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[the-polished-pet]

Daddy just loves it when you’re a good, tight hole for him.

Fuck.

Daddy needs this, pet.

It was a very stressful day at work.

To see you kneeling for me, waiting for me to get home when I open the door…

Naked…

Collard…

Holding your leash out for me…

You make me lose all control, pet.

I have to fill these holes.

I have to hurt you while I do it too.

This is for my pleasure, pet, not yours.

Never yours.

I don’t want you to enjoy one minute of this.

Do you understand me?

I want your tears.

I want your pain.

I want your whimpers.

I want your disgust.

Give them to me.

Give them all to me.

I own them.

I own you.

You fucking, little cunt.

You’re so tight you’re going to make me cum.

Daddy just loves it when you’re a good, tight hole for him.

When its for his pleasure not mine🥵

[the-polished-pet]

Bend over.

Now.

Right here.

Lift your dress up over your ass.

Hold on to the table.

Brace yourself.

I’m going in dry.

Bear down.

You can try to make it easy or not.

Either way, I don’t care, I’m going in that ass.

I own it.

Don’t make a sound.

I know it hurts.

I want it to.

You suffer in silence like a good, little girl.

Because I say so.

Take it like the dirty whore you are for me.

Right here, in the foyer of your boss’s home.

I’m going to cum in your ass and then we’re going to go outside on the patio for the office cocktail party.

Don’t worry, I brought your plug.

After I spray your intestines, I’ll plug you up nice and tight.

You’ll hold my cum inside your body while you schmooze with the other partners.

I won’t make you walk around, dripping cum from your ass in front of your coworkers.

Not this time, at least.

Good girl.

[the-polished-pet]

That’s it, girl.

Breathe.

I told you I’d make it fit.

This is what you are made for.

Just breathe.

It will make it easier for you if you do.

Your holes already know what to do.

They were made to take an old man’s cock like mine.

You don’t need to do anything.

Just take me.

Take all of me.

And breathe.

Just breathe.

[the-polished-pet]

Is it time for you to use me again?

I know how busy you’ve been with your family, lately.

Your wife and children always come first.

I respect that.

I honor that.

You know I always have.

But your pretty, devoted wife won’t submit herself to your dark demons like I do.

Will she?

No, she most definitely will not.

Did you have a hard day at work?

Won’t it be nice for your sanity to use me to take out all of those terrible frustrations?

Aren’t your hands just itching to beat on me until the bruises begin to appear and I’m sobbing and gasping for enough breath to be able to show my gratitude and say thank you for hurting me?

Wifey would never go for that, would she?

No. We both know she wouldn’t.

And after my brutal beating, you know how hard your raging, pulsing cock will be, right?

Would your beautiful wife let you shove it in her ass…dry?

No. Wifey doesn’t do anal, does she?

That’s all right.

That’s why you keep me.

I’m your dirty, little anal whore.

I’m the one you use to work out all those dark and disturbing urges.

You can even call me your wife’s name while you painfully rearrange my insides.

Imagine that it’s her ass you’re pounding into.

Does that make you harder?

Does it upset you that she won’t take your beautiful cock in any hole you want to put it in?

Does it make you frustrated and a little resentful?

That’s deliciously all right.

Use me to work out all those pesky, conflicting emotions so you don’t bring them home and into your marital bed.

Viciously hate fuck my ass while you use my neck for better leverage, choking me while you curse your wife and shoot your hot, angry cum deep, deep inside me…in a hole your wife will never let you use.

That’s why you keep me.

All my holes belong to you.

I don’t get a say in how you use me.

Or when you use me.

Or for what purpose you need to use me.

I exist only to serve you.

In ways your wife cannot or will not.

And that is all right.

I don’t wish to be your wife

Or the mother of your children.

I am your property.

You own me.

I need to serve you.

I need your use.

I need you to hurt me.

I need your dark demons.

I crave all of that.

And as your sated, softened cock pops out of my red, burning and abused ass hole, I will stay on my knees and lick and suck you clean.

Grateful to have a purpose.

Honored by your use.

Proud to send you back to your wife and family stress-free, at ease, satisfied and happy.

And as I lay on the floor at your feet while you get dressed, savoring the flavors of my own ass mixed with your cum, I dream of the next time I can be useful to you again.

I revel in the adoring caress you give to my cheek and the tender “good girl” spoken from your lips.

I know you cherish me.

I know you cherish your wife and family.

Just in different ways.

And that is all right.

That, is deliciously all right.

[the-polished-pet]

I know it hurts, baby.

But you’re taking it so well.

Daddy is so proud of you, pet.

You just keep being an obedient, little whore.

That’s what you’re best at, right?

Good girl.

Such a good girl to know your place.

I’ll stroke your pretty face while he’s deep inside your ass, ok?

Go ahead.

Keep using her hard.

She can take it.

She’s a good girl.

She does what I say.

You’re Daddy’s little pain whore, aren’t you, pet?

Yes.

Good girl.

Daddy needs to see his kitten used by strange, rough men, doesn’t he?

You have any friends come with you here tonight, man?

Great.

After you cum inside her, call them up and invite them over. We’ll run a train.

Yes, of course you can finish inside her.

What kind of a whore would she be if you had to pull out?

You’ll take the rough man’s cum deep inside your ass, won’t you, pet?

Good girl.

And you’ll thank him for it too, won’t you?

Yes, I know you will.

You’re Daddy’s best, little kitten, aren’t you?

You’ll be a good whore for all his friends too, won’t you?

Yes.

Kitten knows just how to please her Daddy.

Now, ram her hard enough to make her scream.

I want her to fucking feel this.

Good girl.

[the-polished-pet]

Shut up.

This is going to happen.

You are my property.

You exist to please me.

And this is what I want.

So you will take it.

Stoically and quietly.

Because that is how I want you to take it.

That is what I require.

Do you understand?

God, you’re so pathetic.

So weak.

And so selfish.

You’re only focusing on your own pain.

You only care about how that pain is affecting you.

Self-centered, little cunt.

What about me?

How do you think that makes me feel?

Are you at all worried about my needs here?

No.

You’re putting yourself first.

Selfish bitch.

But that’s ok.

That’s ok.

That’s why I’m here.

To teach you how to be better.

To make you better.

By any means necessary.

I guarantee you, soon you will never again focus on your own, selfish, egotistical pain.

What you should be concentrating on is your endless suffering.

Not the pain.

The suffering.

You should be solely focused on how your immense, delicious, suffering is so enormously pleasing.

To me.

And that is all you should be focused on.

Me.

My needs.

My pleasure.

Nothing is happening to you.

You don’t matter.

You don’t factor into this equation at all.

You don’t even exist.

Except to please me.

Because why?

That’s right.

Because you’re my property.

Good girl.

[the-polished-pet]

Don’t look at me, kitten.

Keep your eyes on the man who is using you.

Be respectful.

Let him see how scared you are.

He loves little girls’ fear.

It makes him harder.

That’s a good girl.

Daddy is so proud of you.

You’re being such a good whore.

Keep looking at him, baby.

Pretend like I’m not even here.

He’s going to really hurt you now, kitten.

Just keep looking at him.

As long as you’re a good girl and keep looking at him while he’s hurting you so he can watch the terror play out on your pretty, little face, Daddy will stay here in the room with you.

You understand, kitten?

That’s Daddy’s good, obedient girl.

You make me so proud.

Keep looking at him.

Let him use you.

Let him hurt you.

Let him see your fear.

Just keep looking at him.

God, yes, kitten, you’re such a good girl for Daddy.

[the-polished-pet]

Shhhhhhhh.

Just let the panic wash through you, pet.

Don’t absorb it.

Just let it go.

Just float away, little one.

Float far, far away.

That’s it.

Good girl.

You said you didn’t want Daddy to drug you.

So now you need to work through the panic.

You can do it.

I believe in you.

Good girl.

The air you breathe belongs to Daddy.

I own it.

Just like I own you.

Every time you thrash around and try to take a breath, you’re stealing from me.

You don’t want to steal from Daddy do you, pet?

No, I didn’t think so.

Only unworthy, disgusting cunts steal from their Daddy.

Right, pet?

Yes, good girl.

You’re doing better.

Stop fighting it.

Daddy says you don’t need air.

So just let go.

Go limp for Daddy, baby.

Good girl.

Daddy loves his limp, lifeless doll.

[the-polished-pet]

Serving my purpose.

Quietly.

Not moving.

Just an object to masturbate on.

An offering.

A receptical.

A cumrag.

Purposeful.

Marked.

Splashed on.

Deliciously defiled.

Used.

Purpose served.

[the-polished-pet]

Yes, Daddy, I can be your best good girl.

You can let your darkest demons out to play with me.

I can take whatever you need to give.

I am here to serve your most diabolical urges.

I will endure whatever pain you itch to inflict on me.

It is both my honor and my pleasure to be useful to you and to make you happy.

Please give me a purpose.

Let me know how I may please you.

Hit me harder.

Manhandle me more roughly.

Make me scream and cry.

Degrade me.

Spit on me.

Viciously vandalize my holes.

You own them all, regardless.

Use me to release the built-up stress of your day with your big, strong hands, wrapped around my throat, squeezing the last little bit of breath from my limp, unconscious body.

Purge all your frustrations and let them melt away as you thrust deeply and savagely into the tight, little piece of property you own.

I can be the good girl you require to use and act out all your most debauched desires.

I am your good girl, Daddy.

[the-polished-pet]

Wow, just how many men have been inside you tonight?

From the looks of this puddle of cum and what’s dripping out of your holes, it’s been quite a few.

You must be either a very, very bad girl for ending up like this, or an even better, good girl for being allowed to please so many men.

Which is it, little girl?

Don’t have permission to speak to us abusers, huh?

Too bad. I’d love to hear your story.

These parties become so blasé after awhile.

Another whore, another set of holes to cum in.

But for some reason, you’ve peaked my curiosity.

You’ve been used much more than the other sluts here tonight.

A punishment?

Or are you just that good?

I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.

*unzips trousers*

Any preference, love, as to which hole?

Still not speaking?

Such a good girl.

Very obedient.

That’s quite commendable.

Well, sugar, I’m an ass man, myself, so anal it is.

Umph.

You’re fucking tight.

Even with all that cum lubing you up, it’s still difficult for me to get all the way in.

Easy, little one, you can do it.

Not allowed to scream either?

I can see how much it’s hurting.

Go ahead and cry, sugar, I won’t tell anyone. I promise.

There, now, you see?

I knew you could do it.

Good girl.

I’m all the way in now.

Just breathe, sugar, breathe.

I’m going to ride you now.

I ride hard, little one, that’s just the way I roll.

You keep being a good girl.

I like you, sugar.

I’ll try and make this as good for you as I can.

There are a lot of other men lined up outside to use your holes, but I’m going to take my time with you.

I sure wish you’d say something, sugar. I’d love to hear your voice.

But I respect the fact that you follow your Owner’s wishes.

Almost there, love.

You got me going wild.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Sorry, darlin’, you just made me lose all control of myself.

Yeah, you’re gonna feel that for a few days from now.

You were a very good girl.

I’ll make it a point to find your Owner and tell him so.

Damn, girl, you made my night anything but blasé.

I think I’ll get in line again for another go around.

I’ll see you in a while, love.

Such a good girl.

[the-polished-pet]

Obedience makes Daddy proud.

He makes the rules and I obey them.

He makes all the decisions and I abide by them.

He controls what happens within our dynamic and I am grateful for it.

He has earned my obedience.

And my obedience makes him proud.

[the-polished-pet]

Was this the road it happened on, baby?

Right around that bend there, is that where he took you?

You can tell me, sweetheart.

You can tell Daddy.

I won’t think any less of you.

I won’t get grossed out by what he did to you.

I promise.

Daddy loves you.

It must have been awful for you, pet.

Way out here where it’s so secluded.

All alone with a man so much older and so much stronger than you.

Were you scared?

I bet he could smell your fear.

Poor baby.

You know the smell of fear is an aphrodisiac, right?

You were turning him on from the start.

Did he tie you up in the truck or did he wait until you were outside?

Was it with a rope like this?

This rope? I’ve had it in here for a while.

Let’s get back to what happened to you, baby.

Focus.

Tell me what the bad man did to you.

Tell me exactly and don’t leave out any details.

Daddy needs to hear everything.

Did he force you right away?

Or did he toy with you and scare you for a while?

Where did he touch you?

Which hole did he take first?

Was it pouring down rain like it is now?

It was, wasn’t it?

I remember you telling me that.

I remember you saying that you tried to concentrate on the pounding of the rain while he was pounding away on your little body, using all your holes.

That the pain and humiliation was utterly overwhelming for you.

Is that the truth?

You can tell Daddy, baby.

Are you sure that’s what happened?

Or were you really enjoying it and just too embarrassed to admit to your natural, slutty nature?

Don’t lie to Daddy, baby.

Daddy doesn’t like lying, little cunts.

I know how much you like it rough with me, maybe you really got off to what happened to you?

Is that it?

You secretly loved what the “bad” man did to you?

I can see you’re beginning to get agitated.

You’re breathing super rapid and shallow.

It’s making your tits press up tightly against your little blouse.

Is that what you did to him as well?

Did you flash those perky, little tits and drive him mad?

What were you wearing, by the way, when you willingly got into his truck?

Some skimpy, little thing?

Did you look at him with those big puppy dog eyes too?

You know what that does to a man, right?

Jesus, you were practically begging for it, weren’t you?

I bet that slash between your legs is wet right now.

Fuck.

What do you think I’m doing?

Of course I’m rubbing myself!

It’s all your fucking fault too.

You’re doing to me just what you did to him, aren’t you?

Turning me on, telling me all about your “trauma”.

Fucking whore.

I bet you’re gonna act like you don’t want this either, right?

Yes I’m tying you up, you teasing, little bitch.

Oh, I’m triggering you?

Good.

You’re gonna be even more “triggered” when I drag your whore ass out of this car and into the woods and use you the only way you’re meant to be used.

Shut up.

How about you “concentrate on the pounding of the rain” again, stupid slut.

This is all your fucking fault.

Look what you’re making me do.

Daddy’s gotta knock you out, pet.

I don’t want you making up any more of your “trauma stories” about me.

Especially now that we know you were asking for it all along and love every fucking minute of it.

Lying, little, whore.

Let’s go.

It’s Trauma Time.

[the-polished-pet]

I see you’ve already been to confession.

And I also see that Father O’Neil gave you your penance.

You look very uncomfortable with those nipple clamps biting into your soft, young, malleable breasts, child.

But it is right that you suffer.

Sister Anne told me you’ve been especially defiant lately.

Moody too.

You know we can’t have that.

Your stepfather sent you here specifically to learn obedience, deference and acceptance.

He has some very special plans for you.

We must help to rid you of this rebellious nature, to stamp it out completely.

Perhaps some of the Lord’s special medicine will help you to remember your place, help to guide you toward the right path, help to temper your willfulness.

Go on, my child, you know the drill.

Open that unruly, defiant mouth of yours.

It’s all right, let your tears flow, my child.

Let them wash away your evil sins.

This is the only way to teach you.

The fact that you continue to gag so much is evidence of your sinful pride.

Open your throat, you willful, little bitch.

You force me to brutally yank on this chain.

There.

Now I’m deep inside that wicked throat.

Scream some more, child.

The vibrations feel so good around my rock hard cock.

You will learn to be a good servant to your stepfather.

I will teach you.

You will learn your place, here with me.

Now, swallow every drop, my child.

Savor the Lord’s medicine.

Let it cure your rebellious, defiant nature.

There now, that’s a good girl.

See, with the Lord’s help, you can learn humility.

And you will.

I believe that’s Father O’Neil, now.

Bow your head, child, I want to clean my cock in your hair.

Come in Father O’Neil.

You may take this lost, little lamb back to class.

She has repented, for the moment.

Although, please recheck that her nipple clamps are firmly attached.

Child, you will remain clamped for the rest of the day.

Father O’Neil and I will stop by your room, later tonight.

I believe another lesson in humility, with the two of us teaching you, will go a very long way in stemming your willful, sinning ways.

I want you to think about that for the rest of the day, my child.

And just so you know….I’ve already informed Sister Anne of our late night lesson with you.

So this time, locking and barricading your door will do you no good.

Sister Anne knows her place here, child, she learned it from us, after all, and will have the key ready.

You think about that too.

Now go with Father O’Neil.

I can see he’s more than eager to check those clamps.

Bless you, my child.

[the-polished-pet]

Such a pretty, little cum rag.

You’ve never looked more beautiful.

You satisfied so many men tonight, cunt.

I’m very proud of you.

No, you may not clean yourself up.

But I’m so pleased with how politely you asked.

You’re a cunt.

A literal cum rag.

You’ve served your purpose.

You may now rim my ass hole while I jack off on the floor.

You can then lick it up for your dinner.

Good cunt.

Crawl inside your cage now.

I’ll lock you up for the night.

Tomorrow when you wake up, still covered in the crusty, dried essence of so many men, it will be a reminder to you of your pathetic place and the only worth you have.

Good cunt.

[the-polished-pet]

That’s it.

Good girl.

Stay just like that.

A deceptively sweet, innocent, little girl.

Showing off her filthy cunt to older men as they pass her by on the street.

What a disgusting, little whore you are.

How many loads are leaking out of that filthy cunt right now?

Too many to count?

That’s what I thought.

Open your dress wider, you stupid slut.

Show off that bush.

Don’t get shy on me now.

I already know what a disgusting, depraved piece of fuckmeat you are.

I don’t know how you can even show yourself in the light of day.

Not after all those lewd, perverted things you did last night.

What kind of vile, nasty cunt gets off to what you did?

You’re so disgusting.

Oh, now come the crocodile tears, right?

Don’t even fucking start with that.

You know you were like a bitch in heat last night and enjoyed every fucking minute of it.

Your slimy, dripping cunt was evidence of that.

Getting so wet from crawling around on your hands and knees, showing off your holes and just begging to be used.

Weren’t you?

Well, weren’t you?

Keep that dress opened up wide or I swear I’m going to backhand you right to the ground.

And you know that an innocent, little girl is never safe, on the ground, wearing no panties, with cum oozing out of her fuck hole, right?

Any one of these older men could walk by, see something he likes and decide to take what he wants while I hold your whore ass down in place for him.

In fact, you disgusting, little cunt, here, let me show you…..

[the-polished-pet]

Don’t look, little girl.

It will only scare you to see how many men I’ve brought over to play with you.

Just suck on your paci and let Daddy cover your eyes.

That’s a good girl.

Daddy will put a blindfold on you soon.

And some noise cancelling headphones as well.

Daddy’s going to take away your sight and the sounds around you, pet.

Because all I want you to be is a set of holes for these men.

Can you sink into that space for me, baby?

Can my pretty girl do that for Daddy?

Good girl. I know you’ll try hard to. Daddy will help you get there.

Just listen to my voice, pet.

All you are is a doll.

A doll with holes to be filled.

Can you be that doll for Daddy again, pet?

You’re not human right now.

You don’t exist.

All that exists are your holes.

You’re a pretty, little dolly.

Your Daddy’s extra special playtime dolly.

You make Daddy so proud.

That’s it, pet.

I can feel you sinking into your role.

Good girl.

You make Daddy so proud.

You won’t be able to see or hear all these big, bad man lining up to use my dolly.

Because you don’t exist.

There is no you.

Only holes.

Only dolly holes.

I know that makes it better for you, pet, not being able to see or hear them.

And Daddy always wants to make things better for his doll.

Daddy’s beautiful, compliant sex doll.

That’s it.

Good girl.

Keep sinking.

Just like that.

You don’t exist.

You’re only a doll.

You don’t exist.

You’re Daddy’s doll.

Daddy’s 3-hole doll he likes to share.

Good.

Good girl.

That’s my good dolly.

All right, she’s ready.

Let’s get that paci out of her mouth and give her something bigger to suck on…