11. The Cunt will edge itself whenever commanded or when the video comes on.
12. The Cunt will taste itself whenever it masturbates.
13. The Cunt will jiggle its udders to get its Master’s attention to speak.
14. The Cunt will maintain its looks and body to its Master’s standard.
“Rule fourteen: you will always maintain your looks and body to my standard,” he said as he stepped to the side. “Do you understand my fuck pet?”
“Yes Master. The Cunt is to make itself look as pleasing as possible for its Master.” I had only used rule thirteen a couple of times since being given the gift of my bells and permission to use them to get Master’s attention. Rule twelve had become a particular favorite of mine, so much so that I reveled in the flavor of my own fuck hole whenever I would masturbate, eagerly licking and slurping my girl lube soaked finger and wrapping my soft pink tongue around it to suck off all traces of my intoxicating flavor.
Overall I was happy to have my rules. They gave me structure and as long as I followed them, I knew I had a good chance of being pleasing to my Master and avoiding a painful punishment. He brought in a fresh bucket of water for me to bathe with and said “after you’ve cleaned yourself, I want to see you make yourself up nice and pretty for me.”
“Yes Master, the Cunt will make itself beautiful for its Master.”
He left me to my bath and I was extra diligent as I soaped up my lithe little frame and shaved my legs and pubic area after which I kneeled while drying with a slight shiver. Despite getting sick previously, Master still refused to allow me to have a towel to dry myself and I always found my little body trembling and covered with goosebumps until I was sufficiently void of water that I could moisturize myself. I spent a good deal of time on my hair, doing the best I could without any way to dry it except a lot of brushing.
I stared at myself in the mirror as I carefully applied black eye liner to my eyes and the thick black mascara to my lashes. The thin dark haired girl with heavy silver nipple rings and a thick metal chain running from the black shock collar to the nearby support pillar stared back at me. I finished making up my face and a few hours later my long raven hair was relatively dry. I felt proud of how I looked and it was my hope that my Master would be pleased and praise me.
I held myself in kneel pose until my Master finally came down the stairs with a shopping bag in his hand. As he saw my naked little body in the correct pose with my face and hair made up nicely, his face lit up and a wave of tingles flowed through me from his look of pleasure. “You look stunning, just absolutely stunning,” he said as he lifted my chin and gazed into my crystal blue eyes. “I’m so happy to own such a beautiful animal.”
Master’s praise was so powerful that I thought for a moment I might actually cum just from his words. My exposed lithe frame quivered, the feelings that filled my naked little body overwhelmed me and I was in heaven. If my Master’s pleasure was my pleasure then indeed I was overjoyed.
His hand left my chin and his thick fingers walked down to my slender neck where they lightly touched the collar that had become a part of my body. He grasped the chain and gave it a gentle tug, pulling me forward. “You’ve been wearing this chain for a long time now, haven’t you?”
“Yes Master, for as long as the Cunt has been Master’s property.”
“What would you do if I were to remove the chain that has kept you bound to this post?”
I tiled my head quizzically. “What does Master mean?”
“I mean, would you try to escape? Would you want to leave me?”
I blinked several times, not believing what he was saying to me. I was Master’s toy, his cherished animal. My entire world revolved around him. Why on Earth would he ever think that I would leave him? “Of course not Master. The Cunt only exists for its Master; the Cunt only wants to please its Master. Is its Master unhappy with the Cunt?”
He gently stroked my face with his other hand and smiled. “Not at all, it is a joy to own you. I just wanted to make sure that you will forever be my devoted pet, that’s all.”
As his words trailed off he removed a small key from his pocket and inserted it into the padlock that had kept the chain affixed to my collar for so many months. A twist and half a second later, the heavy silver chain fell to the floor with a noisy clatter. Master stared at me, waiting to see what I would do, how I would react. “You will carry on with your routines as before, the absence of the chain changes nothing. Is that understood?”
“Yes Master, the Cunt will continue its routines and earn Master’s praise with its obedience. Thank you Master for trusting the Cunt enough to remove the chain,” I said as I parted my lips and slid my soft pink tongue out of my mouth. “May the Cunt pleasure its Master’s glorious cock to show its gratitude?”
“Perhaps later my little bitch. For now I have some gifts for you. I hope you like them.” Master opened the bag and pulled out something black, smooth and shiny. As he held it up, I realized that it was a sexy patent leather fetish dress. “I’d like for you to try this on. You have my permission to stand.”
I got off my reddened knees and obediently rose to my feet for my Master. It was one of the rare times he allowed me to actually stand upright in his presence. Despite the fact that I was standing at my full height, he nevertheless towered over my petite form, easily dominating the space between us as a commanding force over my existence. Master handed the dress to me and I carefully slid it over my body, feeling the polished pliant material against my smooth silky skin as I wriggled into the form fitting garment, pulling it over my hips until the bottom hem barely covered my firm ass.
“Turn around, let me see how it looks on you.”
I slowly rotated myself in a circle, catching glimpses in the mirror of how I looked. The way the dress pushed up and accentuated my firm tits, how it hugged the curves of my ass and the way it pressed against my flat tummy. It was so tight on my body that it resembled a second skin. Although it was comfortable enough, it was also the first time since being with my Master that I had actually worn any kind of clothing. I was always kept naked and I was always on display. As a result, the apparel, as sexy and risqué as it was, felt foreign and unfamiliar on my little body.
My Master was very pleased with the item and reached back into the bag to reveal a pair of black leather platform stripper heels. “They’re a size six which was the same as the shoes you came to me with, so I assumed these would fit you well.”
He handed the shoes to me and placed them on the floor, sliding my small right foot into the first and buckling the straps before repeating the process with my left foot. Indeed it was a perfect fit. Having not worn shoes for so long, much less such towering high heels, I was wobbly and struggled not to topple over. “Why don’t you take a walk around the room for a little while so you can get used to them,” he stated.