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'oh god, I'm your slut, yeah, please- fuck I'm your dirty whore'

It’s been months since my pussy has had any attention but I’ve been so good for you and I’ve taken your thick cock in my ass whenever you’ve demanded so you say it’s finally time for a reward, time for my weeping cunt to see some action again

You tie me to the bed, legs spread wide, my cunt already wet and dripping in anticipation, I’m so excited that my pussy stretches easily around the toy and my eyes roll back in pleasure as it fills up my neglected hole

It’s big and thick and a hot ache spreads through my body as your fingers press into my ass, filling me up, a subtle reminder that that is still the only hole that actually matters

I buck my hips, petulant, demanding more and you slap my clit to put me back in my place; you are in charge here, not me

You lean over, caging my body with your big strong frame and tell me how good a slut I am for you, and tell me you’re about to fuck me hard

My body shakes in anticipation and I hear you slide your cock into the hot wet hole but… I don’t feel it, I can’t feel the heat or width or length of your dick

My eyes go wide and you grab my chin, laughing at me. In my cunt? It’s a fleshlight, tight and ready for his cock. I thought you’d actually fuck my worthless hole? What a stupid toy I am, no, my cunt is just holding his fleshlight in place

I try to beg and plead for him to fuck my pussy properly but it only earns a sharp slap to the face; you are fucking it properly in the only way it deserves and I should be grateful that you let your cock get so close to my worthless cunt

The ache spreads but it’s so unsatisfying, tears roll down my cheeks as you cum with the most satisfied groan I’ve ever heard, begging you to fuck my ass so I can actually feel your cock inside me

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Day 3  

“What’s your name?”

“Julie”

“Are you sure? Don’t you mean “dumb cunt”?”

She rolls her eyes. “Cheesy. I know what you are doing. It only works on morons.”  

“Agreed. We’ll revisit that in a couple of weeks.”  

“Asshole.”

Day 8  

“Wake up, dumb cunt”.

She groans.

“What’s your name?”

She blinks for a second and looks around disoriented. “It’s… it’s Julie. This is lame.”  

“Giving up?”

“No way, I’ll win the bet. This is a piece of cake. Uhm… 16 more days.  

“16? You’ve been here only 8 days. Are you trying to cheat? Are you scared if you stay too long you’ll lose?  

“No, no… uhm… 16 days. No problem. Your amateur fantasy mind control stuff is weak.”  

I chuckle. “Fair enough, I am sure this… “month” will fly by.”

Day 14

“I know what you are doing. Pa… Pavlovian responses don’t work on someone who already knows your intentions. I’ve taken psych classes in undergrad. You can have your sluts feed me treats all day long, but it won’t erase my memories. Positive reinforcement doesn’t really work. You’d need to imprint the… uhm… the stuff and erase things. Anyway… uhm… whatever, boring”.

“If that’s the case then, no harm in playing along. You can indulge in your secret fetishes and at the end of the month you’ll be 10 grands richer. Not a bad deal. Don’t you think, dumb cunt?

“No S… I mean… fine whatever”.

Day 22

“I know it’s confusing and a little scary, dumb cunt. But it’s for your own good.”

“Do I really have to?”  

“Not if you don’t want to, dumb cunt.”  

She sighs. “Fine… I am a dumb cunt. There, happy?”  

“Again.”

“I am a dumb cunt.”

“Very good, cunt. There, doesn’t that feel better?”

“I…”  

“Come on, don’t be shy. Oh… you are blushing. That’s precious, little cunt. Come on, say it for me, little cunt. You’ll love how it feels.”

“I… uhm… I am a horny, dumb cunt”.

I snap my finger.

“Oh god! I… I am cumming. Fuck! How… fuck… how are you doing this?”

“You already forgot? We spent all week last week training you to cum on command. I guess it’s normal though. In between sessions I’ve been able to suggest to your subconscious to bury unsexy memories. Thinking is so hard when you are horny, no?”  

“Uh… sorry, what??  

“Nevermind. Don’t worry about it”.

“Can… can I… uhm… can I have another one please, Sir?”

“What’s your name?

“Dumb c… n… I mean… no… it’s something else. I am… “

I snap my fingers again.

“Fuck! Oh fuck…”  

Day 28  

“What’s wrong, dumb cunt?”

She keeps sobbing.

“Is everything ok?”

“I… I… I forgot my n… name, Sir.”

“Really?

“Yes, I… I know it’s there… I can feel it… I just… “

“But every time you think you remember, your mind gets distracted?”

“Yes. I mean… no… I… I just… it’s like I -don’t- want to remember. I just want to hump the pillow instead and… and not think about it. And it makes me so hot when I do that. I just… I just need to rub one more time and then I’ll stop and remember. But then I go again… and again… and I can’t stop.”

“I see. Well, I suppose that’s partly my fault. Have not let you cum in a while. I imagine that must make things a bit… challenging.”

“P.. please, Sir…”

“Yes?”  

“I… I am a dumb cunt.”

“Of course you are.”

“Fuck, wha… why is this so hot? Fuck. I am a dumb cunt. I am a dumb cunt!”.

I chuckle and leave her to hump the pillow.

Day 30

I snap my fingers.

“Oh my god! Thank you Sir! Thank you. I am a dumb cunt. Fuck! Thank you. I am horny dumb cunt. I exist to be used. I am nothing, but a dumb cunt. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck, oh god, FUCK…”

I wait a few minutes.

“That’s quite a show you put on. How many times did I make you cum, dumb cunt?”

“I… uhm… I am a dumb cunt.”

“Close enough. I made you cum 8 times. Must feel pretty good after two days of edging and denial, no?”  

“… uh… I… wh.. what?”

“I said, feels good to cum after so long. No?”

“… uhm… I am a dumb cunt?”

“Never mind. Anyway, congratulations. You made it to the end. 30 days. Well, more like 83 days, but you don’t mind if I cheated a bit, do you? How do you feel?”

“I am a dumb cunt.”  

“I see.”  

“I am a d…”

“Hush, don’t you want your reward?”  

“Y… yes Master… p… please… let me cum.”

“No, no, Julie. The money. 10 grands? You said you could last a month. Well you did! You are free to go!”  

“Go? Wh… where?”  

“Go home? Pay your student loans. Whatever you want. Aren’t you excited?”

“I… I am a dumb cunt”.  

“Right… I know I made you say that a lot. But your name is Julie. You are a grad student… uhm… hello? What are you looking at?”

“Cock… Master’s cock. Please… please… I am a dumb cunt.”  

“Tell you what. I’ll give you 25 grands and my car. You can go home in a nice BMW and brag about how you suckered me into giving you my money and my car, pay for your food and lodging for a whole month… “

“I am a dumb cunt.”  

“Ok, I guess you can stay and suck my cock”.  

“Yes Master… thank you, Master. I am a dumb cunt. I am a dumb c…”  

I shove my cock down her throat. I wonder if her conditioning is irreversible. Oh well, we’ll never know I guess.

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“Yeah right. That video is obviously staged.”

“Oh no, I guarantee you, my methods really work.”

“Sure. Whatever you say. If you are so sure, why don’t you make the same bet with me, uh?”

“Funny you should mention it. I just finished training the last girl I picked up. You can be next if you are so sure you are immune.”

“And if I win?”

“Same deal as I made with the previous girls.”

“Deal.”