...I remember well. And I promise that I will use it when and if I ever really feel the need to. But no matter what you decide to do to me, I doubt that that day will ever come. Just promise me one thing...if I ever pass out again, like I did that one time...wait until I regain conciousness and allow me the opportunity to use the word before you begin again." "Of course...I'll always do that", I replied. "And one more thing...promise me that if I do ever use the code word that you will still love me, and that you will not necessarily never do the same thing to me again simply because I used the code word when you did it before. I want to please you, and if I can build up some tolerance to the thing that you do that causes me to say the code word, then I want to do that. Please promise you'll give me another chance." "I promise!...you darling little slut you! Now, enough talk! Lets get on with using you as you were made to be used. You do have fuck holes, don't you?" Monica smiled a big broad smile at me and eagerly replied, "Yes, MASTER....I have three fuck holes...and they are all empty...poor, poor, me!" "You're a slut aren't you Monica?" "Yessss...I'm such a slut, MASTER!" "And you have a slut mouth, and a slut cunt and a slut asshole, don't you, Monica?" "Yesssss, MASTER, I do! All my holes are slut holes!" "What does a slut do with her holes, Monica?" "MASTER....A slut takes any cock into her holes that is presented to her!" "But you wouldn't just take any cock into your holes that was presented to you, would you Monica?" "No, MASTER...never would I do that!! Never!!!" "But you said you are a slut, Monica!! Why wouldn't you?" "Because I'm more than a slut, MASTER!!!. |