Slave Milky Tits on the Morning Show

(Heavily modified slave goes on a morning show on television to show off her transformation and do a masturbation show. This is a follow up story to my Kneel or No Kneel series.)

Slave Milky Tits on the Morning Show

“Welcome back to the second half of Empire Today! I’m your host, Matt Lewder and with me as always is my co-host and the best little cocksucker to brighten your morning, Kuntie Kumtrick. Why don’t you say hello to the folks at home Kuntie?”

Kuntie said nothing due to the fact that her mouth was filled to capacity with Matt’s hard cock. She knelt obediently between his legs; her thin pale body was naked and well displayed and protruding quite visibly from her anus was a huge black silicone plug that filled her tight little rectum. Kuntie’s platinum blonde dye job hair was tied in a long ponytail that swayed with every bob of her head as she worked the cock with her expert mouth and tongue.

Other than the black platform knee high boots and studded leather collar, her only other accessory was the thick black leather arm binder that bound her limbs painfully behind her. With each movement she made, the weights that dangled from the obscenely large gold rings piercing her ridiculously stretched pink nipples would swing. “Looks like something has her tongue and it’s not the cat,” Matt chuckled as he ran one hand over his receding hairline while forcefully grabbing the back of Kuntie’s head with the other.

Matt shifted and leaned forward slightly as if he was about to share an important secret with the audience. He stared directly into the camera before flashing a smile that exposed the sparkle of shining white teeth. “Today we have a very special treat for you. Now we all love Kneel or No Kneel with my good friend Horny Bondel, don’t we folks?” The audience erupted in applause, whistles and shouts as Matt raised his hands to regain control.

“You may remember a few months ago a beautiful little mixed breed cunt formerly known as Kristin Kailey competed and we were all so riveted. I mean I don’t mind admitting that I came more times while watching her tight little body than I can count and I know those of you at home had the same reaction, didn’t you?”

Again the audience burst out in a cacophony of support and agreement. “She’s here today at the request of her owner, our esteemed network president, to do a little masturbation show for us. Please give a warm welcome to our favorite little bitch that is always in heat, Milky Tits the fuckdoll!”

I was standing just offstage waiting for my cue. My skin still burned with shame every time someone said my new name, but of course that was the point; to reduce me down to just the most basic sexual object that existed only for the pleasure of others. As much as my skin burned, my pussy dripped even more. My training was thorough and I had been conditioned to get wet whenever I felt degraded or humiliated, which was pretty much all the time. My pierced clit throbbed and I desperately needed release, but I knew that would be a reward only if I did well on the show today. I had to please my Master. He was everything to me and I was nothing; just another inferior female body for him to own.

My tiny feet teetered on black sky high platform heels for what seemed like forever as I waited to walk out on stage. Despite months of training in them, I still felt unsure at times and I never got used to the constant ache in my delicate feet. I even learned to exercise in heels which made my slender legs and calf muscles far shapelier as a result. In a way, that kind of pain just made me hornier. Whether it was the pain in my feet or from the piercings and tattoos of ownership that covered my smooth flesh or from the weight of the huge milk filled udders that hung from my chest, but I knew my sexual arousal from pain to be part of my conditioning as well.

Once I heard my name I plastered on the biggest smile of perfect white teeth I could muster and strode out on stage. The tight black rubber dress that barely covered my firm little ass and large jiggling breasts squeaked with each movement forward and as I stepped out from behind the velvety soft red curtain the stage lights blinded me momentarily.

I marched carefully to where Matt sat and Kuntie knelt. Matt stood up and Kuntie moved and lifted herself gracefully to keep her wet saliva filled mouth on his throbbing cock. She was a pro at this and had kept up with her co-host’s movements with each guest he greeted over the years.

I approached him and he gave me the obligatory hug; wrapping his muscular arms around my willowy body and drawing me close to him, forcing the back of Kuntie’s head against my aching pussy which pushed his cock deeper down her soft throat.