His Slut

Things had gone fairly well for several months. She settled in to his routine. She was treated more like his girlfriend. He started taking her out places, he still went out on his own, but she went out with him some too. One night they were at a fair. He was getting pretty drunk and started hitting on this woman. No slut is a better word. When she overheard him damn near begging the slut to fuck him, she reacted badly.

With a fuck you attitude she walked up to him and poured what was left of her beer over his crotch anD told him not to beg, it made him look cheap. You could see his blood pressure rising, as she continued with, "I didn't realize you were in the need of the services from a slut, now I know...I am headed for the midway, maybe I can make a new friend too."

She turned to walk away and had an afterthought...looking back at him she smiled as she continued to walk and said, "don't worry about me, if you're ready to go before i get back, I am sure I can find a ride."

He took three steps forward and yelled..."I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"your not me."

He was walking in her direction so she did the only thing that she could think of, she ran. She ducked into one of the barns, ignoring his warning. She glanced over to see if he was following her. He must have been looking for her already because he wasn't next to the truck. She really knew better than to take off like that and when he finds her he was going to be livid. But there was a small satisfaction in knowing she had told him off. She saw him walk by, looking pissed, she figured she was in this deep she might as well go deeper.

She walked up behind him and said,"Pretty sad I have to stoop to these levels to get your attention, wanna walk with me or am I going a different way?" He reached out to grab her without saying a word, but she was quicker and took off between two rides. What she didn't know was that he had help right then. Two helpers in fact that managed to catch her off guard and grabbed her, carrying her kicking and screaming back to his truck, and they waited for him.

By the time he got back to the truck he was fuming mad. He paid each of the guys fifty bucks for helping him and then turned to her, She tried to be brave and stand tall but, sheepishly asked.."Where is your slut? Didn't figure you'd be done with her for several more hours? You know I am not a pissing post. Isn't it enough that I know...but to be so blatent about it in front of me."

He walked up and stood real close as he said through clenched teeth, "Shut the fuck up, or I will shut you up. I dont want to hear another word from you right now.". He had his hand drawn back as though he was going to backhand her.. She braced herself for it, bit her lip and held back anything else She was going to say and just got into the truck.

"Now give me your goddam clothes."

She hesitated for just a minute, as she looked up at him she could see there was no softness, or gentleness in those eyes. She knew he was serious. She removed her clothes and handed them to him. He threw his sweatshirt on the floor, told her to kneel on the floor. He took her by the hair and looked deep into her eyes. "No more fucking around, you stay right here, just like that until I am ready to go. Got it?"

She refused to answer him, which only fueled his fire. He didn't push this time though, he locked the door and walked away. She didn't know how long she was there, but after a while she could hear movement outside the truck. Knowing she didnt want anyone to see her predicament, she kept quiet...then she heard voices, his voice and another woman's voice. Then there was the unmistakable sound of fucking. The slut was even holding onto the back end of the truck for support while he plowed his cock into her from behind. So here the girl in our story sits kneeling on the floor of his truck while the slut gets fucked by her boyfriend.

When John got in, he said nothing to her, simply put the key in the ignition and drove home.The ride home was silent. When he pulled in the driveway, he said nothing as he climbed out of the truck. He went inside and down the stairs. She wasn't sure if she should get out or not, she hadn't been told she could move.

A few minutes later he was at the truck door, with a cocky smile, "you can come in now." she knew he expected her to walk naked and she did, he followed along behind her. "Go to the bathroom if you need to, then your going to the couch and I am going to bed."

She laid there in silence the entire night, didn't sleep at all. She just wanted to go downstairs and make everything better between them. She knew he was mad, but suddenly the real reason she was upset was gone. She just wanted it fixed. Whatever it took.

When he finally came up the stairs he had something in his hand. "come with me." was all he said. He walked her to the barn and went through the morning chores..."You'll do these from now on. 430 every morning. Do you understand what I am telling you? For now, though, come stand right here."

She moved at his request, and he began wrapping loops of rope around her and the post she was standing in front of. When he had her tied securely he came over to her and gave her a kiss, and said. "What were the words you used, last night? Pissing post? Was that it slut?" she nodded her head slowly. Somehow she knew her words were going to come back to haunt her. "well now, little girl, I want you to know, you are a pissing post, right now, and if I want to keep you right here for all my friends to piss on too, I will."

She began to beg him not to leave her like that. While he was taking his morning leak all over her feet and legs. " I should after the way you embarrassed me last night."

The only words that came to mind were..." Please don't John. Please, I promise I will be good, but please don't leave me here like this."

"Your right, begging makes you sound cheap. I think you should stop right now, and maybe I will be back before I leave. One thing is for certain...you won't be going to the fair again tonight. Or this year for that matter."

She remained quiet, realizing she too had to pee too, and decided what the hell, might just as well go here too. When he finally came back for her, he relived his bladder one more time and said very coldly...." the next time I tell you I need to take a leak...you better beat me down here, or you will be tied here for a very long time. Have I made myself clear? Every time I have to piss from now on will be right here."

She nodded her head. He grabbed her throat gently, just enough to turn her on, but not enough to hurt. "I didn't hear you slut."

Speaking very quietly..."Yes Sir...I understand."

He untied her and gave her a swat on the ass. "Go back to the house after you have hosed down your legs, go take a shower. I will be back up shortly."

Keeping her head down, she made her way to the house. Realizing that she truly was, his pissing post...or anything else he wanted her to be, because in reality she would never leave him. She loved Him that much. And despite the humiliation aspect or perhaps including it, being HIS was what kept her motivated.