Sunday

Cunt is horny with a stiff cock from the plug in its cunt, and tingling horny teats, as it is writing its daily blog post. Cunt is in a state of horny desire, in anticipation of its next use, knowing it will be suffering again. It is cunt's life and its purpose to offer itself to be used and tortured for the horny pleasure of its Master, in whatever way He may choose to do so.

It had been thinking some more about the video it posted yesterday of what Master sees as just another stupid pig being used. Words that also humiliate cunt by association with that pig, similiarly low in status. Part of a class of horny stupid animals, available for use, by men that are far above it, for their horny pleasure. Simply taking the humiliation and abuse, happy they can be the object of dominant horny inspiration.

For cunt, tomorrow a new round of sessions begins, and cunt knows its cunt will have to work hard on further dilation, so it can take the Beercan plug inside before the year ends. It is cunt's mission to be able to do so, because Master wants that to happen. For a few days now, cunt has been worshipping the Beercan plug with its slave mouth in the morning, submissively aware of the dominance of this large object to which it submits, as an extension of its Master.

And cunt's ass is still glowing a bit from the spikes of the pleasure bench that has become such a structural part of cunt's life. Weekly sitting and suffering with its naked ass on the sharp spikes, held in place by a large plug. Knowing this will happen at least once every week. And knowing that when cunt is able to take the Beercan plug all the way inside, Master will replace the current Rocket plug with it, so it will even more be all cunt and pain, as it sits and waits in this position of suffering that Master has chosen for it.