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It has been so long since I updated.  So much has happened.  Master Valentine has used me several times as his whipping post, his fuckmeat, and his toilet.  He never fails to remind me what a lowly piece of shit I am, and makes me cry, beg, and thank him for even taking the time to notice that I am alive.

I've seen my former Master five times now.  He called me a week ago and had me meet him in the parking lot at a Wal-Mart.  It was late at night, and he drove me a few blocks away to a dark residential street.  He blew cigarette smoke in my face while he told me what a stupid whore I am, how dumb it is of me to keep coming back for me, but I just do what I'm told.  He said he had struck out with the girls at the bar and that he was pissed off and horney and I would have to pay for it.  That I am scum, just a cock-warmer for him until he can get home to his wife, the woman he really loves.  how I will never have that and just be used over and over again by disgusting men.  He was drunk.

We pulled over into a dark cul-de-sac and into an apartment complex.  We parked next to the trash dumpsters and he made me get out of the car.  I opened his door for him, while thanking him for treating me like the piece of shit that I am.  He got out and unzipped his pants.  I knew what to do and nelt down unziped his pants and began sucking him off.  He ashed his cigarette in my hair while I bobbed up and down on him, trying to get him into my throat.

Since he had had a few drinks, he had trouble staying hard.  This really pissed him off and he pulled me up by my hair and slapped me a few times while demanding to know why I was so stupid that I couldn't even suck cock good enough to satisfy him.  The tears were streaming down my face while I sobbed and apologized for being such a worthless slut.

The slapping did the trick and he was hard again.  He spun me around and pushed me up against the side of the car.  He lifted up my skirt I always have to wear a skirt in his presence and spit on his cock.  I thought he was just going to fuck me doggie style but his cock started pressing up againstmy asshole and I gasped.  He just laughed and rammed it in all the way in.  I can take a lot of anal, but this was really rough and I wasn't ready for it.  He kept pushing me up against the car while he thrust into me, calling me names and pulling my head back so that he could spit in my face.  It didn't feel good.  I got no pleasure from it but I don't deserve any.  After a few minutes he came really hard in my ass and just pulled it out.  That hurt too, but his cum had lubed it up a little.  He grabbed me by the hair again and forced me back down to the ground.  I know what he wanted I couldn't send him home with a dirty cock.  I was so stupid for making it dirty.  Fortunately there wasn't any shit on it, but it smelled really bad like ass sweat and cum.  I licked him off and took him in my mouth until he softened up.

Then he put it away zipped up his pants got back in the car and drove off.  I just leaned over against the dumpster until I stopped sobbing and got up and started walking back to my car.  It was a long walk and it was starting to get cold.  I couldn't find anything to wipe with so I just let it leak out of me while I walked.  I had kept ahold of my car keys and I always keep some napkins in my glove compartment.  When I got to the car I wiped myself out as best as I could and then drove home.

After fucking myself until I came that night, I slept with nipple clamps on at the suggestion of a Dom from here.  When I got up my nipples were very sore and sensative.

I am glad that people are enjoying my journal posts.  I will try to update more often but I have been very busy lately.

My ass is so raw!  I was fucked so hard over the weekend.  Thank you, Master Valentine for using this disgusting cunt pig the way she deserves to be used.  Two days later and I think your cum is still dripping out of me!

It has been such a crazy couple of weeks!

The emails and phone messages from my Former Master's wife continue.  At the suggestion of a very cruel Master here on CM I am starting to masturbate myself while I listen to them.  It is very degrading and humiliating to do so.  It usually leaves me crying afterwards, like I deserve to.

I saw my former Master last week.  He was getting into his car as I was walking up to a bar that we used to frequent.  He waved me over and made me get in.  While I was in there he called me all kinds of degrading names, unzipped his pants and made me suck him off.  He told me that he had just fucked a new girl that he is courting in the bar he was at and that I had to clean his cock off of her before we went home to his wife.  It tasted really gross, but I did it.  After her came in my mouth, he added a little piss and laughed at me when I gagged at it's bitter taste. He had had a few beers and his piss was just awful.  I swallowed as much as I can, but after he kicked me out of the car I ended up throwing up in the gutter.  I felt like such a dirty, degraded whore.  He said only prostitutes piss and puke in the gutter and that I was so stupid that I'm not even getting paid.

I felt so stupid and used.  I felt like a piece of trash that had been used.. again.. and thrown away.  He was laughing at me as he pulled out back to his life.  Part of me really aches to see him again and be used by him in any way he wants.

I am such a stupid, dirty, worthless pig.  I deserve everything I get.  I am worthless and pathetic, just a dumb cunt.

I sat on the curb and cried.  Then cried all the way home and masturbated as soon as I walked in the door, right inside the entryway.  Weeping, rubbing my clit, and peeing right there on the tiles.

I've been back to that bar twice and haven't seen that guy.  Guess I scared him off. Oh well.

Got so hot yesterday reading emails and conversing with all the wonderfully mean and cruel Masters on here.  I went to bed, filled my ass with a plug, a vibe to my clit and pinched my nipple until it almost bruised before I came to a screaming orgasm.

In the morning I woke up and took my morning constitutional.  I do 100 sit ups each morning, rain or shine.  I had to pee so bad, but I can't until I've done my situps.  Once I was done I was finally able to use the toilet before getting ready for work.  One of the things I have made a habit, that my last Master made me do was to pee into a bottle, a 32oz sports bottle every morning.  He was very strict with bathroom controls.  I sit at the edge of the toilet, hold the bottle against my cunt, and pee all I can.  I keep this bottle with me all day and must drink from it until it is gone.  I was allowed to drink other things, but the bottle HAD to be empty before I walked through my door in the evening.

I was still very hot and wet by the time I got to work.  I had put on a very sheer bra and panties, on the suggestion of one of the emails I answered.  Walking into my office, I lingered in our warehouse/shipping area and watched the men work.  I love watching sweaty men!  I just stood there, pretending to read a notice on the day board and fantasized about dropping to my knees and having to service every single one while I took sips from my bottle.

When I got to my desk, I checked my email and found a message from my last Master's wife.  She sends them every week or so.  She called me every name in the book and said what a skank I was and that she hoped something really horrible would happen to me.  It hurt and humiliated me.  I nearly cried.  I was his whore and he used me, but it was what I deserved because I am a whore and a skank no matter how much I try to hide it.  I sent my customary "I'm sorry" reply and got myself together.

I finished my bottle around noon-time, and treated myself to a diet soda at lunch.  I was able to concentrate on my work and made it through my day.

By the time I got home it was already dark, so I fed my cat, changed clothes, and went out to a local bar.

There are a few bars in my area that I frequent, my last Master used to make me go out some times dressed like a total slut and loved to show me off.  The one I chose is one where the bartender knows me, and what I am.  I've blown him twice in the office.  He nodded at me when I came in and smiled.  It's a really small place, but gets a lot of traffic, so I don't really know the regulars well.  I needed something so bad, but I was really afraid.  There were some kind of rough looking guys in there and I didn't think I was up for that kind of activity.  There was one guy who caught my attention though.  He looked middle aged, kind of balding, wearing a suit.  I'd never seen him in there before, but I hadn't been in there for a month or two.  He had a wedding ring on, but I didn't care.  There wasn't a woman with him.  I'm a whore and I know it.  It's okay if you hate me for it.

I took a pen out of my purse and wrote "I want to suck your cock" on a napkin.  I walked up to the bar next to him and laid the napkin down in front of him.  He read it and kind of gasped.  He looked at me wide-eyed and I nodded.  I took him by the hand and led him outside through a side door.  There's a nice dark alley behind the bar that some of the employees use to park or have a smoke break in.  I know this alley well.  My last Master used to make me come out here to pee.  I'd squat behind the dumpster, pull my panties to the side and piss.  he said that's how prostitutes do it.  He said public bathrooms are only for giving head in. 

It was dark and empty.  I wanted a cock so bad.  I took him around a corner and dropped to my knees.  I love feeling hard dirty ground through my stockings.  I undid his belt and got his pants open as fast as I could.  His cock was bigger than I expected which was nice.  It was already dripping precum.  I took it in my mouth as quickly as possible.  He started to moan and shiver as I worked up and down.  I am a very good cocksucker.  My last Master said it was about the only thing I am good for.

I wanted it so bad.  I wanted his hands in my hair.  I wanted him to slap me.  I wanted him to force his cock down my throat until I puked.  He was babbling something about he couldn't believe this was happening, and that he was afraid we were going to get caught. I sucked harder and took him into my throat and that seemed to shut him up.

I pulled myself off his cock, looked up at him and said "Call me a dirty whore!"  He kind of nervously did.  I sucked a few more times.  I said "Call me a filthy cocksucker!" he did with a little more force this time, but he was still nervouse about it.  I tried to maintain eye contact but he kept looking around.

In just a few minutes he started to cum.  He was gasping and moaning, holding on to the wall.  He shot a load into my mouth.  It was sour and salty, and tasted horrible.  But it's what I deserved.  I am a horrible person.  A filthy skank who deserves to be abused and treated like a toilet.

I put his cock back in his boxers and zipped him back up.  without saying anything I got up and walked away.  Went to my car and went home.

The whole drive I kept thinking about the stunned expression on his face as he came, and about him going back home to his wife and children with his cock still wet from my saliva and lipstick.  My cunt was gushing by the time I got out of my car.

I went inside, punished myself for being trash, fucked myself, and went to bed.

I am a pig

My goodness!  This slut hasn't been on the board for an hour yet and already it has recieved over 70 emails! 20 of which were before it was even done creating it's profile.

It knows it has no right or ask such, but please be patient with it.  It is trying to answer them as quickly as possible.