The torture hadn't stopped at nipple rings and clit clamps. Under Dr. Truce's instruction, Jenna had attached clamps to her labia, gaping her pussy wide the whole day. Now, the clamps dangled harmlessly from the "DUMB SLUT" plug still nestled firmly in her tight butthole. Jenna had grown to like the feeling of fullness the plug provided. Besides, the label it provided seemed fitting at this point. Yesterday, Jenna had been fucked in the ass, nearly fisted her own ass, drank piss, and even had her urethra sounded while a stranger fucked her best friend on top of her. The shy virgin of her dreams was long gone. What else should she be called but Dumb Slut? But perhaps the most humiliating aspect of the previous day hadn't come from Dr. Truce. Jenna's closest friend, and recent fuck buddy, had forced her to steal a swimsuit from the Bikini Hut by smuggling it inside her ass. Jenna realized she had no idea how she was going to get the yellow microkini that Maria had stuffed inside of her out. With all of this in mind, the increasingly slutty teen had decided that she might as well leave the plug in place.
The only other thing Jenna still wore from the day before was her metal collar. Without the key, she had been unable to remove the lock that kept it in place. Eyeing it in the mirror, Jenna realized she didn't hate it. The cold metal contrasted nicely with her pale and freckled skin. It drew attention to the slender delicateness of her neck. But it was also a reminder of her pact with Dr. Truce. She was truly on the road to becoming a Dumb Slut, to be used and enjoyed whenever and wherever, by people like Maria and Dr. Truce. It was an odd thought for Jenna, but one she was becoming increasingly comfortable with. If she had learned anything the day before.... She was good at being a Dumb Slut. The orgasms (and there had been many) had been the most incredible of her life. And Maria and Dr. Truce had seemed to enjoy using her as a fuck doll. Despite all of these humiliations, Jenna still hadn't had a real cock in her pussy. That meant she was technically still a virgin. Jenna hummed as she walked to the shower, imagining all the ways her first time could be like. The teen didn't even realize that she was absentmindedly fondling herself.The pussy clamps still dangling from her ass plug tapped against her knees as she entered the bathroom.
Jenna started the water and began the process of undoing the long pigtailed braids she had been wearing since the day before. It was not an easy task. The fiery red hair had been yesterday's sex mop. It was hardened with dried semen, spit, and vaginal juice. Finally freed, the long red locks tumbled down her back. The hardened hair scratched against her bare ass. A perverse curiosity overtook the girl. Reaching back, Jenna grabbed a handful of dirty, cemented hair. What would day old sex juice taste like? After a moments hesitation, she tucked the handful of hair into her mouth and chewed on it.
"Plagh..." Jenna spit the hair back out of her mouth. It tasted disgusting. Her Dumb Slut training was coming along nicely, but it looked like she had a ways to go before she ascended to true Dirty Whore status.
Jenna stepped into the warm water. Running her fingers through her long hair, she arched her back, relishing the feeling of water dripping down her nubile body. Each drop of water's journey down her body told the story of her new sexual awakening. A single drip would first pool on the end of the collar ring that she could not take off, symbolizing her commitment to Dr. Truce. The drip then fell down onto her breast, circling round her pierced nipples and plunging down towards her belly button. The drip diverged around her belly button piercing and plunged down to her shaved teen slit where it disappeared between her legs. Jenna imagined it traveling all the way down the chains dangling from the plug in her ass. Jenna ran her fingers along her wet, nude body. She was still horny from her dream. To the young girl's surprise, she found herself wanting to be the object of pleasure for someone... anyone. Like she had been yesterday. Jenna thought about Tartan Girl and Goth Girl, the two teens that had seen her get fingered at the mall the day before. They had looked so happy, mischievously touching each other later in the food court. For all Jenna knew, it could have been their first sexual experience together. Heck, it could have been their first sexual experiences ever. Despite the embarrassment at the time, Jenna found herself proud to have played such an important role for them. If they hadn't seen a Dumb Slut get finger fucked right before their eyes, they might have never begun to explore each other's bodies.
By this point in her daydreaming, Jenna's horniness had become too much to bear. She squat down on her haunches. The pussy chains hanging from her ass plug rattled and curled up on the tub floor beneath her. The insatiable teen began to masturbate furiously. She wanted to become a sex object for the girls. She wanted to serve them, to help them further on their sexual journey. And in turn, to continue her own journey into slutdom. Jenna was shocked by the fantasies she was conjuring. She wanted the girls to tie her up with ropes and spank her. She wanted them to pull her hair and call her degrading names, like "Cunt" and "Sex Toy" and "Dirty Bitch" and to give her commands to eat out their teenage butt holes and tongue fuck their tight twats. She wanted them to stick things inside her and ravage her until she orgasmed so hard that she couldn't move. And she wanted it to ignite the same pleasure in them, to see their young faces split into pure ecstasy brought on by their mistreatment of her, their obedient sex slave. Jenna couldn't handle any more. The force of her orgasm literally knocked her off her feet. She fell backwards into the tub, laughing as the water continued to drizzle onto her face. As is often the case after an orgasm, Jenna was suddenly struck by the absurdity of her fantasies. She couldn't possibly really want any of that, could she? The teen tried to convince herself that they were just fantasies, but her behavior the previous days made her unsure. How far would she be willing to go on this adventure?
Still laying on her back Jenna's hand reached down to the chains hanging out of her ass. It was time to go fishing for the microkini. Jenna pulled up on the chain. The "DUMB SLUTt" ass plug strained at her tightened sphincter. She was surprised at the amount of force she had to use before it finally pulled out with a soft "pop." She had thought after yesterday's near-self-fisting, that her ass would be a little more pliable. After a night wearing the plug, her ass had adjusted to the plug's small stem, but was totally unprepared for the wider bulb. It looked like she was going to have to do more training if she was ever going to be able to fist herself up to her wrist like Maria wanted.
Before her asshole could close, Jenna swiftly inserted her index finger as far as she could. Biting her tongue, she wriggled the finger deeper into her rectum. The finger spun around, searching vainly for the microkini she had stuffed up there the day before. Despite her best efforts, she was unable to locate the stolen swimsuit. It looked like she'd have to get help from Dr. Truce. This would be the second time he'd pulled an article of clothing out of his teen protegé. With a sigh of resignation, Jenna removed her finger from her anal cavity and replaced it with the plug. Her hand brushed against her pubic bone as it withdrew, and she felt a small bristle. Her pubic hair was already growing back! Still laying on the floor of the tub, she reached over for her razor and shaving cream. If she was going to keep herself bare down there, it would be nice not to have to shave so regularly. Perhaps she could talk to Maria about getting something more permanent done.
After the shower orgasm, the rest of the morning was mostly uneventful. Jenna lounged around the house, watching Netflix and reading. A lazy summer morning for a highschooler with nothing to do. She had decided to retain Maria's "no underwear" policy. She wore wore a simple t-shirt and gym shorts and nothing more. It felt liberating, though she did get the sense that her father was watching her a little closer than usual. Ever since he had joined them for lunch the day before, he had been acting... strangely around her. They still weren't speaking much. But whereas before, Ronald had had trouble staying in the same room as his daughter, it now seemed like he was hovering. He waited at the table for her to finish breakfast, even though he had finished much earlier than her. After breakfast she had flopped on the couch to watch "Dance Moms." Ronald joined her shortly afterward, sitting in the armchair across from the couch. He hadn't really watched the show though, just looked at her, as if he was working up the nerve to say something. But he never did. After a short while of watching his daughter, he excused himself to the bathroom. It was only after she turned off the show that Jenna saw her own reflection in the TV screen. Her red hair was messy and kinky, pitched to one side as she lay on the couch, her head resting on her fist. One leg extended to the edge of the couch, while the other bent upright, resting her foot on her knee. To her horror, Jenna realized that lying in this position had caused the gym shorts to slide up her raised leg, providing a clear view of her vagina. She had gotten so used to the feeling of being exposed walking around the mall that she hadn't even noticed. Her father must have been staring at her pussy! Jenna was mortified.
He's probably jerking off in the bathroom right now, Jenna thought to herself. Jenna wretched at the thought and stood up. The chains attached to her butt plug dropped down, peaking out from beneath the bottoms of her gym shorts. Suddenly, Jenna was ashamed of herself. What had she been thinking, wearing an ass plug with no panties in front of her dad?! And now he was jerking off to the image of his little girl's teen slit.
Did he seen my chains? Did he read my plug? Jenna's mind was reeling. She needed to get out of the house. A quick glance at her watch revealed it was 11:00 AM. A little early for Dr. Truce's, but no matter. She just needed to get away from her perverted father. Jenna went to her room. She quickly pulled on a pair of red, low-cut Chuck Taylor's and moved to exit as quickly as possible. Her reflection in the mirror caught her eye. It was old Jenna that looked back: a shy, gangling teen with no style and no confidence. The only evidence that this was new, sexually free Jenna was the metal collar around her neck. Dr. Truce would be disappointed. Working quickly, Jenna tied her hair into a messy bun on the top of her head. She grabbed the red lipstick that she had only worn once, at her 8th grade dance, and applied it to her lips. Then she grabbed the scissors she had used to cut her shorts two days ago and roughly converted her t-shirt into a crop top. Not enough to expose under boob, but enough to expose plenty of her tight stomach and belly button piercing (with chain). Just to be sure, she rolled the top of the gym shorts down as far as she dared, then slipped the lipstick into the waist band. She might need to reapply later. This had the double effect of hiking the shorts up into her crack, providing a shapely outline to her petite butt, while also exposing more skin below her belly button. Had she not just shaved, they would have been low enough that her wispy red pubic hair would have been exposed. Now, there was nothing but inches of smooth, pale skin. Spinning around, the butt plug chains were now clearly visible brushing her inner thighs below her shorts. Jenna liked the look. As a final touch, she put on a simple silver chain ankle bracelet. The look was rushed, but effective. With greater confidence, Jenna snuck out of the house before her father had finished in the bathroom.
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"Good morning Jenna! Or should I say Dumb Slut?" Sammy greeted coyly as Jenna entered Dr. Truce's office. Jenna's face turned a sharp crimson. It sounded like Dr. Truce wasn't the only one who had enjoyed her exploits at the mall.
Sammy led Jenna to the usual chair. Like last time, Jenna couldn't help but watch the sway of the assistant's ample ass in front of her. Tartan Girl and Goth Girl had had softer, nubile features. By contrast, Sammy had a filled out woman's body. And yet, Jenna found herself thinking about Sammy treating her the exact same way she had just fantasized about Tartan Girl and Goth Girl in the shower. The thought made Jenna realize two things: 1) she was DEFINITELY into girls... all girls, and 2) she might be becoming a sex addict. There had been more orgasms than she could count in the last two days, and yet Jenna felt like she could have torn Sammy's clothes off and ravaged her right then and there. The butt plug and nipple piercings had the effect of constantly drawing her attention to her erogenous zones. It was hard to ignore the full feeling in her ass or the chains rubbing her inner thighs. With no bra, her nipples rubbed the t-shirt, providing constant stimulation. All she could think about lately was sex.
And yet she realized once again that she still hadn't actually had sex! Sure, she'd had oral and anal sex, and even been fingered by a girl. But she longed to feel an actual penis in her vagina. To lose her virginity for real. If things went as planned tonight, though, that would change. Today she was going on a first date with Sean. It was going to be her first first date. Butterflies went wild in Jenna's stomach. In her dreams, Sean was her boyfriend, but in real life, he was just the boy who barely knew her. He didn't even know her name! He only knew her as "Dumb Slut", the girl with a matching butt plug who barely covered herself in public. If Jenna couldn't convince Sean to fuck her after seeing her like that, she was in serious trouble. The date would be the perfect opportunity to finally lose her virginity.
