The Renunciation of O

Story 1 here.

She’d been his for six months now. For the most part, her life had changed for the better.

She had no idea how much she would lose under his strict, controlling hand; had no idea how much she would love being dominated. But for the last few weeks, his mind had turned from mere domination to total subjugation.

“Do you know the difference between the two, little slave?” he asked her one morning while she sucked his cock in the shower, her mandatory morning ritual. It’s how they began each day, with him using her holes to remind her of her place.

“I think—“ she began, cut off when he slapped her across the face.

“You know the rule,” he ground between clenched teeth. “Never take your mouth off my cock when you’re in the middle of worship.”

Cheeks red, cunt aflame, she lowered her eyes as they filled with tears. She could feel herself slipping away under his strict conditioning, replaced by a meek, frightened slut, eager and desperate to please.

She put her mouth back on him, taking him all the way to the base in apology. She settled back into a rhythm she knew would please him, taking long, slow thrusts. She became more aware of her useless hands, cuffed at elbow and wrist behind her back, as the first strands of saliva fell from her lips to her naked chest.

“Well?” he prompted, seemingly satisfied with her now that her face was back to fucking him. “Do you know the difference?”

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“No, Sir,” she said, his hard cock thrusting into the back of her throat. She hated when he asked her to talk with her mouth full of him. It made her feel even more of the sex slave he was turning her into. Mouth full of cock — just like he liked her.

“Of course, you don’t. Nor should you. The only thing you should fill your empty, whore head with is how to make my cock feel good. How to serve me. But I’ll tell you anyway. I looked it up this morning.

“To dominate something is to exert power and influence over it. But to subjugate something is to bring it under control; to defeat a person and rule them in a way that allows no freedom.

“That sounds much more appealing when it comes to you and I, don’t you think?”

She wasn’t sure how she should answer that. She felt cold fear tickle her spine. She could almost hear the cogs turning in his mind from the way his cock reacted to his own words. How would this change things?

Already, he controlled so much of her life. Her body was already his to use whenever — and however — he pleased. What else could he possibly do?

~

She wasn’t allowed to say no to sex anymore. That much was clear the first time she was pushed to her knees and told to suck his cock after a hard day at work.

He had asked her why she didn’t want to perform her duty. She had said she’d had a long day. 

“When we began this life together, I made it clear that service to me was to be your primary responsibility. You agreed. You signed your slave contract willingly, and fully informed. If you cannot handle the privilege of a job, then you simply won’t have one,” he had told her flippantly, as if he wasn’t threatening to take away a major part of who she was.

Then he’d introduced her to her first ring gag. Her existence would come to be defined by all sorts of gags: her penis gag was her main gag, locked on with a tiny padlock to remind her what her mouth was meant for, but it would always be swapped out for a ring gag when he wanted to fuck her.

The gags were a permanent solution, and he always took great pleasure in tightening the straps until they dug into her cheeks painfully. He always locked them; he wore the key around his neck. 

From that day on, she would never experience life without one again, except when she needed to eat.

“The primary purpose of your mouth is to suck cock. This should help remind you that you’re a slavegirl first and foremost.

“You wanted true slavery? This is what that looks like. It’s not about what you want. It’s never about what you want. It’s about what I want. You no longer have the right to say no.”

A sob escaped her then. It sounded strange, coming from her wide open mouth, but it would be a sound that would become familiar to them both.

“Now, get on your worthless knees, on the floor where you belong, and fuck my cock with that impertinent facehole.”

He’d called her boss and handed in her resignation for her the next day.

~

“At the very least,” he continued, her mouth still on him, “it’s where I’d like to take our relationship, although now that we’re talking semantics, I think relationship is too strong a word for what we have, don’t you think?

“I mean, I don’t have a relationship with my couch. Or my fridge. You’re just another piece of property, a thing that I own.”

In spite of herself, she felt her empty pussy clench at his reference to her as a thing. She loved to be objectified to him, treated as a nothing but a sentient fuck toy.

He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her throat onto his cock, holding her there while she struggled to control with her gag reflex.

“So, this is how it’s going to go. You will no longer refer to me as Master. You will call me Owner. ‘Master’ implies that you are human. You’re not.

“Second, as an owned sex object, your existence is purely functional. So I don’t think you need to be able to see things anymore. Once I’ve cum down your throat, I’m going to put contact lenses in your eyes to blind you.”

Her throat began to convulse around him as she felt true fear for the first time since she became his slave. That only caused him to hold her down harder, sighing as she involuntarily massaged his cock.

“Yesssss, that feels lovely. Don’t worry, you don’t need to breathe yet. I’ll let you breathe in a minute.

“Now, you don’t really need to see, do you? I know you think you probably do, but you’ll agree when I say your mouth doesn’t need to see my cock. You just need to lick it and suck it. You can find it other ways. You know how I love it when you look for my cock with just your tongue.”

His breathing came in pants now, even as her lack of air was beginning to dim her surroundings. The wet sounds of his thrusts down her throat were doing strange things to her soul though, until he finally yanked on her hair to get her off his dick.

She gulped down air through her ring gag as he knelt down and stared into her eyes. They glowed with a cruel gleam that she had never seen before. She shuddered.

“I don’t think you’ll need your hands anymore either. They’re always tied behind you anyway; might as well add a pair of mittens to them.”

He slowly entered her gasping mouth again, saliva now running in rivers down her bare body.

“I also found a cool pair of wireless, bluetooth headphones. So, with your black out lenses, I’ll also take your hearing away from you too. Don’t worry; I won’t actually leave you deaf. I’ll make sure you’ve always got something happening. Your rules, for example, or your favourite porn. But probably mainly white noise, unless I need to tell you something.”

While her whole body began to shake as he described her very real, very near future, she couldn’t help but notice a growing awareness of the state of her pussy. Even though she had never felt such fright before in her life, her clit pulsed, hot and wanting. As she moved her body to accommodate his mouth fucking, she felt her pussy lips slip and slide past one another, heavy and wet and very much there. 

He continued to describe her impending sensory deprivation, her cunt feeling as empty as it had ever been. She felt disgusted at herself. If this treatment turned her on, she realised in that moment, she deserved every single bit of it. Her cheeks heated, ashamed, and feeling every bit of the saliva that now coated her chin and her body. It made her feel dirty, depraved, and every bit a slave.

She would, very shortly, be effectively deaf, mute, and with very little chance to escape once her hands were locked away from her. He mentioned ballet boots, and her heart dropped even as her hips began tiny thrusts, craving something, anything.

“Finally, we’re upgrading your collar. And your clothing situation. I’ve got a marvellous choking collar cross shock collar. This is how I’ll tell you if you’re going a good job. And your lingerie — you won’t need it anymore. Your existence is purely functional now, no longer pretty and decorative. You serve a single purpose from now on: making my cock feel good.”

“Yes, Owner,” she moaned on his cock as he continued to fuck her. She wondered if he’d also lock her away in chastity, like all the stories she’d read online.

At the sound of her slave moan, he came. He coated her face and mouth in ribbons of the thick substance before replacing her ring gag harness with her usual penis gag harness. She wasn’t usually permitted to swallow his cum, and that reminded him of his final deprivation.

“Oh! I nearly forgot.”

He got down at her level, and lifted her wet, heaving face to his.

“You don’t get human food anymore. Your only sustenance will come in the form of my cum and a food alternative. It’s a grey paste — looks disgusting, but it’s got all the shit you need to stay healthy. But before you get permission to eat, you’ll be required to make me cum first, so I’ll make sure to fully coat it so you’ve got some sort of flavour.”

Tears fell from her sad eyes as he stood up to gather his equipment, and she belatedly realised she should’ve known it was coming; she’d seen it all this morning, laid out neatly when he’d dragged her by the collar into the bathroom. But he’d shoved her to the floor so quickly, thrusting into her open mouth, that she’d had no time to consider it.

He sighed, looking down at her crestfallen form. She wondered if he felt her dejection, even as her pussy dripped on the floor.

“Look,” he said. “I’ll tell you what. I’m going to reward your hard work this morning with an edge. If I find your cunt dry, I’ll take it all back. But if I find your pussy audibly wet, then it’s your body’s way of telling me that this is the right decision for us.”

She shook her head, her body still shuddering in a mix of fear and arousal. She knew what he’d find. Her fate was all but sealed.

He bent down. His fingers found her bare, empty pussy. A single fingertip teased her clit, stroking it slowly as his eyes met hers. He saw her expression fall, and at her resignation, he chuckled.

“Don’t worry, little cumslut,” his cheerful voice perked up. “You’ll learn to love being subjugated. I’ll make sure tease and denial is a part of your daily life.”

His fingers left her, filling her empty pussy with a glass dildo, fingers returning as he quickly brought her panting to the edge.