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 Miss Courtney Part I
                                     
   I knelt on the floor watching my Goddess apply her makeup as she sat
   in front of her vanity table, totally ignoring me as she enjoyed her
   own glorious reflection in the mirror. With her patrician features and
   porcelain skin, she carries a regal air about her that leaves me
   breathless and at her mercy. Her perfectly manicured, slender fingers
   each adorned with its own sparkling ring, run through her strawberry
   blonde hair as she primps and pouts for the mirror. Wearing a simple,
   shiny black patent leather g-string and matching bra, she was radiant.
   Her magnificent legs were sheathed in sheer black stockings that clung
   to her skin, enhancing the definition of her taut calves and lower
   thighs. On her precious feet were black patent leather pumps that
   showcased a dangerous heel.
   I desperately wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked, but I knew
   better than to speak to her without permission!
   My Goddess pursed her full lips and began to apply a heavy coating of
   dark red lipstick. When she finished, she used a tissue to blot the
   excess color from her lips. Still looking in the mirror, she held the
   soiled tissue out to her side and in a haughty, breathy voice she
   sighed, "Garbage."
   That was my cue, I shuffled forward on my knees and held my mouth open
   beneath her extended hand. She dropped the tissue into my mouth and I
   began to chew and swallow it. Turning quickly to look at me, Miss
   Courtney delivered several stinging slaps to my face. "I almost had to
   wait, you fat pig!" She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
   "Never, never, never, never make me wait for anything you fucking
   retard! Do I make myself clear?" she shouted.
   "Yes. Your Majesty" I answered.
   "You ugly fat shit, you disgust me!" she snapped, slapping my face
   again even harder. "You're a repulsive creature, do you know that? I
   mean, you are so obese and hideous looking, that I want to throw up
   right in your face!!"
   My goddess began spitting on my face and laughing as she covered me in
   her royal, holy saliva. "Thats what fat pigs get, my delicious spit,
   what a special treat for a lowly scumbag like you" She stood up from
   her vanity table chair and began to kick me in the belly. "Take off
   your clothes pig, let me see how gross you really are!"
   As I hurried to remove my clothes, I was continuously kicked and
   slapped. "Ugly pigs get beatings everyday, so that they never forget
   their place in life." she said, kicking me in the side of the head
   with the toe of her patent leather pump.
   Totally naked, I knelt at her feet, my head bowed in shame. Miss
   Courtney began walking around me in circles, holding a riding crop and
   tapping the end of it into her open palm. "Well, well you are quite a
   sorry sight, aren't you fatboy? With your flabby body and your boobs
   are so big, just about need a bra! But, thats the way I want you,
   extra fat. That way, I can always use you as an example of something
   disgusting or grotesque. In fact, I demand that you add more fat to
   your diet, it makes it so much easier for me to abuse you." she
   sniffed.
   "For a minute there I thought you had a pussy, just look at how tiny
   your prick and balls are, you fucking side-show freak!" She laughed
   and swatted me between the legs with her riding crop.
   Squatting in front of me, she dug her nails into my cheeks and slowly
   pulled my face to within inches of her own. "And you are a freak, MY
   freak" she said in a serious tone.
   Standing up again, she strode over to the vanity table and began
   swishing her lustrous hair as she posed for the one thing she truly
   loved, her mirror. "You have no idea what its like to be beautiful,
   pig-boy. Everyone is jealous of me, they all want to be me, talk like
   me, dress like me, it all gets quite exasperating after a while." she
   sighed. "Don't you think I'm beautiful?" she asked, still gazing at
   herself in the mirror.
   "Yes Miss Courtney, I think you are the..."
   SMACK SMACK SMACK
   My words were cut off by several sharp cracks to my face from the
   riding crop.
   "Who told you to think, moron? You are not here to think or have an
   opinion, you are here to worship and amuse me! ME!, do you get it?"
   she asked, as she grabbed my head and shook it violently. "I am the
   only thing in your miserable little life that matters. You worship and
   adore me because I'm perfect, while I abuse and humiliate you because
   you are ugly. You are nothing more than a simple experiment to me.
   That is, to take a human being and transform him into a sub-human
   creature,
   a brainless zombie who will perform every disgusting task that I
   command of it."
   I swallowed hard, looking fearfully at my enraged Goddess.
   Satisfied with the results of her tirade, Miss Courtney smiled. "Now
   go fetch my whip, fatty, its time for your beating, and once we get
   that out of the way, you will be providing me with every bit of
   pampering service and entertainment that I expect and deserve." She
   lightly stroked my face, "Does my piggy understand?" she asked in a
   sickly sweet and sarcastic voice.
   "Yes Miss Courtney" I replied, and crawled off to fetch her whip,
   remembering not to use my hands to carry it. I crawled back to her
   feet with the cat-o-nine tails in my mouth.
   -more to come if you folks out there want it
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