A BIRTHDAY TO REMEMBER_(2)

It started out like any other day I guess, if I really think about it. It wouldn’t end that way though. It was my 23rd birthday. I had been a full time slaveslut whore to my Master for almost four years. It had been quite a ride, and now that we were married, it guaranteed that ride would continue, or at least as much of a guarantee as you can get in today’s divorce happy society. I was born a nasty slut, and learned early, I love being used as a fucktoy with no say.

He has shown me depths of depravity I had never thought I could go to. Men and women have fucked me and I have willingly fucked them, in groups and as individuals.

He has required I stand and be used as a dog’s bitch and though that was unpleasant as an untried thought, I loved it as an actualized event, from the very first mount. Now the several dogs that live on our small farm in the country regularly take me, singularly and as a pack. I wear full sun-type dresses or ma kettle dresses as I call them. This fits with our country lifestyle and also works for Master, as he requires dresses with full flowing skirts and no panties underneath so he can take me without preamble of removing clothing. I am also ready to go to town and fit in if we need to.

After I fucked the dogs the first time. Master said they were my Masters, too, and that I must give myself to them anytime they show an interest and it is discrete to do so.

The dogs seem to know this, for anytime I venture outdoors, one of them, and usually all of them come running up if they aren’t kenneled, and at least one of them will nuzzle under my skirt to sniff my cunt and see if I am breedable. Since this is expressing an interest, I dutifully drop to all fours and throw my skirt onto my back, and take my mounting. Then in the peeking order of the pack they will all fuck me. One after another, the next in line taking up position in my cunt or ass, depending on what they find when they mount me, and the one just concluded fucking me moves around to my head for a sucking off. They seem to know I am required to suck clean the cock that fucks me. There are times I think it is the blowjob they are after. This is after all something I do for them no doggie bitch would.

I even have a Mistress who is submissive to Master, but Dominant to me. She is a real bitch, though don’t tell her I said so. Woman can be so abusive to other women, more so than any man could. She makes me feel so deliciously worthless when she uses and demeans me. Her humiliation of me is complete and total when I am between her legs licking her pussy or ass. I feel so worthless and so humiliated when she is training me. My Master never takes me to this extreme, at least not up until this day.

I awoke that morning in a good mood, because it was my birthday and I was in my Master’s collar.

I wear soft lens contact lenses. I hate glasses. This particular morning while I was cleaning one of my lenses before putting it in, it tears. It is Saturday, so I will have to wear my glasses until Monday, when the pharmacy in our Podunk town opens again.

It is my birthday and we have a celebration planned for that evening. Six couples, friends of ours, are coming over and they will likely use me as a slut and a whore for several hours. The perfect night for the birthday slut, er I mean girl. Now it’s going to be marred because I have to wear glasses. I was upset.

I went to the kitchen and Master was sitting at the table drinking coffee.

“Happy birthday mysti. How is my little kajira?”

I answered affirmatively, but there was attitude in my voice. I knew I had fucked up the minute I stopped speaking. Master had been warning me about my ‘pissy tone’, as he called it. Saying it was disrespectful at best, and served no purpose in the broad scheme of things.

He didn’t address my remark afterwards and that was what told me I had fucked up. Normally he would have a quip or words of advice or assurance of some kind if I was down or had something worrisome to me on my mind. But this morning he just rose and walked to the counter and put his cup in the sink. Then he walked to the alcove on the backdoor, where coats and etc., hang.