Recap: (Sequel to Entries: Foolhardy Hardly Hardy Fool)

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.