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 "Wake up, bitch!"

   Master rattled the bars on the dog cage that I had been put to sleep in
it.  I woke up with a start, having spent an uncomfortable night in there.
Master had given me a blanket to lie on but it was woolly and rough and I
could still feel the lower bars of the cage through it.  My wrists had been
cuffed behind my back since the airport and, after he had ravaged my
asshole, Master had stuffed a buttplug up me in order to keep his cum
inside me.  I had felt it lying there, slowly drying inside me, which gave
me an utterly whorish feeling.  It was now extremely uncomfortable and I
had to fight to stop my sphincter from trying to push it out.

   "Morning, slut," he called down to me.  He was naked and holding a tray,
which I hoped contained breakfast.  Other than water, I had been fed
nothing since my arrival in America.  His big cock hung through the top
bars and I reached up yearningly to suck on it.

   He laughed at me.  "Aren't you the cock-hungry little cunt," he smiled.
"That's not for you right now though." He placed the dog dish down in front
of the cage and opened up the door.  I crawled out slowly, my legs stiff,
and looked at the food that he had provided.

   The dog dish contained two bowls - one with water and the other full of
dog-food.  It stank and I wrinkled my nose at it.  Master saw my reaction
and was displeased.  "That's all you're getting, bitch, so get used to it."

   I slurped at the water, parching my thirst and then moved my face over
the food.  It was chunky and covered in gravy and smelt decidedly
unpleasant.  "Oh well, here goes nothing," I thought and took a mouthful.

   The dog food was utterly disgusting and I swallowed it as quickly as
possible, trying not to chew on it.  I gagged on it but held it down.  I
really was hungry but I wasn't sure that would matter.  "Good boy." Master
slapped my butt playfully and prodded the buttplug so that it slid further
in.

   I took another mouthful, a small bite and gagged as juice spurted out
when I chewed on it.  I managed to swallow the morsel and took another
mouthful in, figuring that the sooner I could finish eating this, the
sooner the ordeal would be open.  Three large chunks were in the mouthful
and I realized that I would have to chew hard on it before I could swallow
it.

   The taste was too overpowering though and I couldn't cope.  I just had
to spit the food back into the bowl.  "I'm sorry Master, I just can't eat
it."

   He sighed.  "Ah well, slut, I'm sure you'll eat it when you're hungry
enough." And with that he took the bowl away from me.  I realized that
there would be no leeway.  I would have to do whatever Master demanded and
he would force me to comply with his orders.  I would eat whatever
disgusting food he made me eat, I would be fucked, raped and abused in
anyway that he desired.

   "You're going to be on display this afternoon, cunt," he told me.  "Make
sure you're cleaned up."

   I had met Master online about three months in an online chatroom.  I was
acting the part of the sissy slut that I really desired to be in the
#SissyBimbos room.  Master was on there and sent me a private message:
BitchMaster: Hi cunthole.  How r u?
sissycunthole: Hello Sir.
sissycunthole: I am well thank You.  And horny!  How are You?
BitchMaster: I'll bet u r u little butch.  Nice nick
sissycunthole: Thank You Sir
BitchMaster: What r u into?
sissycunthole: I am a nasty little sissy cunt Sir, built for being
fucked and degraded by big hard cocks
BitchMaster: Hm.  U ever sucked cock?
sissycunthole: Oh yes Sir.  I live for it
BitchMaster: I like the sound of u, cunt.  I think u ought to get u'r
lips around my cock right now
And so I had replied in kind and we spent over an hour role-playing.  I
would deep throat him and make his cock hard and then he would shoot his
load all over my face and lips.  Afterwards he told me to bend over the
cyber-couch whilst he raped me.  I sent lots of messages begging him to
fuck me harder and he seemed delighted at my pleas.  Once he claimed to

have come, he kept his dick shoved up my ass and pissed down it.
BitchMaster: u enjoy that, cunt?
sissycunthole: Yes Sir, I love being treated as Your urinal.  Thank You
for pissing inside of me.
BitchMaster: I like the sound of u, bitch.  Got a Master at the moment?
sissycunthole: Not at present Sir
BitchMaster: Want one?
Naturally I begged him to turn me into his sissy bitch slave.  He told
me to create a new email account and supply him with photos.  The next day
I had gone out and bought some sissy underwear.  I shaved myself, made sure
that my pubes were smooth, and dressed up in some extremely pink, very
frilly underwear.  I wrote on my belly in harsh red lipstick: Bitch
Master's Cunt Hole.  Then I came into a condom and poured it into my mouth.
And that was the photo that I sent to him - a puddle of cum on my tongue,

graffiti on my belly, tiny little clit dick pushing out my panties.

   After that I spent several happy weeks logging on and hoping that Master
would be around, ready to abuse me online again.  He frequently invited
other Tops along - or even other subs - and made me do more and more
degrading things.  I loved the way that he kept knocking me down and
refused to admit to any limits, no matter how disgusting the ordeals that
he put me through were.

   Finally he asked me if I had any vacation time left.  If so, he said,
then I should come to California so that he could abuse me in person and
show me to his friends and colleagues.  "I'll whore you out to all of
them," he threatened.

   I took a deep breath, found a flight online and tapped in my credit card
details before I had time to come to my senses and change my mind.

   So here I was, being abused in real-life; a major step for me.  Master
refused to tell me where he was taking me but ordered me in to his second
vehicle, a pick-up truck.  He had made me scrub and clean myself, and shave
all my body hair off.  Then he had administered a large enema to flush my
insides out.  "A bitch should be clean inside and out," he said.

   I knelt naked in the footwell by the passenger seat as he drove out of
his drive way and on to the main road.  I sucked on his cock as we went,
terrified that somebody would see us.  Truck-drivers clearly could, as they
would honk their horns as we drove past them.  But I was a submissive
little slut and this was my natural role in things.