I am a filthy slut

give me your dirtiest fantasies

Tugging at her restraints Kelsey Clements knew it was hopeless.

She looked at the old woman who was reclining in a chair overlooking her, and let out a grunt of disgust on watching this bint begin to masturbate under a silk robe while staring at the helpless woman tied up to the table.

“Do you remember me Ms Clements?” asked the woman, as she lewdly spread her legs to access her sex, the robe parting to reveal more of her naked flesh to the hapless girl.

Kelsey tried to think where she recognised the woman from. It was difficult to think of anything with her mouth forced open, her body trussed up. She shook her head.

“Oh dear, well, you gave my darling granddaughter an F in art class. I told you I would not forget your insolence when we met at the parents evening.”

It came flooding back to her. Little snooty Cynthia, the brat who always assigned homework in late, and never payed attention in class. An F was more than fair for the effort Cynthia put in. But on parents evening this old hag had turned up with Cynthia and they weren’t happy with the grades. Cynthia, instead of listening to feedback simply looked at her grandmother and sneered. “Granny this old witch just has it out for me, she hates me.”

Kelsey had been polite until then, but snapped after this supposed guardian took her granddaughters side. The old woman had leaned forward, looking into Kelsey’s eyes in a piercing glare that sent shivers down Kelsey’s spine.

“I’ve heard all about you Ms Clements, and I do not like any of it. You hindering my granddaughters education simply will not do. I expect an apology and an adjustment of this grade immediately.”

Kelsey was taken back by this woman’s brazen demands. Then she got angry and retorted something she had regretted even at the time for the lack of professionalism.

“It sounds like the apple does not fall far from the tree. The only way Cynthia is getting an improvement to her grades is if she puts time and effort in. She’s 19, not 9, and should know better. So should you Mrs…?”

“Come on Cynthia, let’s go darling, don’t worry, nasty Ms Clements won’t be bothering you much longer, and she will learn my name soon enough.” With that Cynthia and this woman left, leaving Kelsey more worried about an official complaint being lodged, but weeks later, nothing came about. She had almost forgotten about the incident, but now it appeared to have very real consequences.

“That’s right little Ms Clements, remember now?” The woman got up and picked up a bamboo cane from a table nearby. “Remember how I said you would know my name soon enough?”

Kelsey tugged at her restraints, helplessly twitching as the tight rope held her in place. She tried to plead, to beg to be let go, but the gag forcing her mouth open just meant she made a garbled noise as drool streamed down her chin.

“My name, to you, is Mistress. And you’ll be using it a lot around here. I took all the precautions to ensure your abduction went off without a hitch, and now you get to learn a little about decorum and consequences.” With this the old woman brought the cane down on Kelsey’s bare soles causing pain to shoot through Kelsey’s body. Tears welled up in the young teacher’s eyes as she screamed out gargled cries, the cane so accurately hitting her feet, her exposed bottom and her thighs. At some point she passed out, a bucket of water was thrown on her to wake her back up and the woman repeated the harsh punishment. This continued for days, Kelsey would wake, be fed, washed and punished, her Mistress always complaining about how filthy Kelsey was.

Days turned into weeks, and Kelsey stopped thinking she would be rescued. Her Mistress found cruel ways to torture her, some days she would be untied, forced to crawl around after the older woman while collared and leashed like an animal. Other days she would be bound up tight with all manner of vibrators pushed inside her holes, vibrating her to forced orgasm after forced orgasm.

6 months later Kelsey was barely recognisable. Physically she was much the same, except for the piercings. A thick bull ring hung from her nostril, which Mistress liked to tug on when having the now docile slave eat her out. Each nipple was also pierced, a chain connecting them. She had no clothes, just a leather collar padlocked around her neck. Her curvy body swayed as she crawled from her new home in a cage, to offer her leash up to Mistress. The bell attached to her clit hood piercing jingled as she moved, and the old woman smiled as she took the leash from her prey’s mouth and tugged Kelsey up for her Mistress to enjoy her morning tongue bath. Kelsey’s mind was broken, she no longer thought about anything but pleasing, for fear of more punishment. If she did a good job she could be left alone today, which was better than attracting the cruel attentions of her mistress. She licked hungrily at the old woman’s puffy pussy and as her tongue delved in she felt the familiar taste of sperm mixed with the musk of her owner.

“Mmmm good pig, get that tongue nice and deep, my lover left a gooey treat for you” the Mistress moaned as she gripped Kelsey’s nose ring and tugged the helpless slut deeper.

Kelsey felt the salty goo run down her throat along with Mistress’ own discharge, she swallowed every drop. After making her Mistress cum she was hosed down and ordered to kneel in the corner. Mistress then dropped a velvet sheet over the girl and told her not to dare move. Then Kelsey was left, her face still a little sticky, her jaw still aching. She dared not move, kneeling in darkness, her body ached, betraying her with its arousal, her pussy slickened by the humiliating way she was treated. She may not have known it before, but she did now, Mistress had taught her place - as a filthy little slave slut not worthy of a real job, or freedom. It was best she stayed here, where she could be useful for a change. She had been brainwashed and turned into a dumb little bimbo and today she was going to get much worse.

Kelsey was dozing in and out of slumber when she heard the thick door of the basement clang open. She heard two sets of heels and then a new voice… a voice Kelsey recognised. Cynthia.

“Oh Grammy is this what I think it is?” squealed the prissy teen as she spied the velvet cover in the corner.

“Happy birthday sweetie. This little runt is all yours.” The Mistress pulled the velvet away, revealing Kelsey, her body damp with sweat, her eyes looking pleadingly at her Mistress then at Cynthia.

“Oh it’s perfect! Better than I imagined!” Cynthia was delighted, as Mistress clipped the leash to Kelsey’s collar and handed it to the 20 year old birthday girl, offering the young teen some privacy to try her new toy out.

Cynthia wasted no time tugging on the leash until she had her ex-art teacher kneeling in front of her. She bit her lip and playfully mocked the woman 10 years her age.

“Aww I guess teach needed to learn some new lessons. Luckily my grandma has experience with things like you hey? Now you get to try out a new career, which is fun right?”

Kelsey meekly nodded, not an ounce of resistance left after months of captivity.

“I have some new lessons for you though, as your princess I think it’s only fair you worship my ass. Come on piggy, if you do good I might even reward you.”

Cynthia raised her short skirt and pulled her thong aside before yanking Kelsey’s hair. The slave grunted as she was pushed into Cynthia’s butt, and ordered to lick.

“Mmmm yes piggy, get your tongue in there, that’s it, I haven’t had a chance to shower yet after gym this morning, you get all my sweat.”