Her Diary

Under the mattress, Blue found what looked like a small leather bound book. On the front in large letters was the word ‘DIARY’. He smiled. “You have been holding out on me, haven’t you? I can’t believe I almost missed this.” As he bent over to pick it up Cocksleeve decided that she had to do something. Ripping the dildo out of her mouth and climbing to her feet she yelled “Don’t touch it Blue!”

Blue ignored her, picking it up and flipping to the first page. He frowned. “This is what you were so worried about? This is nothing!” “I said put it down!” She replied, panic evident in her voice and expression. Rolling his eyes, Blue flipped quickly through the book. As he did, the frown turned to a smile. Closing it, he turned back to her. “I can see why you didn’t want me to have this slut. I can’t believe you wrote all this shit down. This is gold!”

Cocksleeve fell to her knees. He had found it. The one thing that would make this worse than it already was. She ignored Blue as he walked over, grabbing the discarded dildo from a puddle on the floor. “Hey bitch! I thought I told you what happens if you take this out.” Waving it in front of her face, she suddenly realized the repercussions of her actions. Quickly she plucked it out of his hands and shoved it back into her mouth, trying to make up for what she had done. The taste was worse than ever, the salty flavour of her own fresh juices filling her hole. She gagged, but kept her hand on the end. No way was she going to let it out again. All she could hope is that Blue would forgive her.

“Wow. I know your a slut but that was quite a lot of enthusiasm. How does your cum taste?” He mocked. Pausing for a second, Cocksleeve nodded. It was better to suck up (literally) to Blue now than have a pain in the ass (also literally) later. “I knew you liked it. Now come. It’s time for the grand finale.” Blue said, winking. Cocksleeve was still struggling with the dildo in her mouth when her throat was tugged forward. Her master had one hand on her leash, pulling her out of the room and towards the stairs.

Cocksleeve felt complete defeat possess her. She had only been Blue’s **** for 20 minutes and she had already fallen into complete submission. Her only set of clothes were ruined, not in small part because of her own explosive masturbation session, she willingly sucked her own dildo covered in her own juices and Blue had found her diary. What a stupid idea it was to write that shit down. He had all the leverage he could ever want over her and it was her own fault. At this point she could barely even care for what Blue’s grand finale was. It couldn’t be much worse than what she had already experienced. Blue was smart, but even he couldn’t make her more humiliated at this point...

Right?

These hopes were quickly dashed as he looked up at him. From her pet-like vantage point he looked as calm and confident as before. He had a plan, and it was going to suck.

Blue did not have a plan. Up to this point, he had been mostly just following his intuition to **** Cocksleeve. The show she put on in her room was nice, but didn’t feel like the climax of the night. Their relationship had evolved, but still had one stage left to reach before completion. Instead of rushing into things, Blue decided to take it slow.

“Actually, we aren’t done here yet.” He commanded, roughly pulling her leash back into the room. The quick tug choked Cocksleeve for a second, almost making her drop the improvised slut silencer in her mouth. Instead, a little bit of spit came out of her nose, dripping onto the ground. “I’m going to sit here and read through my new diary for a bit. Just sit and wait for now.”

Cocksleeve’s shoulder’s relaxed. Blue was finally giving her a break from all this mayhem. A chance to catch her breathe. Maybe he wasn’t so terrible after all.

Seeing her relax a bit, Blue felt ferocity boil up from within him. The show wasn’t over; this bitch didn’t deserve a break. He needed time to think, but couldn’t let her see this as a weakness. Watching her dulled expression slowly come to terms with rest, a drop of her spit lands on the ground. An idea forms in his head.

Just as Cocksleeve let her guard down, Blue aggressively pushed her kneeling figure onto all fours. “It would be rude to relax after causing such a mess in my room. I know you are a stupid slut, but I thought you at least had some manners.” Blue says as he walks around to her front side. Grabbing her chin, he forces her head up to face him. “You can take this out for now.” He told her, slowly sliding the dildo out of her mouth. With a *PLOP*, it falls out, making spit pour out of her mouth. “I’m going to lay down on my bed and read a little. Clean up the floor, you filthy bitch.” Blue’s ass firmly plants itself on the bed, ready for a show. “If you stand up or don’t finish by the time I am done, there will be consequences.” He smirks, waving the diary in his hand.

Cocksleeve sat there, stunned, for a second. As Blue started reading her most secret words, she snapped back to reality. “Blue didn’t tell me how long it’s going to take him, so I gotta hurry up.” She thought, noticing that defiance no longer even crossed her mind. Blue’s word is law and all she can do is hope he doesn’t get too mad. Looking around the room, she notices the large puddle on the floor. Her shameful jilling session had made it look like a gastrodon convention had been through town. “How the Arceus’s name am I supposed to clean this up? No towels, no dryers, nothing. All I have with me is...

Oh.”

This slut had no time for modesty, as she crawled over to the wet patch. Blue watched her with one eye as she started taking her socks off. “What a dumb bitch” He mumbled, as his **** got to work.

The sticky fluid quickly soaked into her last remaining pure garment, covering her hands in her own excretions. Before long, the first sock was just spreading the mess around. She threw it to the side and quickly took off the second. With the same ease that Amber took to slavery, the sock absorbed the fluids. By the time she tossed it away, about half of her cum was still on the ground. “Fuck!” She thought, trying to come up with another solution. Looking down, she saw the remnants of her vest on her wrist. She held it out in front of her, observing a long tear from the top to the centre. Similar to Cocksleeve herself, it’s old purpose was mute but it could still make a pretty good cum rag. She through it down, soaking up as much as she could. But still, more mess remained.

She was getting ****, and running out of options.

She touched her body, looking for something to soak it up. A wave of pleasure distracted her, as her hands found her nipples. Realizing that she was once again getting turned on didn’t surprise her. It was obvious that following Blue’s rules made her hornier than a herd of tauros. Her shorts were still soaked, and to her dismay, she found them stretched out at the waistband. Her hand had attacked too aggressively, and now her last pair of shorts could reasonably fall apart at any moment. The front of her shirt was still tacky from the previous sexual ****, but the back was mostly clean and dry.

Blue watched emotions cross his slaves face: surprise, relief, realization, depression and determination in that order. Without warning, she turned around and laid on her back in the puddle. It soaked up very quickly, but Blue could see that the puddle was still there. Smiling, he claimed “Reading all your darkest secrets is getting kind of boring. I think your time is almost up.”

Getting back on her hands and knees, Cocksleeve inspected the floor. She could tell that her shirt had absorbed a lot by the feeling on her back, but the floor showed little change. Panic welled in her throat. “I can’t disappoint master again!” She thought, before feeling a spark of disgust. “I’m not doing this to make him happy, I’m doing this to save my own skin!” She reasoned, trying desperately to ignore the flame of desire burning in her pussy. “The shirt wasn’t enough, I am running out of time, and I even got some in my hair!... Wait...”.

The next treat Blue received was the site of Cocksleeve pushing her crusty hair all through the mess, like a whore’s mop. The cum in her hair had dried, but she seemed **** to reapply. Her bushy ‘do was actually doing a fairly good job of cleaning up, but before it could finish up it became saturated with its owner’s pussy juice. She seemed out of options. “I think I’ll finish up this page, then we will get going. Hope you are done, bitch. You won’t like what comes next if you aren’t.”

Cocksleeve was lost. What could she do? She was out of makeshift sponges. All of her possessions were soaked in sexual fluid of some kind. She only needed a little more to be cleaned and she was in the clear. “I wish there was a pokemon here to help me. A growlithe would lick this up in no time.” A lightning bolt flashed through her brain. An idea, but not a particularly favorably one. She lowered her head, the time crunch forcing action. “If I do this, I am admitting to being no better than a bitch. I am better than a pokemon, I have free will. I can choose not to do this, and hold onto my last shred of dignity.”

As she licked the floor, she felt a mini orgasm come and go.

Her dignity lost, she attacked the floor like a plate after pancakes. Long strokes of her tongue brought a now familiar taste to her palate. The familiarity did not make it more pleasurable, but it was still familiar. Her salty juices filled her mouth as she failed to swallow fast enough. She had never worked this fast in her life, and she only sped up as the sounds of her bed creaking revealed that B;ue was getting up. Licking, swallowing, feeling the need to **** but not having time. Her shorts slowly slid down her ass, the waistband no longer containing her thicc curves. She knew her shirt would be headed the opposite direction if she hadn’t soaked it already. “Almost done, I can do this.” She saw the last drop, felt Blue’s hand pulling on her leash, and just barely managed to get it in before being yanked away.

She did it. The floor was spotless.

Something like pride was felt in her full belly and aching jaw. Blue’s challenge had almost bested her, but she came out on top in the end. Her efforts had been rewarded. For once in her life she had done something rig-

“You fucking bimbo. You didn’t do what I asked! You can’t even fucking clean right? Look at this!” Blue yelled, shattering her hopes. She looked over to see droplets spread out behind her. Licking the floor coaxed an orgasm out of her, and with her pussy held up like a growlithe in heat, the liquid had sprayed behind her.

“What a fucking whore. Even trying to clean this up made you so wet you just added to the mess. I can’t believe people pretended like you were a person for so long. You disgusting slut.” Blue looked angry, but his excitement showed through. “For doing this bad a job, you get two punishments, Cocksleeve.” He pointed to the rags that used to be her clothes. “Put those back on. I didn’t tell you that you could take them off.”

Submissively, she slinked over to the corner of her former room were she threw the clothes. Picking up the vest first, it dripped with lady goo. Pulling it open created long pulls of the liquid, which Cocksleeve tried to ignore as she put it back on. Next up, she grabbed a sock. Putting on a wet sock is bad enough; imagine putting on a sock covered in your own cum. Slowly, as the wet fabric would not move in any other way, she pulled it up over her foot, stretching it tight. Instead of comfortable snapping back, the wet elastic stuck, learning the sock stretched out a disheveled. Finally she grabbed the other sock. As she went to put it on her left foot, Blue interrupted her.

“Time for your first punishment cunt. That sock doesn’t go on your foot. It goes in your mouth.” His eyes glared into hers, as she paused for a second. Averting her gaze from his, she promptly put the balled up sock in her mouth. It tasted of the floor, her feet and her pussy. Worst of all, every time her jaw moved it released some more juice. Smiling, Blue paced over and roughly shoved the dildo back in her mouth. Cocksleeve gagged, both objects combining to fill her whole mouth. “Now, You are going to stay like this for a while. I’ll be right back. If I see you without it, you know the punishment.”

With that, he walked away, leaving Cocksleeve alone in the corner, openly crying.

Blue practically skipped down the hallway, excited to try out his new plan. Seeing the rips in his bitch’s vest and shorts had given him a great idea, perhaps the best idea yet. He quickly made his way downstairs and into the living room. Mrs.B had finished the dishes and was watching ‘The Yungoos and the Reshiram’, loud enough to drown out the sounds from upstairs. She turned to look at him, displeased to be interrupted. “What is it Blue? Do you need anything for your whore?”

Blue smiled warmly, and replied “Yes actually. I have a really good punishment to give her for being such a bimbo slut, but I need something to do it.”

Mrs.B raised an eyebrow, clearly willing to help Blue punish her former bitch of a daughter. “What do you need Blue?”

He took a breath and said: