AF What are friends for The ballad of Jessica
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Pathetic
I was sitting at my computer, working on some writing, when Jessica knockedsoftly at the front door.
I had been on a hot streak that day, getting some serious pages in on mylatest novel, and finished the sentence before I responded.
"Yes?" I called. I saw the clock, knew who it was – she was right ontime, a very good sign. She and I had only met recently, first on-line, followeda few phone conversations. This was our first face-to-face, and I half expectedher to be late just out of the brattiness that plagues most submissives.
"Sir, it's me," she said quietly. "It's Jessica."
I pushed away from my desk and smiled to myself.
"Who?"
"Jessica from on-line!"
"Tell me what you are."
There was a brief pause. When she spoke, her voice was even softer. "It'syour whore. Your fuckpig."
"Oh, Jessica," I beamed. "Hold on just a minute."
I went into the bedroom and took a few things out of my 'war chest' the drawerunder my bed where I kept my sex toys and weapons of flesh destruction. I tookmy time in setting them about the living room. I fixed myself a drink. I tooka small glass plate from the kitchen and slid it under the chair.
I let her wait about five minutes before opening the door.
She was fidgeting, toying with her shoulder-length brown hair, looking backand forth nervously. A wide smile crossed her face when she saw me; a smilethat went up into her eyes. I smiled back; her expressive eyes were quite aturn-on for me, as I looked forward to seeing them filled with lust and humiliation.
She wore a loose fitting dress and sandals, per my instruction.
"Hello," she said brightly. "It's so good to finally meet you."
I stepped forward and hugged her lightly. I ran my hand along her back. Shewore no undergarments, as per my instruction.
"Come on in," I told her. I shut and locked the door behind me. She wentto the middle of the living room, looking around at my place.
"I really love your apartment," she said.
I walked past her, plopped down in my chair, and picked up my drink.
"Okay, slut, let's see it."
"See what?"
"See my new meat. Take your dress off."
Your eyes tense up.
"Bitch, don't disobey me."
Slowly, she lifted her dress up over her head. She shakes slightly. Thisis so much for her, too quickly. She expected more of a slow build, I expect.She folded the dress over her arm. She hesitated only a moment before followingmy command to wad it up and throw it in the corner.
"Take off your flip-flops. You look ridiculous wearing nothing but your shoes."
She slid her feet out of her sandals and kicked them aside.
"Hands on top of your head," I snap. "And turn around slowly. All the wayaround."
Jessica complied, eyes closed. Her breasts were large and heavy, succulentlooking. Her ass, however, was big. Her belly sagged. She was a big girl, nodoubt about it. This was something she had been honest about from the beginning,and it wasn't a problem for me.
There were two roses tattooed on her back, and a blue flower on her foot.She had painted her cute, stubby toes the same shade of blue.
She was completely naked, save the red lipstick, the heavy black eyeliner(of course, per my instructions) and a necklace with a cross on it.
"You didn't mention you were a cow," I sneered. "Bend over and spread yourass with your hands. Are those stretch marks? Stand up and face me, you fatfucking piece of shit."
Her cheeks burned bright red, her eyes still closed, her body still trembling.
"Awwww, what's the matter? Are you a little embarrassed? You don't like thatI make fun of you? Well what did you expect? Your ass is fat, and you lookso pathetic standing there wanting my approval. Open your eyes. Look at me."
Her eyes are already wet. She has such low self esteem, feels shame so easily.I'm already having a blast. This will be too easy, I think.
"I'm sorry, Master," she murmured. "I'm s-s-sorry I displease you."
Standing suddenly, I moved over to her and grabbed a handful of her hair.Her back stiffened, her breath hitch. I slapped her left tit with an open hand,and then the right. I watched them jiggle and sway. I smacked them again andagain, until her tits were pink and covered with finger marks.
"Did I do something wrong?" she squeaked.
"Shut the fuck up, cum bucket," I chuckled. "This isn't punishment. Thisis me having fun. That's why you are here, isn't it? To amuse me? Open yourmouth."
Her red lips part. I spit right in her face. She gasped.
"Is there a problem?" I whispered.
"N-n-n-no, Sir," she whispered in return.
"Good," I smiled. And then, before she knew what was happening, I raisedmy hand and slapped her across the face. She gasped again. I slapped her threemore times, quickly.
That broke it. The tears started to run from her eyes. She wasn't weeping,but the slaps had opened her up to let loose. Her eyeliner started to run.
"Tell me you're a fat piece of shit who doesn't deserve to serve me," I snapped. "Andget on your grubby whore knees to do it."
Jessica sank to her knees before me. Her fingers grabbed the front of mypants legs, and she started sobbing and pleading.
"Please, Sir. I know I'm beneath you, I'm just a worthless fuck slave. I-I-I'ma f-f-fat piece of," her voice tore "shit whore. Please let me serve you. AllI want it to be your toy."
"Get used to being on your knees. That is where you belong."
"Yes, Sir."
I sat back down in my chair and picked up my drink again. I kicked off myshoes; having intentionally not worn socks that day so my feet would sweat.I don't have terrible body odor, but no one's sweaty feet smell good.
"Crawl to me," I commanded. She kept her head down and crawled over. "Wrong.Tits lower, ass up high. Back up and try it again."
She got it right that time. "Now look at me. Open your mouth." This time,she stuck her tongue out for me to spit on. I leaned in close, as if to kissher, and then spit in her mouth. She swallowed dutifully.
I shoved her head down to the floor and stuck my toes in her mouth.
"Tongue bath. Lick them clean."
I finished my drink as Jessica lapped at my feet like an attentive puppy.She made little pained moaning sounds every once in a while, and stopped onlywhen I needed to spit. Normally I don't spit so much, but using her as a recepticalwas proving to be a lot of fun.
I sent her into the kitchen to get me another drink, and took off my clothes.She knelt down before me. I had her turn around, her ass facing me.
From behind the chair I took out the butt plug with the tail on it. I lashedher ass a few times with the long beaded tail strands, then went to her mouthand had her lick the plug thoroughly before jamming it up her ass.
"That's better," I said, patting her head. "Looks more natural on you."
"Sir?" she whimpered.
"Yes, pet."
"I want to tell you what a sexy body I think you have. I am such a luckywhore to be here with you." Her voice had steadied out a little, still meekand sad but not teary-eyed any longer.
I sat down on the chair and spread my legs wide, hooking the backs of myknees over the armrests.
"Put your mouth to some good use. Stop blabbing and get that filthy tongueof yours inside my asshole. You ever given a rimjob before?"
She knee-walked up to me, looking nervous. "No, Sir."
"Only one way to learn." I grabbed a double handful of her hair and jammedher face between my thighs, into my ass. She gagged a little, and then I felther slimy tongue licking my flesh. She poked around my pucker gently, timidly.I pulled her hair more tightly, and mashed her face in deeper. "Tongue out,bitch. Don't waste my time here. Lick my fucking asshole like it's your dinner,because it is."
Jessica, my pathetic little cumslut-in-training, started to slurp and lap.I could feel the saliva pouring from her mouth. She got her tongue a littleway into my ass, trying as hard as she could. I let go of her hair and tookanother drink.
"You are a foot-sucking, ass eating, spit drinking little cunt," I snarled,smacking at the back of her head until I heard her breath catch. "Now let'ssee how you suck cock. Don't worry, pig, you can have seconds of asshole later."
She grabbed the base of my cock with one hand, caressed my balls with theother, and started going to work. She had a hard time getting used to it; mycock was thicker than any she had touched before. Her eyes kept darting upto meet mine, imploring me for praise.
I spit on her again. She withdrew slightly.
"Awful. You call that sucking cock?" I reached around and found my handcuffs.Quickly, I snapped them onto her wrists and locked her hands at the small ofher back.
I stood up in front of her and slapped her again. She yelped, and her eyesgot wet again. I grabbed a double handful of her hair.
"Open wide."
The face-fucking I gave her was a thing of beauty. She was trapped, unableto move, as I plunged my nine inches in and out of her mouth. Red lipsticksmeared on my shaft, and on her cheeks. I kept going deep, prompting her todrool thick globs down her chin. She grunted and gagged and made a pitifulwhining sound.
"You want to eat my cum?"
The whining sound turned into something like 'mmm hmm' but it didn't matterwhat she answered. She was to be my cum bucket. Time to break her in the hardway.
I pulled my cock away from her, and shoved her over the chair. Her face wasflat on the seat, flush in the pool of saliva she had dripped in my ass. Iheld onto her hair like it was the reigns of a beast of burden as I mountedher from behind.
"Remember this fucking, pig. You will never have such quality cock again." Islammed home into her pussy. She squealed in pleasure, and started bucking – shewas hot and worked up she was hitting orgasm almost instantly, hitting thepeak of pleasure every time I plowed deep into her vile pussy and smashed againsther cervix. Her tail swished back and forth, causing a pleasurable ticklingon my lower belly.
I rode her hard for a few minutes. Then I grabbed the tail and jerked itfree; it came out with a POP. Before her gaping cornhole could contract, Ijammed my cock deep into her bowels. She howled. She sobbed. Her bare feetkicked against the floor. Her bound hands fluttered like little birds. I pulledback tighter on her hair, riding her like a mule.
"You dirty fucking bitch. You whore. You fuckpig piece of aahhhhhh!" Withher last whimper I went over the edge, and emptied a massive torrent of spermdeep into her ass.
I pull out slowly, find the keys, and unlocked her cuffs. Gently, I massagedher wrists, but kept her face down, her back bent.
I grabbed the plate, slid it between her knees, and then allowed her to situp.
"Squat over that plate," I said lazily, laying back to watch. "Let my cumdrip out of your ass. Push it out, if you have to."
Jessica squatted, facing me, face red and ashamed. She strained and clenchedher ass, and white creamy jizz started to drip onto the glass.
"T-t-thank you for letting your pig cum, Sir," she mewled, and bit her lowerlip. The cum continued to drizzle across the plate, like frosting dusted withbrown sugar. "Your cock is so perfect."
"Here, suck on this. It will help." I jammed the butt plug into her mouth.She gagged, and her eyes filled up with tears. "Jesus Christ you never stopcrying, do you?"
She let loose a tiny little fart, spraying cum, and for some reason thisset her off to crying again. Being a spittoon and eating ass was one thing,but farting in my presence seemed to affect her harshly. She started weepingagain, making pitiful little noises around the buttplug wedged in her jaws.
It took about five minutes before I was satisfied that all the cum has leakedout of her ass. Then I pulled the plug from her mouth, replaced it in yourass, and pushed her face down into the plate.
"Dinner is served. Eat it while it's still warm and smelling like your shit,cum bucket."
She was rigid, staring at it, inches away from her nose. I let go of herhead.
"I won't force your face into it. I won't have to, will I?" I said calmly,quietly. "I told you to eat it, and you will lick it up because you obey me.It would easier for you if I forced you to do it, wouldn't it? I wouldn't giveyou the easy way out like that. You put your mouth down there and lick up thatstinking cum because you are a depraved, pathetic, slut whore."
She lowered her face and stuck out her tongue. Her chest was shaking a little.
I laid down next to her and giggled at her while she cleaned the plate.
"You are good spittoon, slave," I said mock-gently. "As a dish washer, youleave something to be desired. Maybe if I gave you something else to lick up." Icleared my throat and spit onto the plate. She continued licking until theglass plate was clean.
As she tried to regain her composure, I moved back into my chair and pushedPLAY on the vcr remote. I had a tape already cued up in the machine, a nastylittle porno flick called Rough Sex.
"Watch these whores eat ass," I told Jessica sternly, moving her to facethe tv. "You might learn something."
"Yes, Sir," she mumbled. She kept her arms in front of her, trying to coverup her belly. I smacked her face, and she understood, moving her hands aroundto the small of her back.
"I see you for the pig you are, Jessica. Don't try and cover up your gut,it doesn't do any good."
"Yes, sir." She was smart enough to look at me whenever I spoke to her.
"If I catch you covering up again, you will be in trouble."
"What does that mean, Sir?" she asked, her eyes honest.
I reached out and slapped her face. And then again, a backhand.
"I'm sorry, Master," she cried. Your pussy was starting to stink again; thebitch really did love to be slapped around. "Your pig won't cover up again."
We watched the movie for a while. Jessica was still wildly turned on; I couldsmell the juice from her cunt. Every few minutes I would reach down and playwith her a little. First I tied up her tits with thin lengths of rope. ThenI pulled out the nipple clamps and attached them… but only after givingher big beautiful breasts another fierce round of slapping.
I put her in a few positions, moving her every once in a while. Just so shecould get the feel of being my footstool, being my drink holder, so she couldlearn how I liked to have my feet and back rubbed. Every time I needed to spit,I just snapped my fingers – her mouth would open, her tongue would extend.I had complimented her on her spittoon abilities, and she seemed extra eagerto please me in that fashion.
And then I got out a black marker, and looked down on her.
"I'm not sure what to write," I said, pensive. "What word sums you up thebest?"
Leaning down, I wrote PATHETIC in big black letters over her tits, acrossher chest.
"You're Pathetic."
"Yes, Sir. I'm Pathetic. I'm your dog, your pig, your property."
I patted her head gently, then quickly grabbed a handful of her hair andyanked hard. She fell to the side, and crawled to keep up with me as I draggedher into the other room. We went through the bathroom, her whimpering the wholetime, and into the bathroom. I pushed her next to the toilet.
"Lift up the lid… with your mouth, cum bucket!" She put her lips onthe toilet seat and pushed it up. "Now leave your face right there, over thewater."
Her neck lay across the edge of the toilet, her face extended out over thebowl. I snapped my fingers, and she opened her mouth. She was shivering, petrified.
"You've never been a urinal before, have you, Pathetic?"
"N-n-n-no Sir."
I smiled down at her and unleashed a torrent of piss across her pretty features.She gurgled and groaned. She retched a little when I sprayed hot urine acrossher tongue. I shot piss over her ear, in her hair, and made sure to aim specificiallyup her nose and into her mouth. She started to cough, trying to fight off hergag reflex.
Finished, I let my dick hang between my legs. A yellow drop beaded up onthe end. I snapped my fingers and pointed – she leaned up to me, extendedher tongue, and licked it clean.
She looked so defeated, so broken. Her eyes were wide and honest, showingme that she had never felt so dehumanized in her life. Little curls of herdark hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks, pasted there with piss, spit, andcum. Three things the little bitch would come to crave.
"You learn quickly, pet. I bet you'll be as good a toilet as you are a spittoon.Whoops, you missed a few drops."
I pointed to the rim of the toilet bowl, which was drizzled with dozens ofsmall dots of urine.
"Stick out your tongue, Jessica," I instructed, as if talking to a dog. "Keepthose eyes open. You don't get to run away into your head. I want you righthere, with me. You are Jessica, a nursing assistant and part time student.You live with your parents. You came to me because you loved the stories Iwrote about degrading sluts. You are a sad, pitiful excuse for a woman, anddeserve everything you get. Now, you are to use that whore mouth of yours toclean that toilet. And while you do it, you are to stroke your clit."
Sniveling, she got to work, licking the porcelain clean of piss. I hadn'tcleaned the toilet in a couple of weeks, so it was fairly disgusting. She coughedwhen she got a pubic hair in the back of her throat, and then continued on.
A funny noise started deep in her throat. It sounded like a moan of pleasure,but one she was fighting, trying to choke back.
"That's clean enough," I said, when it was spotless. "And now…"
I pointed to the floor next to the toilet. She looked up at me, pleadingsilently. I grabbed her hair and pushed her face down. When I let go, she wasalready at work.
And then it happened – despite how hard she was fighting it, the humiliationof the scene and the stroking of her clit brought her to orgasm. I saw herquiver and quake, exhaling a long hiss that bled into a groan. Her tongue stoppedmid-lick, spread out flat on the nasty bathroom floor as she exploded in amassive cum.
And then she broke into tears again, realizing what had just happened. Realizingit meant everything I said about her was true. Realizing that she had neverbeen more turned on then she was right now.
"Stop," I told her. My cock was throbbingly erect at the spectacle of hersubmission. She turned to face me, still on her knees, hands still behind herback. She looked almost clown-like, with her black eye makeup having smearedand run in streaks and splotches, her lipstick so rubbed it looked like greasepaintaround her mouth.
She took my cock into her mouth eagerly, passionately. She rammed her faceup and down on my cock, gagging herself, raping her own mouth on my meat. Ireached down and played with her bound breasts, squeezing the clamps untilshe made a pained (but muffled) noise.
"Okay," I said, "crawl back out here bitch, it's time to play a little back-and-forth."
I walk behind her as she crawls, kicking her ass once in a while to egg heron. I positioned her in the middle of the living room, and set pillows downin front of her hands. She was not allowed to use them, they were for me. Thecarpet was good enough for her hands and knees.
"Here's how we play, pig Jessica. I'm going to go back and forth betweenyour ass and your mouth. It's like flipping a coin. You want to make me cumeither heads or tails. At stake is what happens to you next. If you win, youget to take a shower, run some errands for me, and when you come back we'llhave dinner and you can stay the night."
Her eyes lit up.
"If you lose, you put on your dress and leave right after I cum, withoutbeing able to clean up."
"Let's play," I pinched her nose shut and jammed my cockhead deep into hergulping throat. I face fucked her ruthlessly, gagging her so much I thoughtshe would puke. Thick ropes of saliva dripped.
"Now the ass," I commanded.
She pulled away and turned around, presenting her shapely round ass. I grabbedthe tail and yanked out the plug, and then went to work on her hole.
"You love it in your ass, don't you, bitch?"
"I love it in my ass, Sir," she moaned.
I smacked her ass a few times, making it jiggle as I plowed it. She was spreadwide open from the plug and her earlier fucking, still nice and slippery. Aftera few more strokes I smacked her again and pushed her away.
She crawled around without being instructed, fully aware of the rules ofthis game. My cock stuck straight out like a prong, and she put her red-smearedlips around the knob.
"Lick the taste of your ass, cunt," I snarled, smacking her cheek lightly. "Openwide."
She tilted back her head and opened so I could spit into her mouth, thenwent back to licking my cock like a candy. I started raping her mouth again.Then I went back for seconds of her ass, and thirds. Finally, I decided togive her a bit of a respite and drop my load on her face.
"Here it comes," I told her. I grabbed her ears, squeezing them as I pumpeddeep into her throat. She started gagging, and I felt the puke rise in herthroat.
I pulled out just as she spit up a mouthful of bile, piss, and jizz on thefloor. She kept her mouth open, and her eyes wide, as I pulled on my shaftand shot cum all over her weak and trembling visage.
She looked up at me, truly pathetic. My cum globbed on her cheek and randown over her lips. She stuck her tongue out and scooped up what she could,but kept her hands down.
"You may finish your dessert," I said lightly. She used the tips of her fingersto scoop the jizz off her face and into her mouth.
I untied her breasts, then quickly took off the clamps. I rubbed her titsroughly, kneading them like doe, stopping only to pinch her nipple and makeher squeal.
"Now go get clean," I commanded. She started to get up. "You don't get towalk. You are still my pet pig."
"I'm sorry I made a mess," she wailed, pointing at her puke stain on thecarpet. "Let me clean it up for you, Sir. Let your f-f-fuckpig clean it."
"No, you won fair and square," I smiled. "Crawl into the bathroom and getclean. Quickly, now! I'll clean this."
She crawled away. I heard the water come on, and the clink of the showercurtain closing.
I went to the corner, picked up her pretty dress, and used it to mop up theworst of the stain. It was still wet, and stank like hell. The dress absorbedmost of it.
When Jessica came back out, she was still on all fours. Her skin was damp,and steamed lightly in the cool conditioned air. Her cheeks were rosy pink,and not just from my handprints.
She saw her dress, and her face fell. It was priceless. I sat down in thechair, dialing a number on the phone, and snapped my fingers.
"Footstool," I said simply. She crawled before me and held the position;she was kneeling on her dress, pushing it deeper into the damp carpet. I putmy feet on her back.
"Hi, Jeff. How you doing?" I said, when my old friend Jeff answered the otherend, at Triple X Video and Novelty. "Yes, yes, it's all going well. Listen,I'm going to send my new slave down to pick up some things. You have my creditcard on file, so go ahead and just charge it. Did you get my order? Great… hey,Jessica, I ordered a steel doggie dish with your name on it… Sorry aboutthat, Jeff. Okay, here is what I want. Are you ready?"
Jeff said he was.
"I'm going to need a French maid's outfit. She's a pig, so get her one thatalmost fits, but not quite. Okay, and I'm going to need a good black collar.Have the tag read 'Pathetic.' Also, give me your best chastity belt. Great.Thanks, Jeff."
I hung up, and set the phone down on her back. She was stiff as a board.I reached down and squeezed her teats, and found the nipples hard.
"Okay, Jess, get dressed and go to the porno store."
I moved my feet. She sat back on her haunches. The shower had scrubbed awaythe make-up, the jizz and spit, but her eyes were still pink and puffy. Shepicked up her dress gently, and tried to smooth it out on the floor. Over halfof it was colored pinkish yellowish white from the mop-up job. And it stanklike puke.
She had bought the dress just for tonight, just to look good for me, andthis is how I treat her. How low she must feel.
She put it on without complaint. But her eyes silently implored me for mercy.Unsteadily, she got back up to her feet.
"Do you have something to say, Pathetic?" I said calmly, standing to seeher to the door. "If this is too much for you, then by all means don't go pickup my order. These things I'm buying for you, might I add. Gifts. As if youeven deserve them! But if you choose to not pick up the order and to go home,then stay home. I don't want to see you again. So it is your choice."
I opened the door for her.
"I'll come back," she whispered, her voice scratchy from wailing and crying. "Master,I want to come back."
"Fabulous," I leaned in and kissed her forehead. "I'll get dinner on. Hurryback."
I shut the door and locked it.
Humming to myself, I got dinner started. Chicken and rice, with a couplebottles of beer. I put candles on the table, and turned on some music in thebackground.
Under the table, in front of my chair, I set down her place – a littlevotive candle on a place mat. When she got home, her shiny new bowl would bethe final touch.
The human food was just for me. She was having something else to eat. I wentto the cupboard and took out a can of wet dog food.
When she came back, we would have a romantic dinner. And then we'd put herthrough her paces and play with the new purchases.
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