Thursday, October 4, 2007

Slut Confession #80 (Proselytizing The Religion)

Sir,

i am writing a continuation (part 2) of the story- which is not in order right now. please forgive (or punish me if You so desire) my use of the capitalized "I"- it is for purposes of general readability.

“Begin finding a submissive pet. You must proselytize the religion,” Master instructed me.

I suppose I knew he would give me this task, but I dreaded to read it nonetheless. Months ago, Master abandoned me, largely because I did not completing this task. For him, there are no points for effort, no ‘what matters is that you tried.” Not complying is disobedience and he does not tolerate disobedience.

I
dread this task, not because I don’t want to find a submissive pet of my own, but because I fear failure. I fear what failure will mean for Master’s interest in my fuckholes. Because she cannot be just any pet. She must be willing to eventually submit to his will as well. She must convert to my religion of worship of Master’s cock. Perhaps we would serve him together. Or perhaps Master only intends to
watch me train her
. Ultimately, that is the purpose of this story.


The purpose is for the world to hear my call for a submissive pet. For if I fail, Master will leave me again and might never come back. And even if he does come back, I feel he would with less interest, less belief in my capacity to serve him. And I cannot be without him, because I need to worship his cock in order to complete my life’s purpose.

No, she cannot be just any pet- Master will allow only those society deems attractive to serve and worship his cock. Svelte girls. Cute girls. I am flattered to know that Master must see me as one such creature. I know I must be a little thinner to truly please Master, but for now I am petite but also busty. I have long hair as Master likes pets with long hair. And I hope that he finds me pretty.

In stories, I read and write of buxom barbies with tresses of golden hair cascading over their perfect bodies. It’s something most men want to possess- the social ideal. I don’t object. Not only because Master’s cock is my God and I wouldn’t dare to argue with anything that pleases his cock, but also because it makes sense to me that true submissives should subject themselves to Male chauvinist society demeaning ideals.

Female beauty is defined as it is for a reason. We are to be thin so that we occupy little space- it’s a sign of delicacy and submission. We are to be pretty, which means our faces should look youthful, sometimes even baby faced and innocently childlike, while men are valued for bold and matured features. Prettiness is the face of submission that evolution has granted females. It makes men want to use our fuckholes. It makes them feel it is their right to dominate and own us as though we are children that need their authority and discipline. The prettier women look comparatively more submissive, at least subconsciously.

Many a submissive will constrict their bodies temporarily through corsets or modify it through piercings or tattoos even. But the most primal and authentic way of making one’s physical self submissive is to make it thin and pretty. It requires regulated intake of food and exercise. A piercing is a tiny 30-second hole. A 24 inch waist requires real submission, real dedication, real obedience to cock. I am working on my waist. Slowly and painfully, for weeks and months on end. I want my corset to be the internal fibers of my body that hold my waist taught and tiny. I want my entire body, from the inside out, to be submissive.

But it does make finding my pet difficult. She doesn’t have to be perfect, of course, like the kidnapped virgin playmates that so heavily populate the archives of our sexual imaginations. No, she doesn’t have to be perfect at all. Just attractive. And in need of ultimate submission. Or perhaps even just curious.

Years ago, when I was a teenager and my first crush rejected me, my best friend shrugged. She said, “Where’s there is one. There is another.” And I almost always find it to be true. Except with Master. I don’t think there is any other even remotely similar to Master. He has no equal.

But there must be a girl. A girl like me. A girl who lays down at night and steps into a dark and vivid erotic world...

On an island somewhere off the coast of Australia-in an unknown tropical paradise, slut knelt beside Master’s newest
acquisition, pet. Master sat on a throne made of bamboo trunks in front of a
bonfire to light the dusk world.


During the day, Master sometimes felt entertained by keeping slut and pet in coconut shell bras and hula skirts made of straw. But tonight Master kept them both nude and collared. Both willing slaves prostrated before his feet with their lips pressed to his toes.

He ordained, “Whichever one of you slaves has been more pleasing shall be the first to taste my cum tonight.”

Slut and pet trembled and salivated at the mention of drinking cum from the Almighty cock they lived to worship. Master yawned and commanded, “Say your prayers.”

Master trained slut and pet to alternate adoring his cock with prayers. He liked them to speak in whispering adoring voices. Slut was allowed the privaledge of saying the first verse of prayer, because Master acquired her before pet.

“Master, thanks be to your Almighty cock for you have allowed us, your fucktoy slaves, to prostrate before your supreme cock and worship tonight.”

Pet continued, “Praise be to the Almighty cock because we two slaves are compelled to compete with one and other to be the first to taste divine cum. Pet is very grateful to dedicate itself entirely to servicing your cock with its mouth.”

Slut kissed Master’s toe before taking her turn, “Thanks be to Master’s Godly cock for rightfully forcing your slaves to suffer from uncertainty and envy as we desperately worship your cock with our mouth fuckholes by bestowing one of us the honor of first drinking your sacred cum.”

Pet finished the prayer, “Master, please severely punish your cock worship slaves for thinking of each other instead of focusing entirely on pleasing and worshiping your cock.”

Master relaxed his torso on the throne and pointed to his cock, signaling that the cock worship slaves should begin sucking. Slut and pet both began unbridled devotion with their tongues, insatiably lapping and licking the length of Master’s cock. Master pulled slut by her hair and forced her to deep throat his cock while pet immediately tongued his balls. After deep throating slut long enough to choke her, he pulled her mouth fuckhole off and replaced it with pet’s.

Pet’s mouthfuckhole bobbed up and down, as pet drooled with gratitude. Slut closed her eyes in devotion while licking at the hairs at the base of Master’s cock. Both slaves focused entirely on worshiping Master’s cock through service, which they knew was their only purpose.

Finally, Master pushed both slaves off his cock. Both slaves knelt below him with wide open salivating mouth fuckholes, waiting desperately to taste his cum. Master came all over slut’s face and open mouth fuckhole. Slut panted and focused on subduing her strong desire to orgasm at the taste of Master’s divine cum. Pet began to tear and wished only for punishment for being the less pleasing cock-worship slave. It was all she lived for and she couldn’t stand being inferior at it. Pet tried to focus on how she could be more like slut and more pleasing to Master’s cock.

“Slut, share my cum with pet.” Upon hearing the order, pet lunged at slut’s face to lap up the cum off her cheeks and lips. Slut and pet kissed deeply to share the divine cum, being sure to show their tongues frequently in order to entertain Master…


there must be some girl out there. some girl between the palms of Micronesia or by the walls of Timbuktu or perhaps down my street in New England. i want to come to her. i want to find her and teach her the religion she needs to learn. i want to convert her to worshiping Master’s cock because it is what pleases Him.

thank You,
kittyslut

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