Watersports and uterine prolapse included as well.

Recap:

I forgot my place and made a foolish suggestion doubled by a shameless display ending with me locked in the Black Room.

Master came back from the office, Master's Sister told everything to Master and Master got seriously pissed, as expected. She's very precious to Master and just around two years apart from me in age thus it was sensical that I be punished for my ill arousal.

Master set up a stockade in the Black Room, it was assembled with custom modular pieces for ease of assembly and adapt to creativity.

I was attached to a double ring that's adjustable in height according to the height of the supports used, something of a mechanism allows effortlessly lifting the quarry and brutally drops the ring back (thus quarry) to the first height when escalating from the highest point and that ring can be rotated around vertically with a handle mechanism and horizontal if the inner ring is unlocked from following the axis of the outer one.

Master gagged me; put mascara on my eyes (a new touch-up everyday) so that my tears are visible; inserted a catheter in my urethra and plugged it to a fluid port on my gag, there's a balloon pump to the catheter so that Master may force me to piss in my mouth for hydration.

Master also installed two fuckmachines fitted with pro-sport sized baseball bats, not some tiny kid or teen toy - Master used them to hurt me with my own items ('cause they're mine to begin with) - one aiming up towards my pussy and the other to punch my belly as I'm upright at the highest point and when I'm horizontal I can get fucked the other way around by spinning the inner ring around so I face them similarly but horizontally.

Master started by making me fall from the highest to the lowest vertical height so that the bat aiming up would forcefully make its way in my cunt and slam away at my deepest parts, something Master did a hundred times a day without intervals, all in one run at the beginning of everyday.

Master then tenderized my belly with barrages of punches without holding back and stopped personally punishing me when Master would put me back to the highest point and activate the fuck machines so that the two bats would fuck and beat me together in unison.

Master would come back once a day to feed me cum soaked bread and often pump my bladder's content into my mouth through the catheter for rehydration.

The same routine repeated each day for seven days and Master would sometimes put me in an horizontal position for the same to keep happening but with gravity pulling my body down Master would add weights to my nipples' and clitoris' rings.

The feeling of my guts being forced around with the frantic thumping of my womb being atomized by a bat from inside and outside my belly felt absolutely excruciating in a strange mixture of pain and pressured pleasure, I could only scream, moan and make unintelligible noises by the end of the second day and couldn't form words alone, nevermind sentences.

Master would remain adamant and watch me suffer through my own mistake, sometimes giving me rewards, for having made a good impression, being dropped to the lowest height so that Master may better aim and piss over me, jerk off on my face and wipe in my hair and I would deliriously moan my joy out for Master was willing to bestow something upon me other than suffering, only to be set back in place and having my innards pounded once more.

At the end, my pussy was ravaged, my belly was hues of blue, purple as well as splotches of black and my uterus would slip out of my twat since the muscles in my belly were so softened and couldn't hold anything in place. I was a bag of sludge beaten to a pulp and Master, out of generosity, massaged my sore pulverized disgusting womb (that's still intact, it's been trained rigorously and is rather resilient to harsh treatment I'd say) directly with Master's own Delicate Hands to relieve me and make me cum non-stop when the punishment was finally over.

Master gave me time to rest, took care of me during my healing and pampered me afterwards, I was a bit like a child, in my mind, again, like, I have a tendency to regress during harsh punishments since I'm so weakly built and my mind is rather flimsy. I actually mentally broke, once, due events of my past which I'm guessing kind of eased things - like how a pussy that's overfucked gets all loose and is easier to penetrate, too much mindfuck and things get crazy easy.

Do not mistake, though, for as brutal as it was I revelled in each moment and squirmed in much pleasure throughout my predicament although I admit it was thoroughly hurtful. Regardless, I deserved every bit of it.

Then came the next week, where Master took time off of work, for once...

I had been punished the week before and after it was over, I had a break of a single day for I didn't know the following would occur...

Master announced to me that I would get fucked every day starting sunday which was, like, tomorrow at the time.

I was so glad Master still wanted to use me after that merciless week of condign punishment, so much so that I gleefully squealed like the good little piggy I am as I still couldn't shape words with my mouth - slaves don't need words to fulfill their purposes anyway~

(I still had trouble saying stuff until a week and a half after the one of this entry, like, saying "hello" sounds like "hehho" or something haha, I'm used to it, same with my eyes, it gets back to normal after some time so don't worry too much about that, dear reader~ ?)

Sunday came and I made myself as ready as I could in my state, I lifted my butt as high as my hips could take themselves at the sharpest angle I could manage so that my bitch identity is upheld and my devotion pleased Master who praised me, pet my head, pressing and pushing it down into the pillow to suffocate me and began railing me without foreplay to lubricate me or anything - my pussy's always salivating anyways plus I love the pain of having something force inside as my entrance is dry (when it is, which is rather rare as I'm forever too horny for my own good.) It is simply exquisite to just be taken just like that, by Master, without preamble!

Master went on for three hours fucking what was left of my brain out and filled me right up to the brim in one go (Master could but doesn't sleep around and Master had been holding back for maybe a month, maybe two, I don't know) and kept at it regardless of having just cum for one more hour at slamming my meat to then rest over me like I'm a mattress haha.

(I love Master's weight over me, being unable to move or try to and breathing in the stench of both Master's and my sweat together blent blasts my mind past cloud nine~!)

After a while, Master lifts from me, strings of slick fluids such as pussy juices, sweat and saliva connect Master & I until Master goes to get refreshed whilst I stay in bed, still processing all the pleasure that's ruining any capacity for thought that I have - not that I could possibly move, my whole body felt weak with all the sensations assailing me from my core to my extremities and my extremities to my core, my body as a whole became an ultra-sensitive sex organ.

Master then set up my limp body at a stockade, a different one from the one I'd been on the week prior, this one had my head locked in place, resting on my chin with a bar gag at my mouth - my favourite bar one, very used with deep dents from repetitive use and many strong bites - my arms were locked straight along my torso all the way up to my hips that were lifted as with my rear and my legs were stuck together, locked from my knees to my feet.

Master had taken one of the baseball bat-equipped fuck machines back in the Black Room and set it to fuck my miserable, sloppy, tired, musky pussy once again, which I could only love and want, neverminding the pain. I was installed in the most used, bigger living room and could see a calendar on the wall, Master would check the days that were over and circle the current one so I could kinda figure the time elapsed.

I would be fucked on that stockade all week by Master who wouldn't hold back in painting my insides white all day everyday and, whenever Master would refrain for a rightful respite from my longing meaty walls needy of much betterment, the bat would replace Master's Beautiful Scepter to deeply beat my meat something mean. For meals, Master would turn the machine to the lowest intensity, undo my bindings so as to straighten me up enough to not choke as Master feeds me real meals cut down in small pieces so that I may swallow properly, scooping to add semen that coated my vulva to the platter in order for me to eat like a proper slave slut should. Revelling in lewdity through every fiber of my entire being, meanwhile my pussy was being levelled by the machine propelled yellow birch bat at an increasing speed the more I came close to finishing my plate and then I was locked again. The same happened at every of my meals that week, I also drank frequently since I sweat a lot.

Day #1 of 7: I took great joy in my happy predicament, regardless of the hurt of my previous, unhappy predicament.

Day #2 of 7: I was drowning in pleasure and some residual pain from my healing beat-down belly and pussy, still able to think a bit.

Day #3 of 7: I couldn't think anymore already and let myself be subsumed in pleasure, pain and endless forced orgasms of my weak hypersensitive pussy~

Day #4 of 7: Mostly recuperated from the past week's punishment, I was still mindlessly moaning my heart out in ragged whimpers and beastly growls through my gag~

Day #5 of 7: My eyes were loosely rolling on their own, kind of shaky, my muscles throughout my body were completely soft so I was limp and unable to move as the pleasure ran rampant and I couldn't process anymore of it.

Fact of the moment:

It's actually common in albino children for our eyes to move so frantically, it's a phenomenon called nystagmus that occurs in most albino children and betters with time, some have it stop entirely as time advances whilst others see it persist throughout their lives although the intensity of it tends to diminish with time.

Personally, mine stopped entirely but I kind of get episodes when my limits are exceeded far too much.

Day #6 of 7: My brain was soup haha, like, cup noodles but semen for pasta and sweat with my own juices blent together with piss for stock hahahaaahn~!

Day #7 of 7: What's... A...? Brain...?? Even...??? Aheh.

After that, Master unbolted me from my spot and placed me in my coffin bed as I was spasming like I had been for the past two days, made me drink water and a cereal 'shake so that I had something in my body as Master closed the lid so that I may rest well as the sun came a-knocking.

I slept and woke up delirious for about three days starting sunday and I still kind of feel... Odd and hear things - but it's not the first, second nor third time it happens so I'm used to it haha.

...And that's about it for what happened to my weak self during that week.

My eyes have gotten better, they stopped being loose/jumpy/shaky at some point last week and my stomach has been healing well, the swelling still pains me good but I like it so it's not a problem either.

It may be mind boggling but I had a great time being used like so, especially after my punishment the week prior, I felt like I wasn't a complete disgrace to Master, like I could still be a good girl, like I could be redeemed.

A thought - a hope - that's precious to me.

I was masturbating in the kitchen, fully spread with my muff in full view for any who strolled around the room to enjoy and Master's Sister came out of Her room that's on the second level, across mine, and She froze when She realized what I was doing.

I, like a dumbass, kept going and just stared back, wishing Her good morning like everything was normal - I mean, it is normal to me but I forget my "normal" isn't others', outsiders' "normal" so yeah...

I forgot my place and invited Her to shlick along, I was in "horny mode" and every single thought I have in that "mode" are about Master, sex, pleasure and pain so I didn't really take a step back to consider the stupidity of what I was doing.

She answered with a swift "No thank you, I'm fine." and sat across the kitchen isle (like a built-in kitchen table) to eat Her cereals with Her cheeks flushed red, at some point I squirted hard as I climaxed very very vocally (imagine a piglet's noise or screaming mice, I sound something along those lines) and She went to eat in the living room instead.

I thought "Are we watching a movie again~?" as we had the night before and my common sense, for what was left of it, is lackluster whilst in my "horny mode", and followed Her whilst still drenched in sweat and juices. I sat down by Her side and I kept going - again, I didn't realize how inappropriate that was until She asked me to not play with myself with Her around and saying that I was a nothing but a disgusting, unclean, sweat, juices and seed drenched unkempt whore and she wondered how Master could have a fancy for me.

I could feel my womb squeezing at Her words - I love being confirmed what an irredeemable good little bitch I am~

(P.S.: I'm usually clean, like, not "fresh-out of showers" clean since I'm wet and sweat at all times but I normally shower everyday and have a healthy body - I like thinking I'm not a skunk-skank type of slut, although... Honestly I do like being covered in what She described and have a certain intoxicating aroma to me...)

But I snapped out of my heat and stopped my motions then made my way to the Black Room, where my punishments take place, asking Her to lock behind me. I knew I was going to the Black Room regardless of my attempts to flee and it's better to be a good girl and take what I've got coming for me when I'm dumb so I braced myself.

She did, and my punishment soon came...

This is about Valentine's 2022, last week - late, but oh well.

The day flowed slowly. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes like hours and hours like an eternity. Anything I did for any duration would seem like an instant such as I'd turn my head only to realize the clock's needle hadn't budged, Master was away for business reasons and my life in the daylight is that of a princess locked away in her dark ivory spires for fear of the deleterious sun's gaze, thus, alone, isolated and having no better to do, I proceeded to help Master with matters I'm allowed to temper with - mostly classifying paperwork with relevant informations in their dedicated categories then purpose as well as some stamping.

Four hours through - now in the afternoon - and I receive a call on my phone, it's Master telling me to prepare for visitors. I don't really keep up with days all that much as I was banned from working by Master since the profits from Master's business allow for me to dedicate myself to tend to Master; that being said, I assumed due to that fact that Master's words were a command hinting would-be users - usually males amongst shared friends - would come over to use me like the toy I am so I dressed to appeal:

I started with applying black lip stain (partners often like it when I mark their dicks with lip makeup like they're measuring cylinders as I suck them off), equipping a gag (which they can remove but it's there to shut me up if they don't care about my mouth or what comes out of it), a collar with rings and chains as well as a leash (the collar helps emphasize my submission and provide extra grippings since some don't like to hold me by the throat and/or choke me and the leash is put on a small table at the entrance by the main door, in case they want to take me for a walkie and/or lower me to the state of a bitch indoors), cuffs for my feet then for my wrists (laid next to the leash for extra options), I already had a decent vibrator and a 3XL buttplug inserted and locked in with a belt by Master since the day before so there was nothing to do on that level.

Once attired, I made my way to the entrance to wait for and welcome the forewarned visitors. There's a gate to pass before accessing the abode of Master & I which is always locked and only few people other than Master & I as well as some family members from both sides have a key to unlock it so I didn't expect someone that didn't own one. There was nothing after an hour so I waited still for some more, then, as I began to make my way to the dressing-room to see if I'd missed something, the main door rang. I rushed back to the entrance to open the door in my decorated though unclad state and was met with two delivery men carrying a large crate with whatever the tool they used was (like a pole with handle and two wheels, I'm not familiar with any tool that's not artsy so...), needless to say, they were agape as we three stood there and stared at eachother.

One of them turned his head after a while, beet red, and asked stuttering if I could sign the shipment after inquiring if this was Master's residence, so I signed making affirmative nods, let them place the crate inside whilst my heart beat in powerful thumps. They left shortly after though one kept throwing glances at me, as I didn't hide anything, before leaving the house - Master's training conditioned me not to conceal my bare and shameful form whilst at home and to instead show it off, it's become automatic like my training reprogrammed me to act like so. Once they left, I was on my way to the door in order to close it whilst glancing at the package and wondering what was the payload with a confused mind and I see Master turn the corner of the entrance - Master was hiding in a blindspot which rendered Master unseeable from the doorway - I was filled with surprise and happiness, though frozen in place, even more confused.

Master produced a bouquet of chrysanthemums from behind Master's back which came in varied colours as well as a box of high quality japanese chocolates, of which I couldn't read the name but it was obviously expensive, I could smell it, and kissed me on the forehead before grabbing me by the waist with one of His Hands now free and dragging me across the house to the living room upstairs - shutting the entrance's door on the way. Master ungagged me then pushed my shoulders enough for me to fall over the bed whilst telling me to relax since I was tense - because there's a bed in Our living room, embedded in the wall far back, it's basically always used by Us although it was meant for extra guests so We don't even bother packing it back in its cavity.

I asked how come Master was here, standing in front of the bed and not on a trip abroad - to japan - that started four days ago and should have lasted at least two, Master simply brushed my cheek with one, Venerable Hand and told me "Don't think too deeply." I questionned further out of worry for Master's success and was responded with Master taking hold of my chin and taking a kiss from me, "Don't sweat the small things... If anything, you should be the thing that sweats today, toy;" said Master whilst pointing at the calendar that had today marked with a heart with "V.D." and the initials for Master's and my names. I noticed a metallic glint on the table by the bed, it was the key to my belt that Master had before placing there.

Exhilarated by the omen of this sight, with a smile, I turn my gaze back to Master's Sovereign Form, now void of apparel and having bound my hands and feet to the bed, I found myself smitten with the sight of Master's Debonair Mouth levelling to my lowly, low-born, pathetic and unworthy cunt - I urged Master to not lower to the level of my undeserving inferior self, that there was no need to sully Master's Gracious Tongue, but Master brushed my attempts off saying

"If there's any day I must reward my favourite sweet and lovely cumpig, shouldn't it be on Valentine's? Now hold that tongue and moan, sweetheart."

My chastity belt is unlocked then removed from my lower half, revealing my aroused as well as sopping wet bottom, Master then pulls out both toys out of me, one after the other in loud and sloppy *plops* and lays them on the table, still wet and steaming, besides the key.

Master's Deft Tongue began working its way around inside of me as Master's Godlike Face was pressing and digging against my pussy with force, making me flinch and flail my restrained arms as I tried to gain grip immediately due to the instant, excrutiating pleasure forcefully imposed upon my hypersensitive muff - my training regimen increases my sensitivity and I feel even more when Master does things to me. Master's methods began rotating after a dozen minutes, starting by nibbling and tugging at my clitoris followed by gentle kisses and extensive tonguework mixed with suckles at my inner labia - all of which for two maddening hours.

Master let my panting self cool down for one, single minute before getting up in order to continue drowning me in a sea of bliss. For the next six hours, Master had been fucking me with all sorts of tools and toys of all kinds of sizes - there's quite an array available - and I'd stopped speaking coherrently by the end of those six hours, instead giggling and screaming in the likeness of a beast - like a rabbid animal inside of me had been let out of its cage and unleashed. Master would force me out of unconsciousness with strong shocks and slaps, not pulling any punch either, then keep going. Eventually, Master removed my bindings and turned me over to now expose my back. I was feeling... Blissfully hazy, my vision was blurred and I couldn't control my body nor speak, like I was a spectator watching a vivid movie, staring through my eyes. Every fiber of my being was full of ecstasy and lightness, as though lifted to cloud nine, yet felt heavy like the world was weighing me down.

This moment of reprieve and self-observation felt like ages but... After a minute, like previously, Master who was now on top of me, penetrated my battered twat to my deepest parts and I hurled out a long shriek that forced Master to grab my head and shove it in the pillow I was on. For five more hours, Master railed me whilst smothering me and granting me an intermittent gift of hydration as well as gasps of air - still guarding my consciousness from fading with the earlier methods. I was allowed Master's Powerful Seed to be deposited inside of me a dozen times in that window and my hips would keep moving although I had ruefully become unconscious towards the end regadless of Master's treatment.

The next thing I remember is to have awoken covered in sweat, tears, juices, cum and other fluids I couldn't quite discern about ten hours later, stuck in my unresponsive body with only my eyes to confusedly scan my surroundings. I snapped out of some of my daze and realized that Master was laying next to me and staring at my face, stroking it affectionately and wiping the sweat and some semen from around my eyes as I awoke.

"Peculiar, how you rose with the sun, my moon." said Master in a soft voice that melted what little tension was left in my body, then followed with an unwavering gaze "I held back slightly but I hope my Valentine's present was satisfactory... Here's something to start the day, one of your favourites." Master laid a platter of grilled salmon with rice and miso soup as well as other vegetable based pieces I didn't know the name of yet that waited downstairs in the kitchen - I've been hellbent on japanese-ish cuisine since I became Master's obedient slamhole.

I made an attempt to describe how grateful I was for Master to show such level of thought for me though no word would come out as I had strained my vocal cords, Master knew I would have cried - I cry easily - so, while my eyes were teary, Master lifted me to a sat position against the wall then pet my head and kissed my forehead before gently joining it with Master's own. "No need to say it, I know plenty well." Master sat next to me and began to feed me. In the midst of doing so, Master revealed that the business trip was in truth a trip to hire a japanese cook since Master's previous one died of old age after living a full life not too long ago - R.I.P. Ernestre - the platter I was consuming was made by said new chef. Once I was fed and my face cleaned, Master took an unstrung posture besides me and relaxed with a Stalwart Arm over my shoulder so We'd gaze at the sun through the glass of the living room.

Valentine's ended as I did my best to stay awake and enjoy Master's embrace but I couldn't help meekly searching for a cozy spot for my face under Master's gaze, which made Master chuckle, and half willfully fell asleep breathing in Master's Sultry and Heavenly Armpits' sweat, my face stuck there in repose; I'm a slut for strong smells and an armpit fetishist alongside, so...

By the way, the crate that was delivered? It was written off as a table set but supposedly had the cook in it, oddly enough. I still didn't figure whether he's just a strange fellow or Master arranged for him to arrive like that - Master laughs whenever I ask and the chef laughs too but says it's different traditions.

All in all, a great time.

I was visiting my grandmother and grandfather's grave under the sun as it is my annual pilgrimage, they share the same spot in the soil, I use an umbrella, sunscreens and mainly go under mostly clouded sky. They insisted on being buried together and knowing the romantics they

were, we provided them with a casket big enough for the two sunrays. Lovers even past their time. I had the pleasant surprise of meeting my grandfather's most precious friend as I reached their burial site, they both saved each other's lives a few times since they did some dangerous things in their shared interests and successes in D.I.Y; hand crafting and woodworking and they were a duet of artisans of decent renown in their time and region.

I had been feeling rather blue for the past few days as I stared at the sun filled world through my UV blocking windows, reminiscing about my grandmother who had sparked my love for daylight, flowers and gardens regardless of my relationship with the sun being like that of oil and water, simply by being bright, lovely and sweet to me and having me help around with tending to the greenery; and my grandfather who built my love for working with my hands to craft various things - my most memorable craft was the group of active tin soldiers I had made with his help, each had a different look and performed different actions, though being a tomboy I had to make them all actually shoot their rifles so he spent an entire week trying to make their rifles shoot tiny bullets of sand and pellets of other matter without blowing up or melting. I was upset and being emotional I was tearful that my attempts at making the guns shoot after working so hard to make them - out of wood, dumb I know, but they looked so nice...

When he came to me during my birthday which was celebrated right on sunday the following week - I turned my head as I felt ashamed to not have succeeded at making something with him who was dedicated to show me the ropes - he gave me a large present box containing twenty smaller boxes each containing one of the twenty men of tin we'd made and told me, as their commander, to order them to parade. I set them up on the floor with a curious face and started them then watched them perform their various moves, one even jumps by the way, then comes the time for them to shoot and, when they did, my tears flowed freely. Their gunfire was a ridiculous small "pop" similar to a pen hitting a hard surface but I loved it and jumped at my grandpa to hug him. They operate with an "initial ignition", as I personally call it, which simultaneously begins their sequence as they are linked to the starter pad from which they disconnect and become individual entities once spurred.

Back to my grandpop's friend, I walk to their hallowed grounds and meet this friendly figure by chance and we salute each other. He was just coming down from sharing stories of his own recent creations with his now deceased companion and his wife as he now worked in solo and decided to accompany me to their resting place so we chatted along the way and exchanged news of each other's newest makings and he shared stories of their atelier, from when the duo was still whole, many were actually hilarious though I bit my lips to hold it in - it's not quite polite to laugh about someone in front of said individual, after all. When I was done, he invited me to share a table at a café both our families enjoy greatly and often go to and, I said, why not.

We've spent the entire day chattering over our lives and he jokingly charmed me like clockwork every thirty minutes - because he is still a boy at heart, even though his age - which I'll admit made me smile and I did the same; and we shared some more erotic interests - because he is also a pervert and may still rise, even though his age - though I was witholding some of my dealings since, well, I feared his legs would give out as he'd get an heart attack as his eyes'd roll back and stare at the back of his aged jar. It's been an overall fun time and this encounter lifted my mood surprisingly better than sex and arts had for the past little while. When came the moment of my leaving and farewells, as the sky had cleared and was now clouding over again, he gave my butt a small but firm and loud slap - because, again, he's a pervert and even had his eye on me in the past, which he remembers even though his age - and I scolded him like my grandfather used to when he was alive, though I was half laughing.

He has actually laid his hands on me already thus I had already slept with him - willingly though only once and never again - and there was almost no sex, merely oral. My granddad had heard of it through hearsay and beat him to a pulp with one of his canes - which he broke on him - he would ever since remind him to "not lay his dirty old man hands on his precious granddaughter lest his wrath would be felt thunderous", whenever he entered the atelier and I was already in it; or any room I was in for that matter.

Anyway, I just wanted to share the memory of a good time reminiscent of good times since I'm feeling emotional.

My most memorable blunder as I went rogue was when I went to a "group-up", as we'd come to call it - where we'd mostly have fun together as friends or get off off each others, our small crew of a dozen and a few more, including I, though the count wasn't fixed and some others outside our circle would occasionally mingle. Back on track. So, I had gone to one of our group-ups as the sun began to dim, we were having fun playing games, joking around, doing dumb shit, pulling stunts off and just chattering - you know, teen things.

For some reason the atmosphere that summer evening changed and things became heated - we assumed it was due to the summer's temper and tried our best to ignore it, to no avail. We were drinking some alcohols from our stash which we'd assembled from parental contraband, some bought by the majors of our crowd and other bottles just outright stolen from the alcohol store nearby and we also were smoking reefers.

The overall arousal had slowly turned up as did the creeping climate and our horny teenage selves, one thing led to another and we ended up getting laid in an impromptu orgy that lasted the whole of the night, and, since the following day was a friday without school for most of those present, we just went on even the next day. I ended up staying the week-end without noticing and got an earful from my parents - it wasn't just sex but there was obviously a lot of it.

My father, being more lax and knowing I had I good enough head on my shoulders to think for myself only told me to call next time; whilst my mother who was somehow convinced by my story of staying at a friend's place for four nights, regardless of the smell of leaves still slightly sticking to me, gave me some restrictions. Well, I technically was staying at a friend's but we weren't studying, playing dolls nor pillow fighting, though we did "fight" someway.

By the way, about the alcohol store, there were no cameras in the area nor inside the shop at the time and the owner has a habit of relaxing in the back of the store for quite some time. A pretty amicable man who's still in his prime even though he's around his fifties. I myself even stole a few bottles of Tequila and some other stuff we'd just mix and forget the brand; and since the owner is great, even though he knew I'd "purchased" some of his products "for free" he let it slide saying he knew what it's like to be young and has been giving me and sharing a few bottles for free occasionally ever since.

Master and a few other friends of ours had organized a party set during a chain of holidays, amounting to two weeks, to which the entirety of a few dorms were invited and there was a rule that participating females would have to be part of the "sex segment" and could hide their identities if they wanted to - also not to reveal other girls' identities to the opposite gender - whereas males would have a rule to not try to reveal any girl's identity.

It was a rather well controlled event with health checks - and other rules for covid, naturally - notably for STDs and the like and the rules for the "sex segment" were only revealed to those who had no issue; valid participants would not only have access to the chosen dorms everyone attending had access to, but also to the wings designated for "bitch plowing" - as everyone took a liking to call it - which required a special custom made stamp being applied for entry, something only few had access to.

Most people showed up which was something like 20 000 people, probably more - of which I think about two fifth were females - showing up and partying inside or around the few dorms we were authorized to use under less lecherous reasons. The girls had come to the designated dorms a day before the guys were meant to and we set up our disguises there during the week-end. Some picked masks of all sorts and shapes, others got creative and did ridiculous makeup - which strangely worked for many - or covered their revelatory features with some random stuff, I put on a black veil, coloured my head hair as well as my pubes and armpit hair pink since I'm the only snow-white skin/hair albino attending my uni right now and it would be a dead giveaway that it's me otherwise, I also hid the brand on my nape since a few seemed to have seen it and that was it for girl prep.

The party went on for as long as the holidays went and nobody else than the party attendees; and a small non-attending, minimal amount of people; were on site so we knew why we were there. The girls that were figured out were to reveal themselves for the rest of the party's duration and had the choice to stop participating sexually at any time from that point. One might wonder why or even if the party's rules were followed but they indeed were by the vast majority, they made the festivities more fun even outside of the bitch plowing quarters.

For instance, in the kitchens we'd - amongst other things - discuss, rate and compare the best sex and/or cocks we had during the party and other related details while the boys would look us up, play detective and question us while discussing their leads on unidentified suspects - we'd still wear our disguises, if anything. Some made the mistake to remove it entirely while males were around and a few of those were pretty mousy girls you wouldn't have dreamed of doing the things I've seen them do.

On an even more erotic note, it was unbridled banging for two weeks straight non-stop, I didn't even bother wearing clothes past the first day since I didn't leave the buildings often during the day due to my sensitivity to sunlight, the nights being cool and I was always polishing dicks anyways - plus they'd get covered in seamen which is a pain to wash when there's at least some 100~ people's produces soaking them in a day, with a worth of about a month's cumulation for most of those 100~ people during the first week.

I swear I was a cum faucet the whole time, it'd almost endlessly flow out whenever I didn't have a cock jammed in and I did it everywhere possible on campus, I got found out on the first week's friday on the first dong I rode because of my sweat's smell - which was kinda creepy at the time but whatever - and, knowing my reputation as a quite sexually inclined maiden, the guys only got more persistent, savage and merciless when they did me after unravelling my identity - so much so in fact I hardly had the time to shower and was always slick in cum, sweat and other fluids regardless of showers since I'd just get soiled again the moment I left the shower. Members of sports teams are rough and have quite the stamina.

Even after the weeks of lust, the remaining girls that managed to hide their identities have either been keeping up their secret or boasting about outlasting the two weeks, I know some of those that managed to hide it that still do, we even chuckle whenever we hear others talking about them.

The week-end after the second, final week was dedicated to a clean-up operation and it was hellish. We couldn't get rid of the smells in most rooms which lasted for a good two months, some of the stains on my bedding won't leave and are still there, even now - I bet the same applies to most of the dorms' furniture.