The nineteenth day of Christmas

Bad day. It hasn't started yet, I know. But I've been summoned to Mr Finch again. He has another "gift" for me, too. That's right, the one I picked up yesterday was brown. Fuck me. Oh, he probably will. No need to even ask. I hate my life. I hate Mr Finch. I hate magic.

I opened his gift. It's a choker! Like the accessory. It also contained a note. I hate notes. He want's me to not use the perfume (How does he even know about it??) until I come over. Same for the choker. The outfit has already been decided and I can change it in little over an hour. I guess I'll be doing another session of yoga wearing my school uniform..

Done with yoga. There's still some time left on my bracelet until I can change, but I'll be heading off to Mr Finch now. I'll talk to you later.

This is so fucked. I came over to Brian's apartment and he'd already managed to fuck it up again. It was disgusting. But's only the tip of the cock. He told me to put on the choker, and not focus on anything. Not difficult for me given that I'm just a stupid slut now. He then voiced the words: Cheap whore. And my mind sort of just spun those words over and over. The choker did something and now I can't stop talking like some common streetwhore! I'm stuck like this until I either take it off, which he wont allow. Or I wait the 24 hours and change it, which he also doesn't allow. If I ever want to speak like anything but a dumb fucking cumdump I'll need him to fix it for me!

He then told me to use the perfume. What type of smell did he want me to wear? He just said rough sex. He wanted me to smell like fucking rough sex. With my words all fucked up the thing I ended up focusing on got me smelling like some whore that'd been up all night getting gang banged and creampied tens of times. I smell like dried jizz and sweat. It's so fucked. Then we just waited, he didn't even want me to blow him or anything. No fucking, not even a titjob. Just waiting. He told me to sit across the room because I smelled so bad. And who's fucking fault is that you stud?

When my bracelet went off cooldown I changed my outfit. I already had a good hunch for what it would look like, but it still caught me by surprise. Now I talk like a whore, I fucking smell like a whore. And I even dress like one! With my huge tits, messy hair (Which he also told me to wear like this) and meaty thighs there's no mistaking me for anything else. I began wondering where the hell he wanted to go with all this. After all, he refused my servi- I mean, my body because I smelled so bad. Instead he sent me OUT. Like, out of the fucking building out. He told me to pick up some things for him at the grocery store. He even gave me a damn list. An eggplant. Two cucumbers, Three carrots, and God damn coconut oil. To use for lube?? I've never felt more humiliated IN MY LIFE. I'm almost glad that I look unrecognizable. I wouldn't want anyone I know to see me like this ..dressed like a whore, buying these things. Not to mention I kept sweating all the damn time. I was WAY overdressed for my condition.

The guy at the checkout physically held his breath as I paid out of my own damn pocket for Brian's stuff. He'll probably not even use it, just wanted to humiliate me. I'm sure I caught the clerk with a stiffie as he ogled my funbags. I tried my hardest not to speak to anyone. Of course I did, I mean, I talk like a tramp. But when he asked me if I wanted my receipt or not, I couldn't just ignore him. I told him I only wanted it if it was wrapped around his cock. I can't even read a receipt..

I don't even think an actual whore would say that! It sounded like a poor attempt at being sexy. Then again, I have no experience selling my holes for cash. What do I know about how whores talk? I don't think this choker has the power to teach me new words or anything. It can only limit my mouth-hole to speaking words that would be fitting for whatever.. I'm sort of relieved at that actually. Imagine if I had all the words and phrases down to a T? I'd sound even more like a trashy cheap prostitute. Damn it. FUCK. I really hope that Brian doesn't spin this any further and start selling me out for reals. I could probably make a pretty penny though. I look so fucking hot! I didn't mean that! Why'd I say that??

This is me a the grocery store by the way. I got someone ELSE to take the picture. Some sleazy looking dude. Said I'd blow him for a tenner if he did me the favor. Then when he finished I pretended that I didn't know what he was talking about, and that if he started getting nasty with me I'd scream. I felt like such a manipulative BITCH.

I also had to pick up the damn present for tomorrow. Yea. I went to the post office like this. It didn't make it any better when the package I got was long and phallic, wrapped in cheap brown paper. Pretty much everyone and their mother looked at me with disgust. Coming into the post office dressed like this, smelling like sex and picking up what would presumably be a fucking dildo, or a vibrator or something. It's fucked. Really, really fucked.

I'm beat though. I'm hitting the sack. Will probably end up masturbating like a slut for hours before I fall asleep in my own juices. Fingers still up my snatch reeking of sex and cum, dreaming of Mr Finch~