So anyway, it was a few years later that, one morning, I had this really good idea. See, I was working as a painter then, and getting decent money. I was renting this house on the edge of town. It was kinda dumpy, but it was cheap, and there weren't any close neighbours, so I could have whatever parties I wanted and no shit head would call the cops to complain about the noise.

Anyways, I woke up one morning with this raging boner, and while I was takin' care of business, I think to myself, why the hell should I have to jerk off? Why don't I get some whore to do the work for me?

The problem with that, of course, would be putting up with the bitch the rest of the time, y'know? Like, I'd have to have her whining at me when all I wanted to do was watch TV, have her bitching at me when I wanted to go out with the guys, and if all I wanted was a quick, in-out before bed, and in the morning, she'd whine and complain, wanting me to take care of her too.

Like I had the time to make some frigid bitch come in the morning. All I wanted was a hole so I could stick my dick and have a quickie, then get off to work.

So I'm jerking off, like, and I think, well, maybe I shoulda kept one of those sluts that I tied up. Like, instead of letting them go, I could, like, keep em' in the basement or something, so they'd be ready to fuck whenever I was in the mood.

When I thought of all the bitches I'd roped and raped over the last years it made me want to spit that I had to jerk myself off. I mean, they were all out there walking around, all that cunt meat fresh on the hoof, and I didn't have any available to me.

What a fuckin' crime!

So, after I finish, I decided I was gonna get some hot bitch and keep her for awhile, to, like, take care of things like that when I was in the mood, maybe have her do the housework around here, too, cook and clean, and that sort of shit.

Anyways, over the next week or two I check out lots of bitches, looking for a real foxy slut that I could grab and keep for awhile, but who wouldn't be really missed, y'know? Some slut who lived on her own somewhere.

And then, who shows up at work but this temp secretary. She was a foxy, gorgeous blonde with shoulder length hair and deep green eyes. Every guy there tried to make time with her, including me, but she wasn't having any. She was a real ice maiden.

One of the guys bribes Gina in personnel, and we find out that she's single, twenty-one, and just got into town. She doesn't know anybody!

So, right away I'm thinking, hey, this is the bitch I'm looking for. I could sure wipe the snotty look off her face.

She was gonna be there for just three days, so that gave me three days to get her away somewhere. I tried, believe me, I tried, but this slut... her name was Darcy... just wouldn't give me the time of day.

So I followed her home, to see if maybe I could snatch her there, and see her stop on the way home...at a fuckin' dyke bar!!!

The fuckin' bitch was a fuckin' dyke!

I was, like, stunned, and really pissed off, too. Who did this slut think she was pretending she didn't want cock!? She spends her time eating bush when I'm jerking off for want of a pussy to stuff my dick in? That sure as hell wasn't fair!

Next day at work she was wearing this tight little blouse, and this short little skirt, and I'm, like, seein' red, y'know. I mean, this little dyke bitch is showing it off around the office just to turn guys on, even though she thinks she's too good for cock.

Well, maybe I should describe our place. It's this big construction outfit, see, and mostly it's all storerooms. There's an office up front where a half dozen bosses work, along with a couple of secretaries, and there's a receptionist by the doors. Darcy worked near the back, at the shipping and receiving doors, where stuff was off loaded. She did the paperwork for Gus, the dock foreman.

Anyway, most of us guys were off on work assignments, and the bay doors were closed on account of Gus and his guys were at lunch. So I come in and see this little dyke whore going into one of the store rooms with a clipboard, and I'm pissed off, right.

So I just went in right after the little whore!

I slammed the door behind me, and the bitch yelps and turns around.

"Wha...what do you want?" she says.

"What's it to you, dyke?" I sneered, coming forward.

"You leave me alone," she says, holding the clipboard up in front of her.

"Or what, dyke?"

"I'll report you Mister Sanders!"

"Yeah, so what? Think he'll care, dyke?"

She moves to go past me and I'm like, pissed, y'know, that this dyke thinks she can just shove me away, so, almost on reflex, I threw a hard one into her belly.

She lets out a whoof of air and doubles over, dropping the clipboard, sliding to her knees on the floor. I put a foot on her chest and shoved hard, so she goes flying backwards and lands on her back with her legs apart. Then I run forward and kick her right in the cunt with my work boots.

She gurgles and gargles and moans, flipping like a fish suddenly dropped on dry land. But the wind's knocked out of her, see, so she can't make much noise. Not that anyone would hear anyways, not back here.

I dropped to my knees and grabbed her blouse, then tore the thing right off the bitch, just ripped it apart. She whimpered some more, but I tore off her bra, then jerked her skirt off and tore apart her panties. I wanted the little dyke whore bare assed naked.

I threw my body on the jiggling, wriggling whore and pulled out my cock, then pressed it against her snatch and drove it home.

But not without effort. Let me tell you something, this slut was tighter than any I'd had for a long while. in fact, she was a fuckin' virgin! She was twenty-one and nobody had popped her cherry! Well, I tore that sucker loose and then gave her a fuckin' she wasn't gonna forget any time soon.

She started to get her breath back, whining and coughing and groaning, so I slapped her face a few times, then grabbed her panties and stuffed them into her mouth. I finished fucking the bitch, then got up and looked around.

Well, sir, there was some rope right there on a hook, and a pretty fair length of it too. I took it back to where the bitch was laying, and dragged her up by the hair till she was standing there, well, mostly standing, kind of swaying from side to side an' whimpering.

Anyways, I looped the rope around her hips, pinning her arms to her sides real tight, then tied it off. I looped more rope around her upper arms, just for good measure, and while I was at it had some fun running the loops over and under her tits, really squeezing those suckers out.

The bitch was trying to spit out the panties, so I got a rag and pressed it against her mouth, then tied it around behind her head. I looped another loop around her ankles, then sat her down on a chair while I searched for something to put her in.

I found a box and dragged it over, then stuffed her inside. She tried to avoid it, but hell, she couldn't do nothing but flop and wriggle, so I hefted her in pretty easy, then closed the top. I opened the door and looked around, and didn't see nobody, so I went and got my pickup real quick.

I opened the bay doors and drove the pickup right up to the loading dock, then dragged the box over and loaded her onto the truck. Then I got her clothes and purse, shoved them into the box, wrote a little note that said she had to go, and took off.

I had me my slut!

Oh, she wasn't any too happy about it, but I figured i could teach her her place in no time. One thing about the bitches, they didn't react well to pain, not even to anger. You scream in their face and they tend to collapse and fold like a wet deck of cards.

Anyways, I wasn't about to put up with no dyke bitch giving me back talk, and since she probably wasn't more than five, three, and didn't weigh much more'n a hundred pounds or so, she wasn't gonna be able to back talk long before she learned that.

I drove home real quick and backed the pickup into the garage, then closed the door. I jumped up into the back and lifted the top off the box, then looked down at the bitch. She looked back, eyes wide.

"Hey there, slut," I grinned. "Welcome to your new home."

I gripped her arm and pulled her up out of the box, then hefted her over my shoulder and carried her into the house. I had to get back to work before I was missed, so I just carted her through the house and down into the basement, then dropped her on the floor.

I got a chain with a hook on it, hung it from the ceiling, then lifted the bitch up by the ankles. I got the ropes, the ones around her ankle, over the hook and stood back, watching as she swung and swayed from side to side.

"There you go, slut. You can hang out here for awhile," I said, then laughed uproariously.

I took off then and went back to work. I had a job in the east end, then another downtown, then I had some beers with the guys before heading home. By the time I got there it was getting dark, and the slut had been hanging there upside down for, oh, about seven hours.

She was still there when I got home.

I sat down and watched her for a few minutes, trying to figure out what I needed to do with her.

I wanted her available to me whenever I was in the mood, and I wanted her to be working around the house while I was gone, cooking and cleaning and sewing, that sort of shit, y'know? But I didn't want to come home and find the place full of cops.

Ropes weren't sure enough. I was definitely gonna have to go get some chains, some shit she couldn't get out of. I already had bars on the windows, but I was gonna have to paint them over too. There weren't any near neighbours, but if the bitch got to the windows and broke one and started screeching, well, someone was bound to call the cops sooner or later.

What a pain in the ass.

I figured I was gonna haveta train this whore real good so she didn't give me any shit, and didn't try and stick her face out of the house.

I got up and went over to her, then untied the rag from around her head and let her spit the panties out of her mouth. I was ready to smash her one if she started yowling, not that anyone would hear her anyway, but all she did was cough and breath heavy.

"Hey, slut," I grinned. "Having a fun time?"

I ran my hand over her ass while looking down at her, then pushed her so she swung back and forth. She kind of whined and moaned but still didn't say much.

"Let me tell you how it's gonna be, baby," I said. "You're gonna do the cooking and cleaning around here, and I'm gonna fuck you up any hole I want whenever I want, any way I want, for as long as I want. As long as you're okay with that you ain't got no problems. You act up, though, and you're gonna feel a whole world of hurt."

"Let me go, you fucking bastard," she groaned.

"Now that ain't nice, calling me names like that. That ain't one of the things I'm gonna let you get away with, slut. You gotta show respect."

I pulled out my dick and wagged it at her. "See this?" I said. "This here is a cock. This makes me a man. You ain't got one, so you're just a cheap little slut that ain't good for nothing but fuckin'."

I took my belt off and licked my lips in anticipation as she swung slowly around. I slashed the belt across her ass and she howled and whined and jerked and thrashed, swinging and twisting on the end of the chain as I snickered and watched.

My cock gave a lurch, though, and I raised the belt and cracked it across her ass cheeks again, then again, then again, each time making her swing and twist and bounce on the end of the chain as she yelled and cursed and cried out in pain.

"You're gonna learn respect, whore," I said, slashing the belt across her ass repeatedly.

My cock was pulsing with lust after a couple of minutes, and I had to stop. I tossed the belt down and went over to the whining bitch, stopping her from swinging and holding her still. I turned her around so her ass was against me and pressed my cock down against her hole.

"You're gonna love this, slut," I said. "Every whore loves getting butt-fucked."

She said something, but she was whining to hard to make it out. I didn't much care what she had to say, anyway, as I concentrated on forcing my throbbing pecker down into her tight little ass opening. Her cheeks were red and hot as I laid my cock between them and pushed the head inside her.

She kept whining, but hell, bitches are always whining, and I knew she'd get used to it in a couple of days. Till then, I figured I'd have to put up with a lot of tears. Well, it was worth it. I shoved my cock deeper and deeper into the whore's asshole, and the feel of it around my pecker was fantastic.

I rammed it down until my balls were mashed into her ass cheeks and my dick was deep in her shitter, then I reached up and grabbed her legs hard and got on board. I mean, I actually got on her, clapping my less around her torso as I held on to her legs.

My cock was buried in her asshole as I ground my balls against her cheeks. She howled louder, so I guess the extra couple of hundred pounds of weight on her ankles wasn't making her feel any better, but I felt real good, and that was all that really mattered.

We swung around a little, and I kept twisting and grinding my pecker in her asshole, then I got tired of that and got off, standing up and holding her still while I started pumping the bitch. I rammed my pecker down into her as fast as I could, reaming out her little hole as she yipped and yapped and whined so hard I wished I'd left the gag in.

After I'd dropped my load I went upstairs to watch TV for a couple of hours, leaving the slut hanging down there. Around eleven I went down and cut her down from the chain, but left her tied up. She moaned a lot, probably cause the blood was leaving her head finally, and again didn't say much of note.

"So let me explain things to you, you dyke bitch," I said. "Being a whore is bad enough, being a dyke whore is ten times worse. Your pussy was put there so it could swallow cock, not so you and some other dyke could rub pussies together or suck each other off. You gotta be punished, and I'm just the man to do it."

"First off, what I say goes, no matter what it is. I tell you to jump you jump. I tell you to suck, you suck. I tell you to roll over and play dead, to crawl, to lick the toilet, you do it. You don't say no, you don't whine, you don't beg, you don't hesitate. You do it right away and you show some eagerness too."

"You understand me, whore?" I demanded.

She just lay there looking up at me with big puppy dog eyes and whimpering.

"I asked did you understand me, you slut?" I yelled.

"Ye...yes," she whimpered.

"And that's another thing. I got a name. It's master. When I say something you answer yes, master, or no, master. Got that? You forget it and you get a whipping."

Again the whore just looks at me. I mean, what is she, stupid?"

"I asked you a question, slut!"

"Yes, Master," she yelped.

"Say it again," I grinned.

"Yes, Master."

"Again."

"Yes, Master."

I pressed my bare foot against her face and rubbed my toe against her cheeks and lips.

"Suck my big toe, slut," I grinned.

She looked at it in disgust.

"I gave you an order, whore!"

She licked her lips, then closed her eyes and licked at my toe.

"I want to see some enthusiasm, slut! Not all whores get to suck on my toes. You should remember how lucky you are and act appreciative."

I pushed my toe into her mouth and wriggled it around, then started kinda fucking her mouth with it before pulling back.

"Give my foot a tongue bath, whore," I said. "Lick it all over, and don't forget in between the toes. I ain't washed in a few days and it's getting kinda dirty."

"Please," she whimpered. "Please let me go."

"You fuckin' bitch! I didn't say you could whine, did I? I told you to lick my feet, and I expect you to do it now!"

I nudged her with my foot, rolling her onto her belly, then put my foot under her face. She started licking at the top, avoiding the toes as long as possible. I kind of enjoyed it, though it was a little ticklish.

She licked all up and down my foot, then around the sides and ankles before finally sliding her pink tongue in between the toes. She had a long tongue, like one of those guys you meet in the bars sometimes who can lick their noses, and I figured it came from stuffing her tongue up snatches.

"Now the other one," I grinned.

Instead she drops her face on the floor, moaning.

"Come on, whore."

"I...can't," she whined. "My neck...I can't keep my head up any more."

"I didn't ask for complaints, slut."

"Please...untie me and I'll...lick your foot."

"You forgot to say master, you whore!"

I swung the belt down against her back half a dozen times as she yelled and screamed and wriggled around.

"I told you what to expect, slut," I said.

"You bastard," she sobbed.

"Now you're really gonna get it. Disobeying my orders, talking back, and forgetting to call me master."

"Please, no...I...I'm sorry," she gasped.

"Not half so sorry as you will be. I'm fed up with your whining and complaints. You're gonna show some respect, bitch."

I looked around the place, my eyes flicking over things I could use on her, places I could put her, and my eyes came to rest on this thick, kind of rusty eyescrew sticking out of the wall above a chest. I forget what it had once held, but the idea came to me that it would sure hold this bitch.

I walked over to the dresser, a rough old four drawer wooden thing, and put my finger through the eye, pulling on it. It didn't budge.

"Come here, slut," I said. "Crawl across the floor on your belly to me."

I folded my arms as the bitch started wriggling slowly forward. She moaned and grunted a lot, but she kept moving, maybe thinking she'd get some sympathy. Well, she could forget it. I remembered my old man, and how he'd belt us for the slightest sign of rebelliousness, even a look or a mutter. We'd sure as hell jump whenever he said something, and this bitch was gonna do the same. I was gonna hurt her any time she didn't act the way I wanted, and soon she'd learn to move her ass when I said to.

She crawled slowly across the floor, whining even more, and I figured that it was probably due to how her tits were being dragged over the floor underneath her. Well, if she thought that hurt, wait till she felt what I had in mind for her.

She finally crawls over to the dresser, and I take out my knife and cut the ropes loose from her body. I squatted down next to her and pulled her wrists together in front of her, though, then quickly took some of the rope and tied them togehter.

"Okay, whore, stand up," I said, pulling her upwards.

She groaned and wobbled and swayed from side to side, but I turned her back to the chest and pushed her against it. The chest wasn't too tall, and I guess the top came up to just below her shoulder blades. It was tall enough, and thick enough for what I wanted, though.

I pulled her hands up above her head, then pulled them back towards the wall. I pressed them against the eyelet and tied them there, then stood back.

She looked pretty good. The way she was bent back across the top of the chest made her back arch pretty hard, and made her tits stick out hard and round, the skin stretched tightly across those tasty melons.

Cause I didn't want her kicking or anything, I took up some more of the rope and bound her ankles apart to the legs of the chest, then I got my belt.

"Now, slut, I'm gonna tell you this again. When I give you an order you say yes, master, and you jump to obey me. Understand?"

"Yes, Master," she panted.

"Know why?"

"No, master."

"It's cause you're a cheap whore and I'm a man. Got that?"

"Yes, Master," she groaned.

"What are you?"

"A...a cheap whore, Master," she gulped.

"A dirty, filthy cheap little slut, right?"

"Yes, Master."

"A filthy dyke faggot."

"Yes, Master," she whined.

"But we're gonna change that, ain't we, bitch? We're gonna teach you to love cock, ain't we?"

"Yes, Master," she whined.

"You love my cock already, don't you, whore?"

"Yes, Master."

"Fuckin' right!"

"You love to suck cock, don't you, whore?"

"Yes, Master," she moaned.

"Say it."

"I love to suck cock, Master."

"Again."

"I...love to suck cock, Master."

"And you'll always obey me."

"I'll always obey you, Master," she said.

Her mouth said it but her eyes gave me this snotty look.

"I say that snotty look!" I yelled. "You think you can say whatever I tell you and not believe it? You better believe it, slut! You better believe what you're saying is gonna be true! I don't want to see any snotty looks from you. I don't want to hear any snotty tone in your voice!"

"I'm sorry, Master!" she whined.

"Not good enough. It's time for you punishment. Know what that's gonna be?"

"No, Master," she whined.

"Watch and see," I grinned.

I doubled up my belt and raised it high, and she stared at it, then her eyes got wide when she realized where it was going. I swung my arm down and lashed the belt right against her breast.

She howled fair to break my eardrum. I'm telling you! She went on and on and shit, I couldn't take the sound. I had to go back and get her panties and the rag, then stuff the panties into her mouth and tie the rag around her again.

Then I picked up my belt and slashed it across her other titty. Again she screamed, but now the sound wasn't too bad. She shook and thrashed and flung herself against the ropes holding her again and again, her head shaking madly as her tit settled down from it's bouncing.

I lashed the belt across the first tit again, aiming right for the nipple, then hit the second one, then the first, speeding up. She was, like, going insane there, howling and screaming and making the heavy chest jerk and thump as she strained at the ropes.

I figure it was probably hurting her more than a little.

Well, she deserved it. I'd warned the slut.

I whipped the belt down on her breasts again and again, making them bounce and shake and wobble, turning them as red as I'd turned her ass earlier.

You know what the bitch does then? She faints! Fucking whore!