TWO ROAD WHORES, RODE HARD
CHAPTER ONE: A Game of Whore


So there we were, Playing a Game of “WHORE”. You remember when you were a kid and played a game of “HORSE” in basketball? Each time you make a shot, the other player has to make it from the same location or they get a letter. Once they spell the entire word “HORSE”, they lose.

Well WHORE sounds the same and plays a lot the same way. It is one of the many games Master has been playing with me lately. Here are the basic rules.

1.We go out in public for the night, I am dressed in basic “Slut Protocol”. There are special forms of protocol in dressing and this basically means a tube top and a tight micro-mini skirt, no bra or panties and flats or 2 inch heels. Somewhat slutty make up and my hair done anyway I choose (tonight in pig tails).

2. Each time we play Master redefines the words he is going to use for the game. One word for each of the letters in the word “WHORE”
for instance tonight it was;

W = WEEKEND
H = HELLO
O = ORDINARY
R = RUDIMENTARY
E = EXCELLENT

Anytime he uses them in a sentence (and he can't just spam the word, he has to use it contextually to a person), I have to do an action associated with each of the letters. He defines the action and it changes each time we go out, so before I agree to play I got to know what the actions were. This way if he assigns a word like “Hello” he may use that word often and so the action will be easier than if he made it “Helium” which is harder for him to use in a sentence.

Weekend = Reach over and absentmindedly/accidentally touch his cock

Hello = Lift the back of my skirt “accidentally” at least 3 inches but no more than six inches so my buttcheeks are visible.

Ordinary =Pinching and twisting my own nipples very hard for a full single twist.

Rudimentary=bark like a puppy.

Excellent =skipping around for a few seconds (making sure to hop a little and bounce)

This list changes night after night, most of them involve some form of obedience, patience, endurance or humility training, like flashing my nudity for the amusement of others, hold my mouth open wide for 10 seconds, blow a kiss to someone, try and give someone besides my owner a hug, touch my asshole and smell it after or in some manner humble myself and demonstrate my willingness to endure hardship and serve my trainer.

3.Anytime I fail/forget to do the action associated with him saying the word, then I get a “Letter” and master takes a small red marker and writes on my buttcheeks that letter. Once he spells “Whore” on my ass I “lose”. If I manage to go the entire time we are out in public without getting all the letters written on my as I “Win”.

You may be asking yourself “Well if you are his slave, why even bother with this silly game? Why not just let it be that it is
Master says “Do this (whatever it is)!” and slave says “Yes sir!” and does it.

Well,we do have mandatory expectations that are set in stone and that I have to follow no matter what. However, Master also believes heavily in using the “Carrot and Stick” approach. You know the old saying

The Whip makes the donkey move.
The Carrot makes the donkey RUN!

Master does not want to feel like a puppet master just working his bimbo by strings and ordering me around like a robot. He also does not want me to just check out of concern for what happens to me, he wants me to choose to participate and work harder in my training in exchange for a privilege.

However, a pampered whore is no good to him. So it is not just privileges. Actually, Master has a system wherein I pay “Rent on my Ass”.

You see since Master owns my body, his reasoning is that I have to pay rent on my “Asshole” to him. Since I have no money (I have to give it all to him), I cannot very well pay in cash. So I have to earn what he calls “Scooby Snacks”. 200 of them by the end of the week.

So yes, if I have over 200 scoobies I could buy some privileges from a list that Master keeps of treats. It is not often I have enough though.

If I do not earn that rent, then I have to work them off (paying off my debt at 50 per day) by serving a “Hell Day” which is to say, about as pleasant as the name implies. It means I am not entitled to the basic privileges and entitlements he allows me under normal training circumstances.

Once the hell-days are over and I've paid any back rent, the clock starts running and on the seventh day I have to make rent again.

So before I tell you what went down tonight at the Wendy's Hamburger joint, I guess I should start six months ago before I started Training, so you can understand what led up to this.