her consent. He was a professional. She didn’t dare refuse. She’d get a rule if she refused any sexual proposition. Her confused emotions also wanted to avoid anything that might lead him to disapprove of her.

Brianna replied, “yes, I will. Whatever you want.”

He sat down. She knelt in front of him. She was still nude. She didn’t like the degrading position this put her in, kneeling in front of a man to suck his cock. At least she was back to her normal self in one way. She had always tried to avoid this position. She was also still being recorded. Her alternatives seemed worse. She looked at his large cock with the “V” birthmark. His cock was still erect. She knew halfway measures would not be enough. She decided she would service him as no girl had serviced a man before.

She opened her throat and swallowed his entire cock, birthmark and all. She pressed her nose against his abdomen, forcing his pubic hair into her nose and mouth. Her tongue and nose were engulfed by the unpleasant concoction of his sweat, his cum, and her own cunt juices. She needfully sucked as she stroked his cock with her tongue and throat. Her butt plug’s continued presence kept distracting her. At least she’d learned lots of whore tricks. Her hands stroked his body. She did her best to suck him off. He’d cum recently, so it took a while, but V had amazing recovery. She finally managed to get him to cum again. She swallowed every drop. Once she was sure he was done using her as a cumdumpster, she reverently laid his cock down. She pulled her head back so she could easily see his face.

Brianna looked up into his eyes, with the cameras still rolling. Brianna begged, “My body is yours. My things are yours. I don’t care who else you fuck. Your girlfriends can command me. Or your guy friends. If you want, you can sell my body to anyone else, as often as you want. I’ll steal from anyone if you want. I’ll betray my friends if you ask. Anything. I’m begging. Please, let me be with you.”

“I don’t need you. You’re yet another cunt. You’re not a cunt worth my time. I’d say you’re a notch on my cock, but you’re not even worth a lay. You’re no good in bed. You’re no good for anything else.”

“Please? Please! I’ll do anything!”

“Anything, huh? I’ve fucked you. It’s clear I have better things to do. I need a change of pace. Your butt looks like it’s had some wear. I’m sure you deserved it. Maybe a hairbrush to your butt while you’re naked would incentivize you to do better. It might entertain me at least.” V looked at her, trying figure out what Brianna wanted and ensuring he had consent.

Brianna had no interest in getting disciplined, but getting spanked while naked in this context seemed to be a clear sexual proposition. She didn’t want another rule, so she didn’t dare disagree. She nodded in agreement. V got the hairbrush, sat on the bed, and gestured for her to lie across his lap. Brianna laid across his lap, putting her butt exactly where V could most easily hit her butt with the hairbrush. The butt plug’s end visibly showed. The kitty ears and collar she was wearing were humiliating and protected nothing. She was wearing nothing else.

V looked down at her. “Don’t you dare resist, or move away, or try to block anything. You deserve this.”

Brianna turned around and look up at V in horror. Would she get a new rule if she disobeyed? She probably would. She was trapped. Brianna turned to face forward. Her bare butt lay across his lap. She steeled herself for what was coming.