Degradation of slave - Day 1

Degradation of a Slave – Story 1

“Down slut… on your knees, bend forward with your forearms on the floor. Lift your ass higher… I want to see your hole. Good slut. Now stay in position, do not move.” He reaches for the crop while telling her what he plans to do to her. Discipline her, command her, fuck her hard in all her holes. “But first,” he says as he walks to the far side of the room, “you will crawl.” He hears her moan softly, then sees her moving forward. Coming closer, crawling nearly on her belly, her moaning continues until she is at his feet. “Lick my boots slut, lick them until they are slick with your spit.” She puts out her tongue tentatively, touches its tip to the leather on his feet.

“Obey me!” he commands. He cracks the crop across her back, “Lick them wet, suck on the leather, fuck them with you mouth!” She cries out at the sting of the crop, then lowers her head. Slowly, she drags her tongue over the well-worn leather. Then again and again. She begins to use her lips to gently kiss and suck. Soon, she is slurping and licking, her mouth watering for more. “Good slut,” he tells her, “I can tell you want to be my whore. Now stop, sit on your heels”. She does as he commands, her mouth wet and trembling. “Hands behind you back, keep your head down,” he commands.

He walks behind her while he gently taps her breasts with the crop. She moans softly and pushes out her chest. He handcuffs her then grabs her hair and yanks her head back, and says, “Now, slut, you have no choice but to use only your mouth.” He brings a chair in front of her and sits. He rests his left ankle on his right knee, the tip of his boot pointing at her face. “Cowboy boots,” he says, “have a nice point that is easy to suck… do it!”

She looks at him, “please, I don’t want to.” He slaps her across the face. “Do it now, slut,” he shouts, “Either obey or be punished!” She cries out, then breathes in deeply. She lowers her head slightly and takes the tip of his boot in her mouth. And begins to suck. “Take more in,” he orders, “use you tongue. “ She sucks harder and deeper, circling her tongue over the leather then licking the sole. He pushes his foot into her mouth slightly and she moans. “You are not trying hard enough,” he tells her. He grabs her hair again and forces her face forward. Her mouth stretches to accommodate the width of the boot.

She gags as spit dribbles down her chin, but sucks harder while her tongue laps hungrily at the boot shoved deep into her mouth. “Enough,” he says. He pulls his foot away from her face as she hangs her head in humiliation.

“That,” he tells her, “was your discipline and degradation for the day.