A strange little Can story by warlady21

I did this one in less than an hour. I was bored, my foot was hurting to bad to do anything today. it’s rush. blah blah. enjoy. there is a little can, but not much. sadly I’m just not into it as much anymore. Cries Oh and read my vore story please. ~~~

A Strange little slightly Can story

She told her pet she was going to train her on denial. A chastity belt with plugs, a remote, and a key. That’s all it was. Her pet had the damnest time holding onto the edge, always spilling over the edge despite orders. The Mistress did everything she could to have her pet learn from her mistake, but nothing took. No spankings, no beatings, even electroshocks didn’t work.

It was time she would have to be drastic.

She put the belt with the plugs on her pet. She made sure that the remote for the belt worked, sending pleasant vibes into her pets holes. She locked it, and wore the key around her neck. She told her pet to write a contract to continue.

Her pet was loving and trusting. Even at her worse, the mistress could do nothing to make the pet hate her. The pet was also upset that she could not hold back for her, the one command that she cannot too. When her Mistress said it was time for drastic measures, the pet understood and would do anything.

She wrote her name on the contract, not reading it. She should had, but it might not had made a differences. The mistress explained that the pet was hers. Completely. Her body was hers forever, to do whatever she wishes. She even now had the right to kill her pet, which would happen if her pet doesn’t follow the rules.

It was simple. For an entire week, the belt would hum to life, making the pet wet and horny with no relief. Once a week, for an hour, the mistress would set the remote to max. The pet had to keep herself from coming for the full hour, or she’ll start loosing pieces of herself.

First her fingers.

Then her toes.

Her hands.

Her feet.

And so on.

When the pet can go for three weeks without coming, she would have to hold on for two hours. Another three weeks, three. And so on. After the 7th hour, she would have to hold on for 7 hours twice a week. They were going to try it for a year, and if the pet can go a full week without coming on high, she will live and the belt will come off.

The pet was afraid, but still loved her mistress. If this was the way it had to be, it had to be. The Pet looked at her mistress with loving eyes and understood.

Right away, without warning, the belt came on. The pet squirmed in her seat, taking in the pleasure. It wasn’t long before she was soaking wet. And it was two days later that she had to start wearing a diaper.

It was hard, that first week. She still had work to do. She still have to please the mistress. But it was so hard because the vibrators inside of her were making it harder to do work. She was cleaned once a day, but the mistress had to tie her up to clean out her pussy and belt.

At the end of the week, the mistress took her to the kitchen and tied her up. She tied up her pets hand, with a finger sticking out and pulled out a meat cleaver. When her pet would come, she would quickly act.

The pet whimpered as a gag was put in her mouth. She was shaking from exhaustion and the intense pleasure that was building up. She knew her mistress wouldn’t let her bleed out, but she was scared shitless anyways.

The mistress could tell that her pet wouldn’t be able to hold out for the hour. But the deal was a deal, and she turned it up on max.

The pet gave a loud squeal through the gag as her orgasm came rushing up. She held it back for as long as she could, but she didn’t make it five minutes. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the orgasm came down hard. Her pussy shuddered and shot out cum as she was hit by waves and waves of pleasure.

But right in the middle of it the cleaver came down.. Her pleasure turned into white hot pain as she saw her finger go flying onto the kitchen table. Her face paled as blood poured. Her vision dimmed.

When she awoke, the belt was still on. Not on High. She was tied down on the bed, and she looked at her hand. Saw it bandaged and bloody, and it hurt so much.

For a moment, the pet hated her Mistress. She suddenly thought that her mistress didn’t’ deserve to do this to her. It was her body, her right, and the mistress mutilated her. She thought about just cutting herself out of the belt, and leaving.

Then her mistress came in with a tray with a soft and caring look on her face for her pet. The pet felt bad for her thoughts as her mistress untied her, saying she was afraid her pet would try to leave.

The pet forgave her. In fact, she realized there was nothing to forgive. She was supposed to hold back but couldn’t. She felt bad that she failed her mistress. But she was going to try a lot harder as her mistress gave her a plate.

On it was her finger, cooked and cut up. She saw the painted nail on it and knew it was hers. Her mistress said that she could have the first piece but the rest, if there was any, would be for her.

A year later:

The mistress was proud of her pet. She managed to make it for a full week on high without coming. It took a lot of time, blood, bandages, and mops, but the pet did it.

Her pet had lost a lot. Her arms up to her shoulders, her legs up to her ass, and her nipples. The pet was still twitching from the vibrators on high, holding back her orgasm as hard as she could. Her body was caked in sweat and she was so tired she couldn’t moan. She wanted to cum so badly, but her loyalty to her mistress was too strong to ignore.

“You did it my pet.” The mistress said, turning the vibes so low her pet couldn’t cum. “You managed to make it the whole weak. Ah. Don’t talk yet. You don’t deserve an orgasm yet. We have to take in account all that you lost. For every pound taken off of you, you will have to remain in there for a day. After that, I might let you cum.”

The pet gave her mistress a tired but loving smiling. The mistress smiled back, going to miss all the meat her pet gave her for the year. But a promise was a promise. Her pet managed to make it. She was able to control herself.

Of course…she didn’t plan on giving her permission to cum anytime soon. In fact, she was thinking of putting the belt back up on high after a bit. Telling her that this was all or nothing. If she came at anytime, she would be food.

The mistress licked her lips down at her lovely and loving pet. Oh yes, she will eat well soon. And then she can go out and find another pet to train.