Betty Bukkake

Oh, I want to thank everyone who has been writing in. I am really sorry that I have not been able to answer you all individually, but its just that I have gotten SO much mail I would not know where to start. But I want you to know that I do read every one of them and any of you who said you wanted to get together with me or maybe come to one of my darling's parties, well, you will just have to be patient. My beloved says that he is keeping a record of who wants what and what sort of people they are, so if you are writing in, make sure you tell us anything unique about yourself that you think might excite or repulse me so that my love has something to make his choices on.

Betty

From: Betty
Date: Thu Jul 5, 2001 10:39 am
Subject: sex slave?

Hi

My darling has asked me if I want to move in with him as his full time sex slave!

I don't know what to do. I mean, part of me wants to, but it is so crazy. I have only known him a couple of weeks, I don't even know his real name, and I really can't believe that I am seriously considering being anyone's "sex slave", but my heart tells me "just go for it". I mean I have done so many crazy things recently and no matter how sick I know they are, I still really enjoy them. And I do trust him not to suddenly turn out to be a psycho. I asked him what he would expect of me and he said just more of what we have been doing, he will throw parties and invite people over to use me, but that the thing I would hate the most would be the boredom because I will not be allowed to leave the house and he probably will keep me either in a cage in the basement most of the time when he is not using me or just chained up down there.

"when he's not using me". I love how that sounds.

God, I can't believe I am actually considering doing it! But he says I can leave any time I want if I say "Game Over" and that if I am good he will let me have a TV or books, or, maybe if I am "a good little cunt", an Internet connection. Also, I know this is a stupid reason, but it seems like an easy way out of all my problems. It means I don't have to worry about a job and he says he can deal with my super, and I really don't have anything to lose anyways, do I. I mean, its not as if I have any great life that I would be giving up. And if I hate it, I won't be any worse off then I am now. He says he will put everything I own into storage so it will be there if I want to leave.

Oh God, I don't know what to do. I really don't have anything else to do, but, well, I guess the idea of being kept in a cage in his basement all day really scares me. Its funny, the idea of being his little cunt, his fucktoy that he lends to other people doesn't bother me. Its just more of what I have been doing and I think I'll really like it. But being kept in a cage? That really scares me. God, what will I do all day? Won't I go out of my mind with boredom? I mean, if it was just at night when I was sleeping and I got to wake up in a cage and feel like an animal, like his pet, well, I get turned when I think about it. I will be his little bitch in my cage, his little pet cunt, and he can just take me out and use me when ever he wants and then lock me away when he is bored of me. Oh, I just made myself cum thinking about it, picturing being nothing but his little pet cunt really turns me on. But all day? Every day? I guess that really scares me.

It also bothers me that he says he may start charging men to use me, "renting" me out. What if this is all just a plan to turn me into a whore, except a prisoner? I mean, you think you know who somebody is, but what if I'm wrong? He says that it just so I know that I am nothing but a fucktoy that men can rent by the hour. And so that I will feel as if I am earning my keep and also so I can save for breast implants.

I don't even know if I want breast implants. It's not as if my boobs are small. They are actually quite large; they are just really droopy. But he says they won't be my breasts anymore, they will be his, and he wants "enormous, round, firm bimbo jugs". I get a funny feeling in my stomach when I think about that. That is what it will be like being his sex slave, won't it? He will be able to do anything he wants to me. Anything! Even give me ridiculously huge "jugs" and I will be helpless to stop him. That is really scary. But it's like I like that scary feeling.

Oh, why not? I have hated my boobs for years. Ever since I had Chris and they lost their shape. I thought about having them reduced so they would be more shapely, but thought it would be a waste of money. After all, my husband was the only person to see them, and he always said he did not mind them. So if Sickman wants to turn me into some bimbo freak I guess it's like the rest of my life: I didn't like them anyway so what do I have to lose? After all, I do like it when guys get turn on by me and want to use me like a fucktoy, so if what they like is huge breasts, why not get them. Personally, I think I will look like a cow, but men seem to like that.

Oh, this is stupid. My boobs are the least of my worries. Am I actually going to let a man keep me in a cage like an animal and let him do whatever he want s to me?

Oh, I don't know. What else am I going to do?

I guess I sort of want to try it. It sounds really exciting. I guess the worst case is that I hate it and have to leave, and be right back where I am now. I kind of like that my life is an adventure now instead of boring like it used to be, but this may be more adventure than I really want. But I guess I'll just do it.

Wish me luck,

Betty

From: Betty
Date: Fri Jul 6, 2001 12:59 pm
Subject: I guess this is it

Hi everyone

Well, I am going to do it; I am going to become my darling's personal sex slave. He is coming for the weekend to help me pack everything up, and then on Sunday he is going to take me to his place. I am really nervous. But excited, too. Actually, the thought of being kept in a cage in his basement and only taken out to be used is exciting me, now. I don't know if I will like it when it is real, but I guess I'll know soon enough.

He came over last night after work and I told him that I would do it and he seemed happy, but then he just started talking about getting me ready for my date. I had thought we would talk about it more, but he said that I might as well get started as his slave and ordered me to make him dinner. It seems that even sex slaves have to cook and clean, so maybe I am just a housewife again.

No, I guess not. Because before he had finished eating - I didn't get to eat, I just served him like a naked waitress - the buzzer rang and he told me to let them up. It was a couple, both probably in their late forties. He was a little guy with bad skin who looked like a biker or something and she was as round as a beach ball. I panicked when I saw a woman, but I didn't know what to do. Its weird, but I guess I am used to being naked in front of strange men now, and having them know that I am a dirty slut, but having another woman there was horrible. She looked at me as if I the lowest form of life. They all talked about what they wanted to do, and the couple wanted me to "get them both ready" and I suddenly realized what they wanted me to do! I started telling them "No", that I couldn't but my darling said that if I was going to be a good little sex slave I would do whatever he told me. But I still didn't think I could do it.

Anyway, they decided I should start by getting the guy "ready" so I did it. I did not like doing it in front of the woman and felt humiliated. I know, I am supposed to like that, but I am figuring out that there are two kinds of humiliation for me, the kind that turns me on and the kind that is just plain humiliating, and this was the second kind. It was awful. Somehow, having a woman watch me degrade myself, a fully clothed woman, just made it too humiliating to bear. I kept seeing myself through her eyes and what I saw was pretty pathetic. I don't know why what women think of me is so important, but I guess it is. It's like Wednesday when my boss made me blow him. I did not enjoy doing it because he was such a jerk, but it did not bother me. What bothered me was having all those women look at me like that. Walking across the office to his door and then walking out again with my face all messy was one of the worst moments of my life. Not as bad as my last day at the store, but almost.

Anyway, so I crawled under the kitchen table and started licking and sucking the guy, feeling like their little fucktoy, and it made it even worse, or maybe better, was that they all kept talking about me as if I wasn't there.

When he said he had had enough, they tried to get me to lick her pussy, but I couldn't. It was just too disgusting and too humiliating. She pulled her skirt up and I was looking at it and I couldn't. They kept trying to talk me into it, but I just started crying. Finally, my darling said that I could just use my fingers and that seemed gross, but better than licking it, so I did it. It was really gross touching another woman's pussy, but at least I could do it. So I rubbed it and even put my finger inside her when she told me to. That was so gross! They laughed at me because I guess may face showed how disgusted I was, and she started saying mean things like calling me a little slut and a pussy lover, and asking me how I could stand to touch it. It all seemed to go on forever. She made me make her cum and then made me do it again. Then, finally, they told me to get her husband's cock ready again and then he got on top of her as if he was going to fuck her but they made me actually guide it in. And then my darling told me to lick the guy's balls while he fucked his wife but I couldn't get my head in there. So they had me lie on my back and she got on her hands and knees over me so her big black pussy was right over my face. The smell made me want to throw up. Then the guy started fucking her again and I had to lick his balls as they bounced around. Then my darling told me to lick the guy's cock as it went in and out, but it was all covered in her pussy juice and I couldn't.

Then she started licking my pussy and I just about went crazy! That was the first time anyone ever did that to me and whoa, did it feel good. Maybe if my husband had done that I would have liked sex more but all he ever wanted to do was stick it in me and it never felt anything but uncomfortable or even painful. This felt like when I masturbate except a hundred times better. Pretty soon I was licking the guy's cock and her pussy and I didn't care what else! It was SO amazing!

The guy came inside her and then pulled out and they told me to clean him up. It was covered in sperm and pussy juice and I cleaned it all up while she kept me on the very edge of cumming so that I was trying to beg her except the guy kept putting his limp cock in my mouth.

When he finally left she started asking me if I wanted to cum and I started begging her. It was humiliating, but that was the good kind. But she said if I wanted it I had to clean her up, too, and would I do that for her? When I agreed, she started trying to push the sperm out of her pussy. It was pulsing and making farting sounds, and then sperm started leaking out. It looked so disgusting, and I wanted it because it WAS so disgusting, so I started licking her pussy, trying to get it as it came out. I can't believe I was actually licking another woman's vagina, but I did. And it wasn't even all that bad, once I had started. It tasted gross, but I got used to it and even started shoving my tongue inside her trying to get more sperm. They were all laughing at me for that, calling me a "cuntlicker" and stuff, but that just turned me on more.

Then suddenly she got up and knelt over top of me and I thought she was going to kiss me. My darling told me to open my mouth, which I did, but I didn't like the idea of kissing another woman. I mean I know its stupid considering what I had just been doing, but I didn't want to. But then she open her mouth and all this sperm came out and dripped into my mouth. It took me a moment to realize that it must have been my darling's sperm and then it seemed so precious to me. Maybe its just because he doesn't let me have it very often, but I love eating his sperm. It makes me feel... oh, I don't know,

No, actually, I do know. I feel like I love him. No, I think I love him all the time. When he lets me eat his sperm I feel as if he loves me! And I suddenly didn't care that she was a woman. She had let me have his sperm and that made me thankful to her and there was still more in her mouth so I pulled her down and started licking it out of her mouth the same way I had from her vagina. I know that does not make me a lesbian, but it is very upsetting to find that I could do those things and even enjoy them.

Anyway, this will probably be the last time I write for a while because..., oh God, because I am going to be kept in a cage after Sunday and only let out to be a sex slave and for housework. I'm really scared. But I am going to do it.

So I guess this is it. I think Sickman will be checking this mail account, but I won't be allowed to. Maybe I will write again someday, if he lets me, but until then thanks for reading, and thanks to all the people who have written me.

Wish me luck,

Betty