(Heavily modified slave goes on a morning show on television to show off her transformation and do a masturbation show. This is a stand alone story but takes place in the same universe as my Kneel or No Kneel series.)
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"Welcome back to the second half of Empire Today! I'm your host, Matt Lewder and with me as always is my co-host and the best little cocksucker to brighten your morning, Kuntie Kumtrick. Why don't you say hello to the folks at home Kuntie?"
Kuntie said nothing due to the fact that her mouth was filled to capacity with Matt's hard cock. She knelt obediently between his legs; her thin pale body was naked and well displayed and protruding quite visibly from her anus was a huge black silicone plug that filled her tight little rectum. Kuntie's platinum blonde dye job hair was tied in a long ponytail that swayed with every bob of her head as she worked the cock with her expert mouth and tongue.
Other than the black platform knee high boots and studded leather collar, her only other accessory was the thick black leather arm binder that bound her limbs painfully behind her. With each movement she made, the weights that dangled from the obscenely large gold rings piercing her ridiculously stretched pink nipples would swing. "Looks like something has her tongue and it's not the cat," Matt chuckled as he ran one hand over his receding hairline while forcefully grabbing the back of Kuntie's head with the other.
Matt shifted and leaned forward slightly as if he was about to share an important secret with the audience. He stared directly into the camera before flashing a smile that exposed the sparkle of shining white teeth. "Today we have a very special treat for you. Now we all love Kneel or No Kneel with my good friend Horny Bondel, don't we folks?" The audience erupted in applause, whistles and shouts as Matt raised his hands to regain control.
"You may remember a few months ago a beautiful little mixed breed cunt formerly known as Kristin Kailey competed and we were all so riveted. I mean I don't mind admitting that I came more times while watching her tight little body than I can count and I know those of you at home had the same reaction, didn't you?"
Again the audience burst out in a cacophony of support and agreement. "She's here today at the request of her owner, our esteemed network president, to do a little masturbation show for us. Please give a warm welcome to our favorite little bitch that is always in heat, Milky Tits the fuckdoll!"
I was standing just offstage waiting for my cue. My skin still burned with shame every time someone said my new name, but of course that was the point; to reduce me down to just the most basic sexual object that existed only for the pleasure of others. As much as my skin burned, my pussy dripped even more. My training was thorough and I had been conditioned to get wet whenever I felt degraded or humiliated, which was pretty much all the time. My pierced clit throbbed and I desperately needed release, but I knew that would be a reward only if I did well on the show today. I had to please my Master. He was everything to me and I was nothing; just another inferior female body for him to own.
My tiny feet teetered on black sky high platform heels for what seemed like forever as I waited to walk out on stage. Despite months of training in them, I still felt unsure at times and I never got used to the constant ache in my delicate feet. I even learned to exercise in heels which made my slender legs and calf muscles far shapelier as a result. In a way, that kind of pain just made me hornier. Whether it was the pain in my feet or from the piercings and tattoos of ownership that covered my smooth flesh or from the weight of the huge milk filled udders that hung from my chest, but I knew my sexual arousal from pain to be part of my conditioning as well.
Once I heard my name I plastered on the biggest smile of perfect white teeth I could muster and strode out on stage. The tight black rubber dress that barely covered my firm little ass and large jiggling breasts squeaked with each movement forward and as I stepped out from behind the velvety soft red curtain the stage lights blinded me momentarily.
I marched carefully to where Matt sat and Kuntie knelt. Matt stood up and Kuntie moved and lifted herself gracefully to keep her wet saliva filled mouth on his throbbing cock. She was a pro at this and had kept up with her co-host's movements with each guest he greeted over the years.
I approached him and he gave me the obligatory hug; wrapping his muscular arms around my willowy body and drawing me close to him, forcing the back of Kuntie's head against my aching pussy which pushed his cock deeper down her soft throat. He used both hands to raise my black rubber dress revealing my perfect little firm rear to the audience and displaying the large metal pear of anguish plug that was painfully spread and securely locked inside my bleached anus. He gave both of my exposed ass cheeks a strong squeeze and pushed hard on the plug that extended deep inside my bowels before releasing the hug and waving me toward the empty chair to the right of his own. Matt took his place in his seat and Kuntie shuffled her knees to keep up and stay in position, ensuring that his cock never left her moist mouth in a display of faultless synchronization.
I carefully sat down, adjusting the bottom of my dress up to my hips and spreading my toned legs so that my pierced and hairless pussy was on display and my glistening wet labias were in full view. I am just a pretty object after all, and objects are meant to be viewed and appreciated. I could see Matt staring between my legs and licking his lips as he opened his mouth to speak.
"You look even more incredible than the first time I saw you, I swear you could make any man cum just from looking at you".
"Thank you very much Sir, your compliment makes my tight little whore hole drip even more and of course, making people cum is what I exist for!"
Indeed it was the truth. I had been conditioned to get wet whenever I received praise for my slutty little body and I had come to accept the fact that as a female, I did exist to make people cum.
"We all know that Milky Tits' Master and owner is a good friend of course, so tell me, does he ever let you use your old name which was Kristin Kailey?"
"No Sir, I'm one hundred percent Milky Tits now." My face burned as the words escaped my pouty ruby red lips which had been plumped and enlarged, or as my Master called them, cocksucker lips and he took great pleasure in having them wrapped around his hard cock as often as possible. I understood perfectly the position that Kuntie was in having been in that same position, bound in an arm binder and on my knees with a cock in my mouth for hours on end on countless occasions.
"There's no question that a collared trophy pet like you is a luxury cunt, a status symbol really. Does your Master ever share you?"
"As an obedient cunt, I do whatever Master commands of course Sir. There have indeed been times when he wanted to impress people and he shared me with friends, business partners and government officials. They used me in different ways as you can imagine and I was always grateful for the opportunity to show off my training and earn my Master's praise."
Of course I said it with a big smile on my face, but I remembered all of the different men, some of whom just wanted to fuck me or get a blowjob, others who took delight in humiliating and degrading me in every way imaginable, some who enjoyed seeing my little body in a lesbian show with another cunt and still others who would torture me mercilessly for hours, the one rule being no permanent damage of course.
"Maybe I'll be able to talk your Master into letting me take you for a test drive sometime," Matt replied with a devious smile. He reached over and grabbed the mug that sat on a small table to the side of his chair and raised it to his lips. "This coffee could use a little more milk. I understand you can help me out with that Milky Tits."
"I sure can Sir," I replied enthusiastically as I instinctively pushed the neck of my rubber dress down, gently pulled out my large milk filled left breast and leaned in to offer it to him. There was a part of me that still found this act to be incredibly demeaning, but of course that just pushed me even deeper into my own fog of sexual need.
