Unconventional Interactions

“Slut” infers a social understanding of social context and bias, subjective morality based arguments and a slew of visual or situational cues that your little piggy brain quite clearly don’t understand. Right? Nod. Don’t make me yank the leash and nod for you… there you go.

Good slave. This is not “slutty”, is it? This is like… some weird basement scientist type Japanese cartoon shit. You enjoy this more. I can objectively prove it. Spread your legs out and rub that aching little crotch on Master’s boot. I can feel the heat, piggy.

I know how your holes work, and therefore how your brain works. Your little lube dispenser is always more slimy when it’s time for “inspection” rather than “foreplay” I refer to prodding my finger around inside of it of course, it barely fits between those piercings but since we decided permanent chastity was necessary for live stock, you’ve just dripped and dripped.

Permanent genital modifications aren’t “slutty” slave. They’re for livestock. Not bimbos.

At some point all that water I force fed you will break you. You’re going to piss yourself and ruin the last shreds of humanity I’m letting you white knuckle.

I’ll cane you severely of course, and have to cut them off of you. They’ll be replaced by a thick stainless steel crotch chain which allows for your nutritional enemas and will be padlocked onto your chastity piercings.

The degrading experience of pissing on the cold chain will confuse you, because the metal will warm. It will be cold where you’re crated. Degradation will become comfort, and the cold blast of the garden hose on your crotch to clean you will be the only vaginal stimulation you’ll know.

I truly believe this is your happy place. This is self actualization. Piggies are prized for their meat, and the sensation of your somehow reluctant yet corruptible tight little asshole and plush bruised cheeks is delicious.

We’ll try this for a month or two. When I’m feeling you’re ready, you can be “slut” again. Sometime after Halloween… I’ve thrown away all of your clothes. I’ll take you shopping and you can do your best to choose what slutty deeply discounted Halloween “costumes” will be your new every day look. Wigs, push up bras, tight little skirts, thongs and stockings and heels. We’ll get you a tit job and a tongue ring and a ‘tramp stamp’ that says “daddy’s slut” so people can learn about your personality while staring at your whale tail.

Both worlds sound terrifying don’t they slave? Hmm? Did piggy just piss without permission? Bad piggy. The bamboo will help you learn.

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Begging does generally get my juices flowing... lol

Perhaps I will; I wish I had more time to dedicate to writing smut.

Grind on my leg. If I see something I like, I’ll put a few fingers in you and rub. I’ll describe it to you. If your body says “yes”, that means yes.

You might fall asleep. That’s ok. You don’t mind daddy’s fingers in you while you’re sleepy do you? Good girl.

You’re disgusting, pet. So wet and needy. Greedy for dick but too sleepy to beg like you should.

I’m going to pet you to sleep. Wake you up with pinches when I feel like it, and keep my fingers in you until they’re pruny.

Once a hard pinch doesn’t make your eyes open, and I know you’re having sweet dreams, maybe then daddy will be the big spoon and put his hard cock in you.

My little girl loves waking up with a slimy, messy little cunt doesn’t she? All dirty, she knows daddy will give her a bath.

If you get those little piercings on your hole daddy will give you more dick when you’re awake. You need it don’t you?

Think of how empty your hole feels when my fingers decide to fuck your mouth instead.

Smush a stuffy between your thighs, grind, and think of how empty you feel.

Pretend until you groan pet.

When you know that you need dick, to feed you, make you messy, achey, then maybe you cum.

But right now just be sweet and suffer for me little girl. Daddy wants to know your honest when you say you want it.

Promise daddy he can fondle and fuck you whenever he likes. That you’ll always be nice. That you’ll try what daddy tells you to, and like what he likes.

This chokes her up and she coughs out the massive hit she was foolishly trying to hide.

Eyes red and wet, she peels them open to see daddy right in her face. He was not pleased. At all.

“Inside. Now. And bring your shit with you. We need to talk.”

He walks through the door and stands in the living room.

“Sit.”

She sits on the couch, eyes low, her bong and weed in front of her.

Daddy walks to the other side of the coffee table and stares down at her.

“Pack another bowl, and smoke it.”

Bewildered- she looked up at him and began to open her mouth to ask, protest, maybe just make a noise… she had no idea how to process this.

She’ll ask why.

“Daddy, I’m already pretty hi—“

“Not another word.” He barked.

“If you like this shit so much then smoke it. We’re going to see how much you can. Now pack that bowl, light it, and suck.”

Daddy left the room for a second to get a plate to dump the ashes on, returning, he sets it down next to her on the touch, picks up her bag of weed, smells it, shakes his head, then stuffs the open bag between her legs, hard.

She was wearing yoga pants and didn’t have any panties on, weed made her horny, and his strong hand stuffing her stash in her crotch made her give out a little moan.

“What was that..?”

“Nothing, Daddy… I’m just really high..”

“Bullshit. No wonder they call this devil’s lettuce.”

He pulls the coffee table away and stands in front of her.

Daddy was pretty tall and strong and she wore an XS everything. Her supple tits got hard, staring at him in front of her, his belt buckle, the pattern of his denim jeans started to shift and morph.

“Holy fuck I’m stoned.” She thought to herself.

“Did you really just drop an F bomb in front of me? This is unbelievable. I came here to have a talk with you about your bedtime, and what you’re allowed to wear, and some rumors I’ve been hearing from my friends.. but clearly we’re past that. Pack another bowl.”

Dazed and involuntarily aroused she puppy-eyed him from below as he called his friend.

“Yeah, hey,…. Been better honestly. I’ll tell you later. So, maybe my head was up my ass and it didn’t just look like her, what was that thing again…? Sumble, dundler? Tumblr? Yeah send the link. Yeah. Yeah I know. You know I’d beat your ass if you called her that an hour ago but now I think I have to agree. Nasty little slut all right. I’ll text you. Bye.”

She lost all color from her face, felt like fainting, she started to tremble realizing the gravity of the situation. She saw the expression on daddy’s face as he scrolled.

“You don’t look so good, Princess. Put down the bong for a second.”

Wide eyed she stayed still.

“Hey, hey”

daddy snapped his fingers then gently patted her cheeks.

“Anyone in there?”

He caressed her face, and his fingers found their way into her mouth.

“Suck. I know you want to. Nice and gentle. Be a good girl.”

She didn’t know when she started to do it, but next thing she knew, she was over his lap, sucking his fingers, drooling, groaning, grinding herself on his leg. He still scrolled.

“Strip Princess.”

She stripped naked. It took some time because of how high she was, and horny, and in total disbelief.

“Sit back down. Spread your legs, and grab daddy’s wrist. Use your other hand to squeeze your tits.”

She guided daddy’s hand over her body, and reluctantly let him guide her towards her cunt.

“I bet it’s wet. Is it?”

She nodded.

“Put my hand there.”

Almost in tears, she did, he rubbed her swollen clit with his hand and traced her lips until his hand was slick, then one by one, his fingers went into her mouth for cleaning. He puts down his phone.

“So you’ve been bad. And this is what’s going to happen.

1. You’re going to stuff your top into your mouth and get a hard spanking.

2. You’re going to spend the rest of the afternoon sucking on that bong and my cock.

3. You’re going to have stricter rules from now on. You’ll let me know when you’re wet, you’ll wear exactly what I tell you to, and your bedtime will be enforced in a more physical manner.

4. If you want to look at porn, I get to approve it, or choose it.

You will not cum without daddy’s permission. Ok?

“Yes daddy.”

She excitedly removed her blindfold and saw a human sized stuffed bear before her. It had bows on its ears, big paws and pink latex hearts on its chest and between its legs, it was puffy and soft, except for the little zipper on the back, and the padlock behind the neck, it moved slightly as she giggled and pet it.

Her hands caressed her new toys ears and snout, before dragging down her face, over her thick pink latex lips, and into her soft, wet, mouth.

“It’s tongue is pierced and vibrates, princess. Now if you’re feeling achey and daddy isn’t around to play you can entertain yourself with her. Play pretend, teach her tricks, or just sit on her face while you watch tv and enjoy her licks.”

“Daddy, how… is it really what I think… how did you convince her to…?”

“Yes Princess. It took a few months but I finally found what I was looking for online; got the rest of the supplies I needed… and presto- here she is. Your perfect stuffy puppy doll. Don’t worry about the details.”

The details:

Daddy finally found a girl depraved enough on tumblr for his project- you know, one of those pale goth ones into CNC and weird shit.

He convinced her to move into his basement and get the body mods he demanded.

“From this second on, you’ll be an “it” a toy, a literal stuffed animal for my Princess to play with. Understood?”

“Yes Master.”

He locked on a thick metal shock collar, it was tight enough to restrain her breathing slightly. She was so wet from denial it affected her judgement, but that’s what was needed to get her into the suit.

He put plugs up her nose, and laced her piercings through them, hooded her, then strapped an open mouth latex lip gag on, locked it and put his finger in her mouth.

“These are your last words before the shock collar turns on. Tell me you’re a toy, beg me to make this permanent, convince me this isn’t cruel.”

“I’m a toy master, please keep me like this forever. I’m onl—- ggahahag”

He turned the collar on mid sentence, smacked her hooded face, and got back to locking on the corset, binds, chastity belt, and slipping her into the latex bitch suit- then finally locking on the soft, fluffy outer shell.

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Blushing, biting her lip, Princess opened her legs and mounted one of the stuffed animals legs. She arched her back and rubbed her crotch up and down it, the doll began to vibrate. She moaned.

“How daddy?”

He gives her a remote with a hand-full of big colorful buttons.