The Ultimate Submission (Jacqueline's Story)
By Gato Medio

Chapter 17

[My Life as a Cunt]

Ramon returned carrying a number of bags; some of them
seemed quite heavy. "Has she eaten?" he asked Caroline.

"Like a prisoner on death row," Caroline answered. She
always had had a strange sense of humour.

"Has she used the toilet?"

"Yes. She's well-fed, cleaned and dried."

Ramon bent over me and kissed my lips. "I love you,
Jacqueline," he said tenderly.

He sat down on the bed in front of me and looked into my
eyes. I could tell that it was not easy for him to say
what he was about to say.

"When I saw you for the first time in that disco in
Villiers, I knew that I wanted you. I wanted you for
myself. I did not want to share you with anybody else. I
was jealous of all the boys who danced with you and tried
to feel you up, slipping their hands into your blouse,
under your skirt. Watching you, I concluded that you had
an enormous appetite for sex and that you were looking
for adventure. You seemed to be keen on experiencing
something new, different from the run-of-the-mill sex
those boys had to offer. That's when I decided to conquer
you.

"I felt like a teenager on his first date. I wanted to
please you, impress you, make you forget that there were
other men in this world. I wanted to be the one and only
man for you. But I overdid it. I hurt you. I had to take
you to a doctor to check how much damage I had done. You
can't imagine how relieved I was when she found that you
were basically okay. I hoped to God that you'd forgive
me, that my overwhelming passion wouldn't push you away.
I was overjoyed when you agreed to see me again.

"I wanted to talk to you about the love I felt for you,
but you didn't admit that word. You said it had been
overused, become meaningless. I agree that a lot of
people say 'I love you' without meaning it, but does that
mean I can't talk about my true feelings? What should I
do? Should I stop loving you because the words to declare
one's love have been misused? I won't stop wearing
trousers, just because there are a lot of idiots wearing
them.

"My problem is that I'm an old-fashioned kind of guy, but
I'm trying to hide it. Having grown up in Argentina
probably doesn't help. I'm the kind of man who worships a
woman, particularly one as beautiful as you. A man who
will do everything to please her, but who is also
extremely possessive. In your case, I didn't want you to
return to Villiers, ever. I wanted to lock you into my
apartment and never let you go.

"But this kind of attitude is considered seriously uncool
these days. I wanted to be cool. I gave you all the
freedom and independence you needed - at least that's
what I thought. I wanted you to choose me out of your own
free will, not because you were afraid of my jealousy. It
wasn't easy, but my agony was rewarded when you kept
coming back, when you agreed to spend the weekends with
me. The weekends were heaven on earth for me, but the
rest of the week was sheer hell. When you moved to Paris,
I insisted on letting you live your own, independent
life, even though the Neanderthal macho in me wanted to
lock you up, keep all other men from seeing your beauty.

"I never asked what you got up to during the week,
because I was worried I might not like what I'd hear. I
didn't want to nourish my jealousy. I didn't want you to
know how the thought of you meeting and getting to like
another man tortured me.

"When you started to talk about wanting to belong to me,
I was shocked. Your idea of belonging to someone went
much further than my most possessive impulses. And when
you said I could let other men use you, I concluded that
you didn't mean it, you couldn't possibly understand what
you were suggesting. I stage-managed the gang bang with
Rui and Pablo because I assumed you would hate such
indiscriminate sex, such senseless fucking. I wanted to
give you a chance to realize that this dream in which you
were used by many men was really a nightmare. I expected
you to tell them - us - to stop, to leave you in peace,
to respect your dignity.

"But you seemed to enjoy being used like an object by
three men. Or maybe you accepted what we did to you out
of some sense of obligation towards me. I don't know if
I'll ever solve this puzzle.

"What I know for sure is that the experience didn't put
you off. You continued to say that you wanted to belong
to me, that you wanted me to own you like a slave. The
idea never appealed to me. My freedom is very important
to me and I couldn't understand that anybody would want
to give up their freedom out of their own free will.
Sometimes, I had the impression that you would be much
better served by the Neanderthal macho in me, the one I
am trying to suppress.

"It appears that you haven't been very serious about this
yourself. You want to be my slave on the weekend and do
as you damn well please the rest of the time. Slaves
don't go around having sex with other people, at least
not without the approval of their master. Slaves don't
keep their trespasses secret to avoid their master's
disapproval.

"Since I met you, I've only once made love to another
woman. That was when you introduced me to Lola. Going to
bed with you and Lola at the same time was the happiest
experience of my life. Not only because Lola is an
exceptionally beautiful and sexy woman, but also because
I could see how much the two of you enjoyed each other's
company and I could feel what a thrill it was for you to
watch me make love to her.

"By some lucky coincidence, I have met Caroline, the
woman with whom you maintained an intimate relationship
for months. Caroline is a wonderful, warm, sensual woman
who has agreed to help me get you back on the right
track. I hope that one day the three of us will find the
kind of happiness we experienced when Lola shared our
bed.

"I understand now that your wish to be my slave was a cry
for help, that you were afraid to lose control and wanted
me to take responsibility for you. Since I ignored your
pleas I'm as much to blame for what happened as you are.
But I don't want to talk about blame, I want to talk
about putting things right. I want to talk about the
purification process that will help you recover your
dignity and win back my love and trust.

"Caroline and I have talked about what to do with you. We
have decided to accept you as our mutual slave, and have
already discussed some ideas on how to tame you. I have
also contacted an expert who calls himself 'Marquis de
Sade' - I understand you have already talked to him."

Apparently, the 'Marquis' had not found it necessary to
keep quiet about my visit. I suppose his confidentiality
only applied to his 'Master' clients, not to potential
slaves.

"You have allowed your pussy to take control of your
life. Your urge to experience sexual pleasures dominates
your mind and makes you hurt those who love you most. You
may argue that some of the things you did had the
ultimate purpose to serve me, but if you are honest you
will admit that the true reason behind your actions was
the desire to experience as many different forms of sex
as possible.

"You have become your pussy's servant, or, to put it more
bluntly, you have reduced yourself to a cunt. To reflect
this, you will be called 'Cunt' from now on. You will
tell everybody who asks for your name, 'My name is Cunt'
or if you prefer, 'I'm a cunt'. And as we are on the
subject of names: from now on, you will address me as
'Master' and Caroline as 'Mistress'. You will obey any
order Caroline or I give you."

In all the time I had known Ramon, he had never talked
this much. His speech showed me how much my behaviour had
disappointed him. But it also made it clear that he
wasn't putting all the blame on me. He hadn't given me up
as a lost case. Instead he wanted to help me to get my
insatiable appetite for sex under control. And the hint
that he and Caroline may let me share their bed at some
time in the future gave me hope, a target I could aim
for.

While Ramon was talking to me, Caroline had been busy
unpacking the bags he had brought home. I could hear the
noise of furniture being moved around in the studio, but
had no idea what exactly she was doing. After his talk
Ramon untied me and lead me to the adjoining space.
There, I saw that Caroline had moved Ramon's drawing
table out of the way to make room for a large plastic
sheet she had spread out on the floor. A few cushions had
been put on the floor and were also covered by the sheet.

Ramon told me to lie on the sheet and arranged the
cushions so that my bottom and thighs rested on them.
Then the two tied my hands to legs of the table which had
been moved out of the way. The ropes allowed me some
freedom of movement, but I wasn't able to touch any part
of my body. Ramon also fixed a spreader bar between my
legs, just above my knees. This bar did not allow me to
close my legs or move them further apart.

I had no idea what all these preparations were for. They
were obviously aiming to get my pussy into a certain
position, but it didn't seem likely that Ramon was going
to fuck me with the spreader bar fixed between my legs. I
came to the conclusion that they were going to shave my
pussy. This idea was reinforced when Caroline applied a
clear liquid - probably just plain water - to my pussy
and the surrounding area, using a soft brush. The touch
of the brush on my pussy lips reawakened my desire. With
difficulties, I raised my hips to intensify the contact,
but it all happened too frustratingly quickly.

I saw Ramon arrive with a large plastic bowl. But the
white paste in the bowl did not look like shaving foam
and felt much heavier when the first dollop landed on my
skin. Was this cement? Were they going to close my pussy
to keep me from offering it to everybody? I panicked.
"No, please," I cried as I struggled against my ties.
"Don't make me give up sex for the rest of my life!"

"Keep quiet, Cunt, nobody's going to do you any harm"
Ramon barked. "If you don't stay still we'll have to do
the whole thing again. It will only make your ordeal last
longer. We're going to take a plaster cast of your cunt.
This will be used to produce a life-size effigy which you
will hang on the wall of your room."

Ramon's explanation reassured me somewhat and I decided
to remain calm and let him proceed without interference.
I could feel the cool paste on my skin, like a very fine
mud. Some of it seeped inside me and I wondered if they
really would be able to free the passage once the plaster
had dried.

When he was sure he had enough of me covered with plaster
to produce a usable cast, Ramon told me that I had to
remain motionless for two hours to allow the plaster to
dry completely.

Ramon and Caroline left me lying on the floor on my own.
I could hear them talk and sometimes laugh. I assumed
that they were lying on the large bed, but it didn't
sound like they were making love. They were probably just
fondling each other while they whispered sweet nothings
into each other's ears. I would have loved to be with
them, sharing in their caresses and declarations of love.
But my role had changed drastically. I was their slave
now - by my own request.

I had begged Ramon to make me suffer and asked Caroline
to help me convince him that that was what I wanted. I
expected to get satisfaction from suffering. But the two
had decided that the best way of making me suffer was to
deny me any satisfaction.

After some time had passed Ramon came to check whether
the plaster had dried. I heard him make a phone call and
a little later a man arrived to remove the plaster. He
grinned when he saw me tied up on the floor. "That's
going to be a masterpiece," he said to Ramon. "I'd love
to take a cast of her entire body."

"Maybe another time," Ramon answered. "For now, I just
want a sculpture of her cunt."

The man removed the hardened plaster very slowly, taking
great care not to break the mould. Some of my pubic hair
had got trapped in the plaster and I winced as he pulled
it out with the cast.

As soon as the man had left, Caroline appeared, naked and
hugged Ramon. "From what Jacqueline told us yesterday, I
gather that you like sticking your cock into young
ladies' asses." She allowed Ramon to kiss her fleetingly.
"How do you like this one?" she asked as she turned
around and bent down to display her ass to him. She had
already applied copious amounts of jelly to her hole and
was ready for penetration.

Ramon hugged her from behind and fondled her breasts.
"What about her? Shall we leave her here?"

"No. Let's take her back to the chair so she can watch."

They removed the spreader bar, lifted me up from the
floor and walked me back to the chair, where Ramon tied
me up as he had done the previous evening. I spent the
rest of the day and evening tied to the chair, watching
my masters make love. What an exciting sight it was to
see Caroline take Ramon's full length in her ass! My
pussy creamed and screamed for attention, but I knew that
it wasn't going to get any.

Some time the next day - I had lost the notion of time,
but I remember that it was after my breakfast and bath -
the man who had taken the plaster cast returned with a
box under his arm. "Ah, the model herself," he said when
he saw me sitting there, tied to the chair.

"Her name is Cunt," Ramon replied.

The man showed Ramon the finished sculpture and both
Ramon and Caroline nodded approvingly.

The man got another, smaller box from his jacket. "And
here, as you requested, is the pendant. I made it in
stainless steel, as specified."

He took a pendant on a silver chain from the box. The
pendant was about the size of a one-euro coin, large
enough not to go unnoticed. Ramon looked at it briefly
and then handed it to Caroline who inspected it
carefully.

"Excellent," Ramon eventually said. "That's exactly what
I wanted." He thanked the man as he lead him to the door.

"My pleasure," the man said with a wink. "If you need
anything else, just give me a call."

Ramon approached me and showed me the sculpture. It was
set inside a glass box and left no doubt that it was the
faithful representation of a pussy. I was amazed how
clearly discernible everything was. I could even identify
the curls of pubic hair covering my mound. The pussy lips
were slightly parted and the inner lips were visible. One
could say, this was a pussy waiting to be fucked.

"This is your cunt, Cunt," he said as he put the
medallion around my neck. I could see that it contained a
reduced-size representation of the same pussy, set in
relief.

"From now on, you will wear this tag at all times. You
may only take it off when you take a bath and when you go
to sleep. You will hang this sculpture on the wall of
your room or place it somewhere else where it is clearly
visible. When people ask you about the sculpture or the
pendant you will tell them that this is your cunt. You
will explain to them that the purpose of these
representations is to remind you and others that you're
nothing but a cunt. You will reward those who have taken
the trouble to show interest in you by either sucking
their cock or eating their pussy until they climax.

"They will be astonished about the offer, reluctant to
accept. You will insist. The words you will use are 'Sir
- or Madam - my oral service is an offering from my
master. Please do not refuse or my master will punish
me.' You will report daily by phone how many cocks you've
sucked and how many pussies you've eaten. You will also
report how many people have refused your service.

"I have set a target for the number of oral services you
have to perform before your purification goes on to its
next stage. You will only know this number when you have
reached it. However, you should be aware that for each
refusal the number increases by ten. Disobeying our
orders, particularly masturbating without permission,
will also result in an increase of your target.

"Throughout your purification you will not expose your
cunt, your ass or your tits to anybody other than your
master and mistress."

                         -----

The first one to ask about the sculpture was - not
surprisingly - Arlette. She returned shortly after I had
arrived in our room from a weekend excursion with her
latest boyfriend. When I told her that she was entitled
to have her pussy licked by me she said, "Thanks, I've
had enough excitement over the last two days. Maybe
another time."

I insisted. I told her why I couldn't take no for an
answer.

"Your master? Is this some new game he invented? Tired of
unwrapping his girlie-present, is he? Well, alright then,
I don't want to be responsible for your getting
punished."

I wanted to make this a memorable event for her. I wanted
her to come back and ask for more. It would help me to
reach my unknown target. It would be better to lick her
in the privacy of our room, rather than satisfying
complete strangers. It seems that I achieved what I
wanted: not only did she ask for more, almost on a daily
basis, always wondering how long her good fortune would
last, she also spread the word amongst the large group of
female students she knew.

When I went to attend the lectures on my schedule the
next day, the unusual pendant with the clearly
identifiable motif attracted a lot of attention.
Initially, I found that male students were less inclined
to ask me about the medallion. But when the few who did
ask mentioned the reward they had received for their
interest to the others, the number of male students
approaching me increased. I managed to find an unused
storage room on the lower ground floor where I serviced
most of the men. My female customers were more particular
about where they wanted to be serviced, and most of them
requested that I pleasure them in their rooms.

When the appointed time for phoning through the first
day's score arrived, I had licked eighteen pussies and
sucked twelve cocks. But there had also been two
refusals. Two girls had mistaken the effigy of my pussy
as the emblem of some esoteric sect dedicated to female
fertility and asked me about it. When I told them the
real significance and told them about the reward they had
earned themselves, they took flight. They disappeared so
quickly, I didn't even have a chance to reiterate my
offer. Losing these two meant that, although I had spent
most of the day sucking dicks and licking pussies, I had
only reduced my unknown target by ten.

                         -----

"And how many times did you frig yourself off last
night?"

Caroline had answered the phone and taken down my
progress report. Now she stated my offence matter-of-
factly, as if she had been present. How did she know?
Well, she knew because she knows me. She knew I didn't
have the iron willpower to refrain from making myself
come. Not after having spent the whole weekend watching
her and Ramon get their rocks off. I had indeed fingered
myself into oblivion.

"Five times," I said, feeling like I had been caught with
my hands in the cookie jar.

"That adds fifty to your target," Caroline said coldly.
"Your score after the first day is target plus forty."

Target plus forty! This way I had no hope of ever
reaching the target, regardless of what it was. I
couldn't afford to disobey my masters. If they didn't
want me to satisfy myself then I would have to learn to
exercise control. Ramon had talked about breaking my
rebellious spirit. This was one way of getting me to rein
in my lust. And I would have to do whatever possible to
avoid any further refusals.

Over the next days, sucking cocks and eating pussies
became part of my daily routine. The number of men which
asked about my pendant increased whereas the number of
women remained fairly constant. Those men I had already
serviced came back regularly for their daily blowjob, but
they also passed the information about this compulsive
cock-sucker to others, many of whom thought at first that
this was some kind of hoax. At times there were queues
forming outside the storage room where I performed my
lewd act; I became worried that somebody might start to
ask questions about the strange goings-on on the lower
ground floor.

As the daily numbers increased and I started to make some
progress towards the unknown target - I reached target
minus thirty on the third day - I started to feel uneasy
about what I was doing. During the first couple of days,
I had found it exciting to suck off complete strangers -
men I had never met before and I wouldn't recognize if I
met them again. It allowed me to delve into the 'slut'
part of my personality, to perform the most sordid acts
without remorse. At times I almost considered this task a
reward rather than a punishment.

But the novelty wore off very quickly. I soon realized
that for those people I was just a mouth which brought
them to a climax and swallowed their semen. Or a tongue
which licked them until they climaxed. My mouth had
turned into a receptacle for cum, my tongue into an
instrument for inducing orgasm.

I felt filthy, cheap, disgusting, humiliated. I felt no
attraction for those people and performing a sexual act
on them did not give me any satisfaction. I started to
realize why Ramon had called it 'purification'. While my
body - specifically my mouth - was inundated with other
people's body fluids, my mind managed to rise above the
morass and I started to realize that there was no
gratification in this indiscriminate casual sex.

I also started to realize that nobody forced me to do
what I did. The only reason to carry on was the hope that
it would help me to win back Ramon's love and trust.

Ramon was clearly pleased when I told him what I had
learned, but he gave no indication that this would change
his orders in any way or reduce the target he had set me.

One thing that worried me was the approaching summer
break. Most of the students would leave, either to see
their parents or to travel to some sunny shore. It would
drastically reduce the number of people asking me about
my pendant. My own routine would also change. I would no
longer spend most of my time within the confines of the
university as I presently did. I assumed that people I
met casually outside the university were less likely to
ask about my unusual piece of jewellery, and I was
apprehensive about how those who did ask would react when
I offered to suck their cocks or eat their pussies. I
feared that the number of refusals might go up.

A few days before end of term, when I phoned giving my
progress report, Ramon told me to submit the following
day's results in person, at the apartment. I didn't know
what significance this order had, but hoped it was a
positive sign. In any case, I was pleased about the
opportunity to see him again. It had been more than three
weeks since my purification began.

The wastepaper basket in the entrance hall reminded me of
the rule to take off all clothes. I briefly wondered
whether this included removing the pendant but decided to
keep it on as a confirmation that I was following the
instruction to wear it at all times. While I was
pondering, Caroline's voice came from the kitchen.

"You're early, darling. Dinner won't be ready for another
twenty minutes. And don't come into the kitchen or it
will never get ready."

"It's not Ramon, it's me."

Caroline came out of the kitchen, a small knife in her
hand, wearing only a T-shirt and nothing else. Her
beautiful breasts swung freely under the thin textile and
her pussy peaked below the hem of the T-shirt. How
beautiful she looked! Seeing her made me feel happy. I
felt like I hadn't set eyes on her for a very long time.
It suddenly occurred to me that today was Wednesday, the
day we used to get together for 'sex and salads'. It all
seemed such a long time ago!

Caroline had a surprised look on her face. But she also
appeared to be pleased to see me. She even forgot about
our respective roles.

"Hi, Jacqueline, how are you?"

"My name is Cunt," I reminded her. "Ramon told me to
report today's numbers in person. I'm sorry if I came at
an inconvenient time."

"Oh yes, I forgot." Caroline let her eyes roam over my
naked body. She seemed to remember that she was my
mistress and I was her slave; that she could order me to
do whatever she wanted and I would have to fulfil her
desire. Her eyes caught the little silver chain with the
pendant hanging around my neck.

"That's an interesting piece of jewellery you're
wearing," she finally said. "Where did you get it?"

"It's my cunt. My master gave it to me, to wear at all
times, to remind me and others that I'm nothing but a
cunt."

The well-worn explanation took on a new significance.
Maybe for the first time it sounded genuine. The next
step would be to offer the questioner my oral service.
But Caroline was my mistress. Could I dare to offer to
lick her pussy?

"Thank you for your kind interest in this humble cunt,
Madam. As a small reward, may I offer to pleasure you
with my mouth?"

"I'd like that very much," Caroline replied with a smile.
"I've been missing your golden tongue."

Caroline disposed of the knife in her hand before she
wrapped me in her arms and covered my face with kisses.
Then she lifted me up and carried me through the sitting
area, up the stairs to the raised platform where she
dropped me unceremoniously onto the bed. Within seconds
her T-shirt lay discarded on the floor and she had joined
me on the bed. This wasn't exactly what I had imagined a
mistress-slave relationship to be like.

"I want your mouth all over my body, but particularly
down there."

I didn't need to follow her pointing finger; I knew
exactly where 'down there' was. The fact that I had spent
the last three weeks or so licking dozens of pussies and
sucking even more cocks was completely forgotten. My
mouth lusted for this woman's body as if it hadn't
touched another person for months. I had to force myself
to slow down. My tongue wanted to plunge straight into
the centre of her sex, but my brain told it to start slow
and gently.

I kissed the nape of her neck, let my tongue play with
her earlobes, then make its way gradually down to her
full breasts. Her nipples stood to attention, awaiting my
eager lips, my tongue, my teeth. Oh, how I enjoyed the
taste of these delicious morsels, how pleased I was to
hear Caroline shout her approval. By the time I reached
her sex it was dripping wet - as was my own - and
Caroline's head was rocking uncontrollably from side to
side. She came as my tongue made the first contact with
her clit. I had intended to present her with many more
orgasms, but my performance was cut short when Ramon
announced that dinner was ready - and that he was
starving.

Neither of us had heard Ramon come into the apartment.
One brief look at the two naked women on the bed told him
that if he wanted dinner he would have to prepare it
himself. He finished what Caroline had started and then
called her to join him. He barely acknowledged my
presence.

"May I bring my slave to have dinner with us?" Caroline
asked, still breathing heavily, as she put on her T-
shirt.

"You may. But remember, the place for dogs and slaves is
under the table."

Caroline turned to me. "That reminds me. I bought you a
little something," she said before she disappeared.

I hadn't thought that it was part of a mistress's role to
buy presents for her slave, but any doubts were soon
dispersed when she showed me the 'little something' she
had bought for me: a dog collar and a leash.

"To make you feel less naked," she said as she put the
red leather collar around my neck. She lead me to the
floor-to-ceiling mirror so I could see myself.

"It looks pretty, doesn't it." I had to admit that it did
indeed look very attractive. At a cursory look it could
be mistaken for a choker, but it suggested a certain
restraint, an element of bondage. If anything, it
emphasised my nakedness rather than diminishing it.

"I've asked your master and he's agreed that you can wear
it even when you're supposed to be naked. We'll keep it
near your basket in the entrance hall so you can put it
on when you arrive." She attached the leash to the collar
and lead me to the dining area where I crouched under the
table. She hadn't actually ordered me to wear the collar
but I was sure that from now on I would put it on
whenever I visited the apartment, as a sign of my
obedience.

Throughout the meal, Caroline fed me small pieces of food
which I would lap up eagerly. At first she just put her
hand under the table for me to get the food. Then she had
the idea of inserting the morsels between her pussy lips
and letting me retrieve them from there. This turned my
meal a lot more exciting than eating from a boring plate.

I guess that Caroline, too, found the meal which took
place under the table much more interesting than the one
which happened on top of it. It seems that the sensation
of my mouth on her pussy made her a little careless about
what she put down there. When she fed me a chunk of meat
that was heavily seasoned with chilli, she shrieked. "Ai,
that burns! Get it out of me, quick!"

I did my best to remove all traces of the meat and any
sauce that had been clinging to it from her pussy. I
could taste the heat of the spices in my mouth and
imagined how it must have stung the tender flesh of her
pussy. The experience made her take greater care when she
selected what she would place in her slit for me, but she
didn't stop. The reward for her good deed was too
tempting.

When Ramon and Caroline had finished their meal, Caroline
disappeared into the kitchen. I expected that Ramon would
finally ask me about my progress report. When he did not
mention it, I decided to bring up the subject. He cut me
off in mid sentence and said, "That can wait."

"There's something else I wanted to ask you. What is that
strange pendant you're wearing?"

My heart almost stood still. Did he just want to test me,
check that I was following his instructions to the
letter, or did he really want me to suck his cock?

I gave him the explanation I had been instructed to give
and then offered to suck his cock, stressing that I would
be thrilled if he accepted this little token of my
gratitude.

I could hear my heart beat loud as I waited for his
answer. Would he refuse, just to make my life more
miserable? I was overjoyed when he dropped his trousers
as a sign of his acceptance. This was the best thing to
happen to me for a long time, it was even better than
having been allowed to lick Caroline's pussy.

Oh, what a pleasure it was to firm my lips around his
shaft, to feel him grow and get hard in my mouth, to hear
him moan as a result of my efforts. Never before had I
worshipped a cock as much as I did that evening. I pulled
out all the stops as I licked, sucked, blew this
beautiful instrument. Ramon's attempt to appear cool and
unaffected stood no chance. Soon he was moaning, asking
for more; his hands held onto my head to make sure I
wouldn't let go of his throbbing cock as he pushed it
deeper and deeper into my mouth.

I got more satisfaction from this rod in my mouth than
from all the cocks I had sucked over the last three weeks
put together. My master wanted me to suck his cock. It
pleased him to see me gag as he thrust his tool into my
throat. It pleased him to flood my mouth with his semen.
What else could a humble slave wish for?

To be honest, I wished for a lot more. But I knew that
the hurt I had caused him was still too fresh to expect
any more from him. I wanted him to plunge his cock into
my pussy, penetrate my ass, but I knew that it would take
time and obedience for me to earn such favours.

Eventually, after he had wiped his softening cock on my
face, leaving traces of his cum and my saliva on my
cheeks, my chin, and my forehead, and forbidding me to
remove those traces until I got home, Ramon told me why
he hadn't been interested in today's numbers.

"You reached your target yesterday," he told me. "That's
why I called you here. The first part of your
purification is over. You don't need to wear the pendant
any longer and you can hide the sculpture of your cunt.
If anybody continues to ask about the pendant, just ask
'what pendant?' as if it never existed. The second phase
starts tomorrow. Today is a rest day."

He handed me a slip of paper with an address and told me
to be there at 6 pm the following day.

"You may not see me when you get there. In that case just
wait. If you do see me, do not approach me, do not
interrupt what I'm doing. I will come to meet you."

Ramon gave me very detailed instructions on what to wear.
Then he told me to go home and enjoy my rest day.

                         -----

I woke up in the middle of the night, my pussy soaking
wet and my hand buried deep in my crotch. Fragments of a
dream I just had were still floating through my mind. In
the dream I had been lying on a rough wooden floor,
naked, my upper arms and thighs pinned down by metal
cuffs which were fastened to the floorboards. I was
unable to move. Between my spread legs stood a large dog,
an Alsatian, wearing the dog collar Caroline had given
me.

I had woken up when the dog in my dream started to lick
my pussy. It seems that in my sleep I had been fingering
myself to a very satisfying orgasm. The large, soft
tongue I had imagined sliding along my pussy lips was in
fact my own hand and the wetness didn't come from the
dog's tongue but from my own juices.

I was dazed. For a while I lay still without moving.
Obviously, my re-encounter with Caroline and Ramon and
the fact that both of them had allowed me to pleasure
them orally, had raised my lust level which had been
somewhat subdued recently. And this increased sexual
energy had found its outlet in my dream.

But why had I dreamt of a dog? Surely the fact that
Caroline had made me wear a dog collar wasn't enough
reason to make me fantasize about being licked by a dog?
Had my pent-up lust, the result of almost four weeks of
enforced abstinence, become so strong that I got turned
on by thinking about such a perverted act? Even my free
spirit which did not know any sexual taboos could not
accept the idea of having sex with animals. Had I turned
into a pervert?

I calmed myself by reminding me that I hadn't actually
let any dog near my pussy. I had just dreamt about it,
and I couldn't be held responsible for my dreams. I had
no control over them.

What should I do now? I had made myself come during my
sleep. That was a punishable offence, wasn't it? Ramon
had declared the day a rest day between two phases of my
purification, but he hadn't stated that I was allowed to
satisfy myself. On the other hand, there was no penalty
fixed anymore for disobeying his orders. It wouldn't
increase my target by ten, because that phase had been
completed; I had already exceeded my target. Ramon would
have to set a new penalty if he found out. I decided to
risk it and give my pussy the satisfaction it longed for.

As I let my fingers roam all over my pussy, I thought of
Ramon. I recalled the sensation of him fucking my pussy,
my ass, him sucking my nipples, licking my pussy. I
thought of Caroline, of Lola, of Sylvie and Mirabelle, of
Pablo and Rui, of Charlotte, even of the beggar whose
name I didn't know. I also tried to remember the people I
had satisfied during the first phase of my purification,
but they were just pussies or cocks without faces,
without names. I did not feel any remorse as I visualised
scenes of mindless sex. Maybe it was true. Maybe I really
was just a cunt that wanted nothing more than be fucked.

                         -----

When I woke up the next morning, Arlette was already up
and about. I wasn't in a hurry to get up; it was
Thursday, the day when I had nothing scheduled during the
morning. Without looking at me, Arlette said, "I may have
asked you this before, but I'm still intrigued about the
significance of that pendant you're wearing."

Arlette had been asking me the same question, almost
every day, usually first thing in the morning.

"What pendant?" I asked.

"The one around your neck, dear."

"I'm not wearing any."

Arlette looked at me and noticed that, in fact, the chain
with the pendant around my neck was no longer there.
"Alright, I rephrase my question: What's the meaning of
this sculpture over your desk."

"What sculpture?"

My question made her check. She didn't see the sculpture
over my desk, nor anywhere else in the room.

"What happened? You're no longer his slave? You're no
longer a cunt?" There was some disappointment coming
through in her voice.

"I'm still his slave. I'm still a cunt." It made me think
of the conclusion I had reached during the night as I was
masturbating. "It's just that phase one of my training
terminated yesterday."

"Yesterday! You wouldn't want to grant an old friend and
roommate a small extension?" Arlette lay back on her bed
and spread her legs suggestively.

I told her that I wasn't authorized to grant any
extensions.

"That's a real pity," she said, still sounding a little
disappointed. "Just as I was getting used to my early
morning orgasm."

After a while Arlette picked up the conversation. "Now I
understand! It seems that you celebrated the end of phase
one in style last night. You sounded like you had several
men hidden under your bed sheet."

I blushed without really knowing why, but didn't offer
any explanation.

"So, after phase one comes phase two, right? When does it
start and what charitable acts are you going to perform
next?"

"It starts tonight, but I don't know what it involves.
I'll let you know as soon as I find out - if you're
interested, that is."

"Yes, please! I'm dying to hear the next episode of 'The
life of a slave'. But unfortunately that will have to
wait some time. I'm off to the _Côte d'azur_ this
afternoon."

                    To be continued