JonTraser

This piece of erotic literature was written specifically for (and about) a female follower of my blog.

After reading some of my previous short stories she has requested that I write one for her. 

As payment for commissioning a short from me she has agreed to send me some bespoke nudes of herself, wearing things I want her to wear and getting into positions and poses I want to see her in.

If you like what you read, and want to commission your own short story, written specifically about you, please feel free to get in touch to discuss ideas and what you are willing to do for me as payment.

​FuckToy For Use

She lay on her back on the living room floor. Her knees pulled up to her chest and opened wide apart to either side of her tits. Her elbows hooking in behind her knees, holding them in place while she rubbed her clit.

She was wearing very little other than what her Master had allowed: a black leather slave collar, a pair of black hold-up stockings and a pair of black slutty high heels. A 12 inch double-ended dildo was shoved up her asshole to about the 9 inch mark. While she lay there masturbating it poked out of her asshole in a way she found to be extremely degrading. 

This is how she mostly dressed, if you could call it that, when she was at home; collar, stockings, heels and an anal toy of some sort, usually a silicone butt plug or a large princess plug. Her slave uniform. He told her not to think of it as “dressing” a certain way, more “decoration” for her otherwise-nude body, something to highlight her status as his own, personal fucktoy.

In fact, to add to that, he had decided long ago to ignore the fact that she even had a name, and instead called her “fucktoy”. That was her name now. She had been “fucktoy” for almost three years. He would also call her “slave”, “slut” or “whore”, but mostly she was simply “fucktoy”.

Their arrangement was simple; she lived with him, she didn’t have to pay any rent, her food was provided for her (she prepared all the meals for them both, but she didn’t have to pay for any of the food), he included a modest yet comfortable amount of pocket money for her to spend on whatever she wanted each week, he took her on holidays with him, and she was mostly free to do whatever she wanted during the day, when he was at work. The pay-off was that he owned her entirely. She did exactly what he said, regardless of time, location or company. She obeyed his commands completely. When they were together she was his personal sex slave, attentive and obedient, willing to perform absolutely any act, no matter how degrading, humiliating or painful, in order to please him. And although she was mostly left to her own devices during the day while he was out at work, he could call her or message her at any time to have her send him nudes, make a video for him, or perform a task. She had been his live-in, 24/7, anal-only slave for most of the past three years.

Right now her task was to be in the aforementioned position on the floor in the living room, and to rub her worthless clit, edging herself relentlessly with the dildo (mostly) up her asshole.

She had been at it for an hour now, rubbing herself right up to the point of orgasm, and then backing away from it, easing off just before she came. She was keeping tally on a notepad on the floor next to her. After an hour she had edged 17 times. The first one had taken a while to come on, she had to work for it, but since then they had been very regular.

Her worthless cunt was leaking heavily from the stimulation, running down her perenium, over the dildo sticking out of her asshole and dripping down onto the towel she had laid out on the floor beneath her ass.

Master would be home from work soon and she had been instructed to edge herself as many times as possible in the allotted time before his arrival. She had been made to do this every day this week in the hour before he arrived home. Each time she was told to try and edge more times than the day before. It was Friday afternoon now. And she was 5 more edges behind where she was on Thursday. She was desperately trying to catch up. She didn’t want to find out what Master would do to her, or have her do for him, if she didn’t surpass the previous days edges as instructed.

It had been a long time since she last had an orgasm. Her Master found her to be more amenable when she was horny and deprived, and so he constantly denied her orgasm and made sure that she edged often. Of course there had been the odd slip-up over the years where she accidentally orgasmed without permission. 

Being anal-only it was mostly straightforward for her not to come during sex. Generally she found anal sex something to be endured. A pleasure she willingly provided for her Master, but not something she enjoyed. But on one occasion she was getting fucked up the ass from behind by her Master and his slow, rhythmic thrusts meant that his balls kept gently slapping her empty cunt-hole. She told her Master that she felt like she was getting close to coming and begged him to change position, but he ordered her not to come and continued to enjoy the tightness of her asshole gripping his cock. Despite her best efforts, focussing very hard on things she found to be turn-offs, she still came very hard indeed, clenching her asshole on his cock as the contractions of her orgasm sent ripples throughout her whole body. She screamed into the carpet as her whole core shook with a thunderous release, pent up over the course of 18 months of denial and edging. She came so hard it hurt various parts of her body, inside, a feeling she had never experienced before.

While her Master was the first to admit that having his cock up her asshole while she came felt great, he was quick to remind her that she came without permission. She was severely punished for that transgression.

She now had two more edges to go to equal yesterday’s performance of twenty-two, and three more edges to go if she wanted to better yesterday’s attempt. A wave of pleasure crept up inside of her cunt once more as she felt her asshole start to clench against the dildo. She stopped right at the edge, breathed deeply, then marked another tally off the notepad. Two more to go for the win, but her Master was due home already now. She prayed for traffic on his way home and took to rubbing her clit once more.

When getting herself off she couldn’t help but allow her mind to wander. She thought of all the things she had done as her Master’ owned slave. All of the degrading tasks she had been made to endure. All of the times she had been made to feel like a worthless whore. It took her a long time to come to terms with it, but she was finally at peace with the fact that being treated in degrading, humiliating and objectifying ways made her wetter than any other sexual experience she could recall.

She thought about the time her Master took her out for a summer walk in the local woods. How he made her remove her summer dress, leaving her in just her slave uniform. How he clipped a leash to her collar and took her for “walkies” down a quiet trail before emptying his balls up her asshole in a clearing in the woods. Then making her walk the rest of the way back to the car with his come plugged up her asshole.

She paused, removing her fingers from her clit once more as her empty cunt-hole twitched. She had just broke even with yesterday. Breathing deeply to calm down she marked another tally on her notebook.

She touched her clit once more and her mind instantly wandered again, this time to a time early on in her training, when her asshole wasn’t so accustomed to penetration.

Her Master had placed a suction-cup mounted dildo on a small stool that stood about a foot off the ground. He folded her arms behind her back, tying them in place with rope, and had her stand over the dildo. “Decorated” in the usual slave uniform, he made her squat down on the dildo, guiding it up he asshole with one hand as his other hand gently rubbed her clit. Letting her freshly waxed cunt lips slip in between his fingers as she slowly lowered herself onto the rubber cock. The feel of his hand in between her legs was exceptional. He had talented fingers that knew exactly where to touch, how much pressure to apply, and how to rub. She wanted it to be slightly firmer on her clit but he had lowered his hand slightly, inviting her to lower herself a little further down onto the dildo so that she could feel the desired pressure on her clit.

But each time she slowly inched her way lower to meet his fingertips he would lower his hand just a fraction more. She had never taken the full length of this particular dildo up her ass before. It had always beaten her. But she wanted so much to feel the pressure of his fingers circling her clit that she kept bending her knees into a deeper and deeper squat. Her thighs were burning from squatting so deep in her high heels, her asshole was sore from the penetration of the dildo and when he lowered his hand a third time she let out a small sob of frustration. Pushing hard she forced herself down and her clit met his fingers briefly. But it was too deep. She needed to come back up off the dildo a fraction. Pushing down hard again her swollen clit pressed up against his fingers once more, but again, the anal dildo was too deep. She was stuck in a loop, pushing down, feeling her clit stimulated but coming back up off the cock. As she slowly pushed down and rose up again he spoke to her and gave a command:

“Recite your mantra for me, fucktoy. Nice and loud and clear, please.”

She cried silently, a tear rolling down her cheek as the shame of it became too much to bear. She sniffed back her tears and obediently replied “Yes, Sir”.

Clearing her throat she stared straight ahead, slowly moving up and down on the dildo as she spoke.

“i am Your owned slave and a dirty, anal slut. my body belongs to You, Sir. my holes are Yours to do with as you please. my worthless cunt...” 

She caught herself on the word “cunt” as her clit pressed firmly against his fingers and the sensation momentarily took her breath away...

“Continue please, slave.” her Master urged.

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir” she replied as she brought her breathing back under control. “my worthless cunt is for punishment only. my mouth and my asshole are Yours to fuck. i am Your whore.”

“Again, slave. Continue until I tell you to stop.”

The memory of that event was enough for her now, on the living room floor, edging for her Master. She felt the familiar rush of blood to her genitals that signalled an imminent release and she backed off from her clit, breathing deeply and reaching for her pad to mark the final tally that put her one past yesterday’s number.

Rubbing her clit once more she hoped her efforts would be enough to satisfy her Master. She could hear his keys in the front door. Any second now he would enter the room and take in the sight of her sexually debasing herself for his viewing pleasure. She had no idea what he would do to her tonight, but the mere thought of some of the possibilities that raced through her head brought her quickly back to another edge, just as he walked into the room and saw her anal dildo being pulled and pushed back and forth by the contractions that come just before an orgasm. He watched her back off from her orgasm and diligently write another tally down in her notebook, never breaking position, exposing everything to him without shame.

“How many, slave?” he asked.

“Twenty-four, Sir” she replied, beaming with pride.

“Good girl” he responded, “You won’t believe what I’ve got planned for you tonight” he said with a smile she knew all too well. It was a smile he used when he was feeling particularly sadistic.

She felt her cheeks and her cunt flush all at once and she wondered what was about to happen.