“Bitch Gets Made A Bitch”

Manic Monday

“Bitch! I need your mouth in here. My cock needs to be cleaned,” Master Monday yelled. Bitch was still asleep and he had just about all he could stand. He walked into where she lay, in his laundry room, on her bitch bed. She was curled up in the fetal position, without a blanket, probably because she was naked and freezing because he kept the thermostat at 65° in the summer. She lost her blanket privileges two weeks ago. He also kept a pitcher of water in the fridge for this occasion, which usually happened once a week.

He quietly walked into the laundry room and proceeded to dump the entire pitcher of water on her. She shot up like a pistol and rubbed her widened eyes.

“I’ve been calling you for the last ten minutes Bitch. After you clean up this mess on the floor, I need you in the dining room under the table cleaning my cock. You have five minutes,” Master Monday ordered.

He turned and left the room. Bitch got up and tried to quickly clean the mess. It took her longer than she thought it would because some of the water had run under the washing machine and behind it. She weighed the consequences of Master Monday finding the missed cleaning against her being late to her breakfast. She decided that late was better and it was possible he was busy with other things and would forget to set the timer.

Just as she was pushing the washer back in place she heard the timer go off. She knew she was in trouble. There would be consequences for her failure to comply with his demands. She was still sore from the last punishment and now she dreaded her demise. Also, she missed her blanket.

Bitch crawled into the dining room, which was her duty while she was inside his house. This was actually fine with her because his house was carpeted everywhere except for the dining room. At Trainer Tuesday’s house, he had some rooms with hardwood floors and some with concrete. None of his floors were carpeted and she was always required to be on all fours, with no knee pads. Her other four homes had either all concrete floors, all carpeted floors, or all hardwood floors, but they were a little less strict with regards to her maneuverability while she was there. Those owners had other things they focused on for Bitch to learn and be used for.

“You know you are late. Quickly. Go and fetch me the crop,” Master Monday demanded.

Bitch quickly walked, as fast as she could on all fours, as her ass wiggled and her big titties bounced about underneath her. The crop was kept upstairs by Master Monday’s bed, where she slept at night when she was good or had a perfect day at one of the other owner’s homes. That was rare. They always seemed to find something she did wrong. This was always their plan. It made them happy to make her their bitch and it brought a smile to their faces when Master Monday punished her after they had punished her. Bitch did not always enjoy being made their bitch, but she was forced to accept her demise.

She retrieved the crop and brought it downstairs to Master Monday in her mouth, as was the expectation. She carefully laid it at his feet and sat upright on her heels with her mouth opened waiting for a treat.

“That’s a good Bitch. Now run along and fetch my flogger for me,” Master Monday commanded.

Bitch dropped her head and went down on all fours. She never saw the metal leash in Master Monday’s other hand as he quickly whipped her ass ten times before she even had a chance to react! Then he held her by her hair and whipped her big tits hard twenty five times on each tit. Most of the strikes landed on her nipples and she screeched each and every time he made a direct hit until around the thirtieth strike when she began screaming and crying. By the time he had finished, her tits had red welts on them and her nipples were painfully sore and raw.

“Bitch, I’m waiting! Do I enjoy waiting on your ass without being pleasured? Hmm? I didn’t think so,” Master Monday exclaimed.

Bitch whimpered and quickly trotted off back upstairs to fetch the flogger. Her ass and tits already red and swelling from the metal leash she’d just been punished with. Now she was going to be whipped on her ass with the flogger. Maybe he would opt for just whipping her back? Hopefully.

She retrieved the flogger and quickly brought it downstairs in her mouth and dropped it in Master Monday’s hand.

“Turn around and put your nose on the floor. I’m going to punish you a little differently this time. You must learn to enjoy the little treats you are given, but they will always be accompanied by a punishment,” Master Monday sternly warned.

She turned around and placed her nose on the floor as instructed, which left her ass lifted high in the air. It was a perfect target for literally any kind of punishment or reward. She was momentarily excited for the possibilities as she continued to whimper and sob.

Master Monday was very clever with his rewards, as well as his punishments. He often tricked Bitch into expecting one thing and giving her another. She never really knew what to expect and this made her his bitch.

He took the saliva covered flogger and whipped her ass with three strikes. Then, he shoved the handle into her dry ass and gave her three quick strokes. She whimpered solemnly as the strokes invaded her tight dry anus.

Master Monday smiled before shoving the same handle into her wet pussy.

Bitch smiled and licked her lips.

“Turn around and sit up,” he demanded.

She obeyed and sat on her heels with her mouth opened and waiting for her treat.

“Clean this off thoroughly. Do not leave any of your ass residue on this handle,” he said sternly.

She quickly lapped up and sucked the handle as seductively as she could and she could tell from Master Monday’s rising cock that she was making him proud.

“Good Bitch. Now, on all fours and suck me,” he said.

She quickly obeyed and took his thick cock into her mouth and began sucking and pleasuring him. She never expected his next move.

Master stood as Bitch sucked him as if his cock was air and she was suffocating with a lack thereof. He waited until she was in a rhythm before raising the flogger and furiously whipping her ass with thirty hard and deliberate strikes, fifteen on each of her ass cheeks alternately.

Bitch cried as she kept his cock in her mouth sucking the entire time. She knew the alternative would be even worse.

“Good girl, Bitch. Now, I need you to sit and hold your head up and continue sucking me until I’ve finished. Can you do that?” he asked.

She turned and sat up with her head up and mouth opened waiting to take in Master Monday’s cock. This was a bit unusual and she wondered why she was forced to accommodate him in this position.

She didn’t have to wonder long, as he stood behind her and gently placed his cock in her mouth as his massive balls draped over her eyes and nose. Again, he waited for her to get her rhythm going so that she was thoroughly focused on sucking his cock as if it was the only concern in her life at the moment.

He once again raised the flogger and began giving her fifty strokes on her big proud titties. This time he didn’t not alternate his strikes. Instead he gave twenty five to her left tit and then twenty five to her right.

She struggled with sucking him around the tenth strike to her left tit as she made a deep guttural sound with each strike. She wanted to scream out loud, but his cock filled her mouth and the best she could do was grunt as the lashings continued. She lost track of the number and instead tried to focus on his pleasure instead of her pain.

When he had finished her flogging he moved around to her front, never allowing his cock to come out of her mouth. Next, he gathered her long hair in each of his hands in a pseudo pigtail fashion and began using her hair to facefuck her vehemently and as fast as possible.

“Suck it Bitch! Use your tongue and your mouth muscles! Make me feel it. Make me cum you slut puppy. Your mouth belongs to me Bitch. Do you understand me? Suck! Like your life depends on it,” Master Monday screamed.

He slammed his cock down her throat over and over as she engulfed him and sucked and tongued his thick shaft as she was accustomed to pleasuring him each day. She knew his pleasure points and worked tirelessly to exploit them to his satisfaction.

He finally came, ejecting his seed deep at the base of her throat. He held her by her hair as he drained his balls down her gullet and she sucked him down, swallowing in gulps and breathing through her nose.

“Go and lick your wounds and clean yourself up. You have twenty minutes and if you are smart, you’ll be back here on time this time,” Master Monday advised.

Bitch quickly scampered away to her washroom, which was the laundry room, and cleaned herself off and applied some ointment to her red swelling titties and her ass. These pains would not be easily forgotten. She was acutely aware that she had messed up, but she had paid the price and survived with only temporary pain, all things considered.

She returned before the timer went off and she sat happily in front of Master Monday on her heels with her tongue out and her paws in puppy begging fashion, arms to her side, elbows bent with forearms vertical and wrists bent with fists pointing downward.

“Good bitch. Now, today’s schedule will keep you on the front porch while I’m at work. Of course, you should remember that the camera will be on at all times. This means you need to pay close attention to the instructions I’m about to give you. Now, you have at least eight users coming today. You are to be naked and sitting upright for every other user throughout the day no matter how many users come and use you. For the others, you will stand straight up, on your tip toes and wait until the next user approaches the porch. Start out on your toes. Are you with me so far?”

Bitch barked once. This was the standard answer for yes. Generally, Master Monday only asked yes or no questions. One bark was an answer for yes, two barks for no, which rarely happened due to the punishment that followed.

“Good. Now. As soon as the user, no matter who it is, as soon as the user reaches the second step to the porch, you need to be on your knees with your mouth open waiting to be facefucked. They will each facefuck you on the front porch while you are naked and cars and people are passing by. People are busy with their lives and they don’t have time to bother with one bitch sitting on a porch. Anyhow, do you understand?” Master Monday asked.

Bitch replied with one bark.

“Perfect. Now remember, the cameras will be on all the time and I will be watching. Oh, and a new piece to the equation for you. I have posted the camera feeds privately online to certain users so that if I happen to miss anything, like you not standing on your tiptoes even for a moment, those viewers will notify me. Why would they notify me, you may ask? Because the first five viewers who notify me that you’ve done something improper or inadequately, well, they get a free hour to do whatever they want. With you. Unsupervised. I don’t know if you are aware, but there are some very sick sadistic people out there. How do I know? Because I have spent the last month searching them out specifically for this purpose. Every viewer is within an hour drive from here and they have all agreed to help me in this endeavor, and they are all sick fucks! So you might want to be very careful trying to hide anything. Do you completely understand the rules and what is expected of you so far?” Master Monday asked.

“Bark,” replied Bitch.

“Good. Now, each of the users today has a specific task to complete using you for their object. I won’t spoil the surprises, but you will be so humiliated by the end of the day, you won’t want to show your face in public. This is going to be so much fun. Now, remember, tomorrow, Trainer Tuesday has you all day. I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t have something of the same ... well, I won’t spoil that either. Now, you need to go get ready for the porch. It’s very hot outside today, so you’ll want to make sure you have plenty of water in your bowl. Remember, the bell will ring for your five minute break each hour. So be prepared with whatever you will need to stay hydrated. Of course, you won’t need food. Cum is your only food this week. Your body weight was almost 4 oz. over your maximum weight last week, so we have to remedy that. Now, go prepare for the day. You have twelve minutes before you need to be on the front porch, naked and ready for inspection. Understood?” Master Monday verified.

“Bark,” replied Bitch happily and ready for the challenge.

Bitch ran as fast as she could across the hardwood floor to her laundry room to get her water ready. Her ass and swinging tits were really sore and she had no idea what these users would do once they saw the swelling and redness.

Water was basically all she needed because everything else would be provided. Of course, everything else was cum. Hopefully she would be able to extract lots of it from the users today. Her stomach was almost empty since her breakfast energy was used going up and down the stairs for punishment resources.

She had everything she needed in less than two minutes, so she took her time walking to the front door. Just as she was about to open the door and step out, the doorbell rang. Bitch cocked her head to the side as if curiosity had suddenly struck her, similar to cats. She hated cats.

The door opened as she backed up and sat on her heels with her mouth open, ready for more breakfast.

It was the mailman! Bitch liked the mailman. He was a very large man with an even larger cock. Bitch could always count on Tyrone, the mailman, to feed her a giant portion of breakfast.

“Good morning, Bitch. Would you like some breakfast? I had a jalapeño and sausage burrito along with a big cup of coffee just an hour ago and I really need to unload. Are you hungry little girl?” Tyrone asked with a smile.

“Bark,” Bitch replied and quickly sat up on her heels begging, licking her lips.

Tyrone grabbed her by the hair and began pounding her mouth, shoving his massive 11” dick down her throat relentlessly. She could barely take him all in. He didn’t usually treat her this rough. Something was definitely different today.

“Ok Bitch. I got a bone to give to you and you’re gonna take it all the way down that pretty little whore mouth of yours. I caught my old lady cheatin’ on me yesterday. That bitch. I’m takin’ it out on your slutty little bitch mouth, you got it? I’m gonna pound your little tiny gullet until you bleed. All you sluts are the same. Fucking every guy who comes along and tells you you’re pretty. Well I’m gonna fuck up your slutty face,” Tyrone said just before pulling his cock out of Bitch’s mouth and slapping her face, back and forth four times hard.

He drew blood on her bottom lip and as soon as he noticed it he slapped her again, even harder. Now her top lip was bleeding and she began to cower to the huge man as he tore off her collar, picked her up by her throat, and slapped her tits until she screamed. Once he was satisfied with her pain level, he dropped her on the floor and picked her up by her waist, turned her around, and proceeded to fuck her ass hard, without any mercy whatsoever. She screamed and flailed about trying to get out of his grips, but he was too big and strong.

Master Monday rounded the corner and took stock of the situation after hearing the screaming.

“Whoa, Post Master Tyrone, what seems to be the problem this morning kind sir? Tyrone stopped briefly and left his dick buried in Bitch’s ass, “Nothing at all. Just punishing Bitch like we discussed last night on the phone,” Tyrone explained.

“Oh, that’s right. I remember. You needed to take out a little aggression because of your, uhh, situation at home. OK. No worries. Carry on. Don’t let me interrupt,” Master said as he stepped back. “Do you need me to hold her or help you out in any way? I’m glad to hold her so you can whip her tits or spank her ass. I’ve already warmed her up this morning because she was a disobedient little bitch. I suppose that reminds you of your disobedient naughty little wife and how she was fucking another guy to embarrass you. I bet she told your friends and posted a picture of her fucking the guy on all your social media pages. She is a real bitch, isn’t she? Well, you just do whatever you need to Bitch to make yourself feel better. I’m sorry she humiliated you so badly, but I’m here for you. My bitch is your bitch.”

“Nah, I’m good,” Tyrone explained, “I was just about finished when you walked in. I just wanna do one more thing before I get back to work.”

Tyrone picked Bitch up by her neck and slammed her against the wall. He was furious. He pulled her legs up onto his massive shoulders so that she was wide open. He pounded her pussy and could feel what seemed like her backbone. Of course it wasn’t, but he closed his eyes and fucked her mercilessly. He was holding her by her throat with one hand and slapping and pinching her nipples with the other. She was cumming and squirting uncontrollably as he literally rage-pounded her for ten full minutes. She had passed out after five minutes so he loosened his grip on her throat. When he was finally ready to cum, he quickly flipped her around and slammed her against the wall, face first, holding her there as he fucked her ass as hard as he could. He was sweating and panting as he held his cock deep in her ass, twitching and jerking and dumping the last of his load into her.

He finally dropped her on the floor, wiped himself off with her hair, got dressed and picked up his mailbag.

“Same time tomorrow, Bitch?”

... Bitch woke up on the floor by the front door. She felt like she’d been run over by a train, and in a sense, she had. Her head was pounding and her holes were sore as she began to piece together the events that had just happened ten minutes prior.

Master Monday canceled her first appointment and promised an extra free makeup session to the man, who graciously accepted over the phone.

“Same time next Monday, unless you’d like for me to pencil you in for tomorrow at Trainer Tuesday’s house, which is not far from here?” Master Monday offered. “Perfect. I’ll set it up for tomorrow and text you the details,” he replied. “Be sure to bring plenty of toys and tools. Heavy tools are her favorite,” he said as he hung up the phone.

“OK Bitch. I just bought you an hour. You need to go get cleaned up and ready for the next user. You have ten minutes. Meet me in the dungeon once you’re ready,” Master said.

Bitch quickly went back to the laundry room and washed herself down, took a few sips of water, washed the cuts on her face, applied some bright red whore colored lipstick, then headed downstairs to the dungeon.

The dungeon was a 30’ x 30’ room with carpet on the walls and a concrete floor that had metal loops installed in several places throughout the room for tying and buckling devices and chains and people to.

One entire wall was a television. When Bitch trotted in, she saw herself on the television. She was sitting at the front door with her head cocked to the side as the mailman entered.

She froze. A massive chill went up her spine. She had never seen herself being used before, especially like Tyrone, the mailman, had just done not twenty minutes ago.

“Come, climb up on the bench and watch,” Master said as he strapped her onto the table, doggy style, and positioned the fuck machine in her ass. Bitch was now wet with anticipation, knowing that she was about to get an assgasm. She was still unsure about reliving the scene she had just been through.

Master placed her head in the stabilizer and locked her in. She was facing the television wall as the large dildo began fucking her ass slowly. The video clip of the mailman raping her was set to loop and the fuxking machine was programmed to a non-repetitive algorithm. She settled in and took the mechanical cock in her ass with ease as the clip played twice.

She was so caught up in the ecstacy as her mind was being manipulated to enjoy the scene, that she never saw Tyrone enter the room. He was suddenly directly in front of her, naked with his massive cock hanging down just inches from her mouth. He slapped her face hard three times before shoving his semi-hard cock down her throat. Her head was locked in, so she had no retreat as the mailman fucked her mouth and slapped her time and again as the loop played in the background of her mind.

Only five minutes had actually passed, although Bitch’s mind slowed as the mailman ravaged her mouth. The genius of Master’s dungeon was in the flexibility of each device, which were handcrafted by serious blacksmiths who took their art to the maximum end.

The bench that Bitch was strapped onto was one such device in its flexibility. It was a stainless steel and iron consortium that allowed the user 360° movement, as well as full vertical motion with unlimited positioning with the flick of a computerized switch.

As Master watched Bitch being used hard, he had another slave conveniently placed beneath his desk sucking his cock. His adjacent room with a big picture window allowed him to see firsthand the events taking place in the dungeon. It was also set up with remotely controlled cameras and monitors that allowed him close up views of the debauchery. His cock remained stiff as he took in the scene before him of Bitch getting facefucked and ass fucked simultaneously. His mind reeled with visions of her being used in each and every position imaginable as his slave pleasured him.