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Chapter 2 {FdomFdomM ds bd mc feet oral ws rim inf scat sad}
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I can now confidently say that my lower body is as hairless as Mistress Green
wants it. An afternoons waxing with Mistress Benny made that a certainty. I
endured the pain as best as I could, indeed any begging and pleading for
Mistress Benny to do it quickly only encouraged her to tear the hairs from my
legs, crotch and asshole as slowly as she possibly could. When she agonisingly
pulled the hairs from around my asshole I almost decided that the solitary
Federal cell waiting for me would be the better choice, however I endured by
screaming at the top of my lungs. Fortunately it will be some weeks until
another waxing is necessary.
The next time I attended Mistress Green it started well, she complimented me on
the smoothness of my skin as I knelt waiting her commands. I was wearing my
uniform, a collar of course, tight enough to make it uncomfortable. A black
leather halter round my torso, sheer black silk stockings on suspenders from the
halter, and very high black stilettos. Finally a special leather attachment
held my cock and balls out in front of me, where they are very vulnerable to
punishment, while dividing around my asshole so it is available.
Her first command was in keeping with my new role as her sex slave. She wanted
me to rub her feet and massage them. I crawled forward as instructed and
removed both of her shoes. She has very neat feet, small but beautifully
formed. I have never had a foot fetish, but it was not a problem to enjoy
giving the massage. Her toenails were short, and painted red. I started by
rubbing the bottoms of her feet with my thumbs, using my fingers on the top to
help my thumbs push and knead the muscles of her arches. I rubbed all along the
arch from next to her ankle to the ball of her foot. After the arches had been
relaxed I moved along to the balls of the feet themselves, not pushing so hard,
but stretching the flesh and moving it over the bones in that part of the foot.
Then I went back to the heel of her foot, holding the heel in the palm of my
hand and then tightening my grip around it to squeeze and release the pad here,
easing it away from the bone. Finally I went back to the toes, separating each
toe and rubbing along the bones and on the webbing.
As I was doing this I glanced up at Mistress Green. She was smiling.
"Yes Dick, while you are there I think it would be a very good idea to
give my toes a good suck as well."
I had actually been thinking about the same thing and was happy to oblige. The
toes were so sweet that I had no hesitation whereas other women who had asked me
had such callused feet it was impossible to consider. I now gave each toe a
very personal sucking. Taking the toe in my mouth and running my tongue around
it to moisten it all over. Then applying some suck I started to gently push and
pull the toe in and out.
In the end I had sucked each toe thoroughly, and not knowing what to do started
on the massage again. I had now been on my knees for a fair time and it was
becoming uncomfortable. I tried to sit down, resting back on my heels but I
immediately found the costume made this uncomfortable too, the angle between the
harness and the leather that held my cock and balls meant it would nearly
castrate me. I was forced to remain kneeling, but started to shift about to
ease the discomfort in my knees. After several minutes as I continued the foot
massage, Mistress Green looked up from the book she was reading.
"Fetch the ruler from my desk Dick" she ordered me. I jumped up, glad
to get off my knees and scurried over to the desk. Then she told me.
"No you stupid Dick. When you are in my presence you will always
crawl." So I had to crawl back to my Mistress feet.
When I passed her the ruler instead of continuing the foot massage she told me.
"Stand up, bend over and touch your toes." I knew what was coming, but
what was worse was that the leather pulled my cock and balls back between my
legs. As I expected she quickly beat my bare ass with the ruler. The presence
of my balls so close to the falling ruler meant that I was nervous and jumpy
expecting severe pain, which somehow made the blows that did land on my
testicles much worse. After several strokes she told me
"That was for your ridiculous squirming around. Now return to your
position" She sat down again. I knew that there was one more requirement.
"Mistress Green" I told her "Thank you for teaching me to sit still when
serving you, I deserved that punishment Mistress Green"
I knelt down again. I could see she was distracted, and didn't seem to be
paying much attention to her book. Finally she told me
"The massage was adequate. Let's see what else you can do. Come and
kneel here" she told me. I went and kneeled at her feet.
She sat forward and started to slowly unbutton the front of her jacket. Pushing
it back I could see all her upper torso. Her skin was evenly tanned. She had a
silver, diamond stud through her belly button. She was wearing a front
fastening white bra. She was buxom; probably a 'C' and they stretched the
fabric of the bra so I could see the erect nipples beneath. Her hands went to
the clasp and she licked her lips. I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry.
With a pop the clasp was released and the two white globes of her tits were
released. The nipples were dark, round, wide and very erect. Taking one breast
in her own hands she started to guide the teat towards my mouth. I went to
reach for the tit myself when she sharply commands me.
"No hands. Keep them behind your back at all times." I did so, not
really caring, I was turned on by the prospect of sucking her nipples.
Mistress Green brushed the nipple against my lips. I opened my mouth to take it
in, but she just kept moving it past them. I realised I should hold still and
let her do this, but thought it was a good idea to gently breath on it when the
opportunity presented itself. This proved a good idea, and after a couple of
times Mistress Green was prepared to let me suckle the nipple itself.
I enjoyed the feeling of the pert nipple in my mouth. I started to suck holding
it between my lips, but after a while I opened my mouth wider to suck it inside.
Here I could let my tongue run around the aureola. I was ultra-cautious about
using my teeth to nibble, as I wanted to, fearing any punishment if I hurt her.
She seemed content to enjoy the tongue movements and the suction, and I enjoyed
first one breast and then the other.
As she sat back in the chair I could see she was pleased. She appraised me for
a moment and then with a complicated manoeuvre lifted her bottom off the chair.
Reaching up under her skirt she took hold of her panties and pulled them down
until they were around the middle of her thighs. They were white to match the
bra.
"Remove my panties", she told me, and carefully reaching up I slid them
the rest of the way down her thighs. Now free of her underwear she sat forward
until she was on the edge of her seat. Slowly she opened her legs wide.
Immediately in front of me was her pussy. Wet, glistening with her moisture.
The hair had been trimmed neatly to a bikini line. The lips and clitoris were
already swollen with desire.
"Do your very best she tells me, closes her eyes and relaxes back into
the seat.
I shuffle forward, and lick my lips, not being able to decide where to start. I
move forward until my mouth is almost touching her cunt. I close my eyes, and
breathe out. Above me she sighs. My tongue reaches out, and for the first time
I taste my Mistress. She is salty and only slightly fishy! I commence with
long strokes from the bottom of her pussy lips all the way to her clitoris. I
use the full width of my tongue to cover both sides at the same time. I repeat
this licking movement several times then I switch to concentrate on just her
clitoris.
Using the tip of my tongue I push up and under the hood and flick out. I
alternate this with pushing on the top of her clitoris hood. Several times I
flick push, flick push. I feel my Mistress start to squirm and go back to
licking all the length of her pussy. Her arousal has made her even wetter and
there is no resistance. Again I spend a little time on her clit, before
starting on the pussy lips individually. I find that if I twist my head a
little I can suck the swollen pussy lip into my mouth. Again I decide against
using my teeth and content her by squeezing the lip between my lips. After both
pussy lips have been attended to I go back to her clit. She is very aroused now
and very wet when I lick the length of her cunt. Instead of letting my tongue
glide over the outsides of her pussy, I extend it as rigidly as I can and probe
the depths as far as possible into her vagina. With my tongue extended like
this I push up and down the length of her cunt.
Mistress Green is certainly close now, and I can feel her thighs start to
squeeze against the side of my head. I take this as a sign to increase the
speed of my licking, sometimes over the outside of her lips sometimes driving my
tongue as deep as I can into her. Her thighs now clamp my head so tight I
cannot tilt my head to lick the perimeter of her pussy, I just try to ensure my
tongue is buried as far as possible inside. Her hips start buckling on the
chair and I can hear her panting. She gasps aloud and rests back, though she
still has my head in a vice like grip. I think it impolite to stop totally, but
I stop licking leaving my tongue to slowly circle inside her sex.
She releases me, and I kneel at her feet. She keeps her legs spread open and
absently plays with herself. My heart is beating fast too, and my cock is fully
engorged. I can't wait to fuck her properly and squirt my seed deep inside the
pussy I had so recently been eating out. She smiles at me seeing my cock so
hard.
"I can see that you enjoyed that as much as me! You aren't going to
come are you?" She jokes. I smile in return.
"Mistress Green, no, oh no, I won't come now until you let me. Mistress
Green." Thinking how great it is going to be to fuck this woman, deeply spearing
her cunt on my cock.
But she frowns,
"But you haven't come at all since you have been here?" she asks me.
"You haven't secretly been pleasing yourself behind closed doors have you?" She
looks at me and I swallow guiltily.
"Mistress Green, no Mistress Green" I reply as I experience a sinking
feeling, hoping she'll believe my lie, thinking there was nothing she could
prove anyhow.
Unbidden, or perhaps summoned by a mechanism I am unaware of, Mistress Benny
appears.
"Collect Dick's sheets and the lamp" Mistress Green instructs Mistress
Benny. I am filled with remorse and a little apprehension that I lied, but
decide to tough it out. All too soon Mistress Benny arrives with a sheet and an
ultraviolet lamp. Holding the lamp up the semen stains is obvious,
demonstrating that I had jerked off the previous night. Several times to be
honest. Mistress Green just looks at me.
"Room 1" is all she says.
Like a lot of other rooms in Mistress great mansion room 1 has white walls,
ceiling and in this case a white tiled floor. This room is dedicated to the
punishment of errors by whipping, paddling and caning. The walls are lined with
pegs and shelves holding a multitude of the necessary instruments; from a
typical riding crop all the way to a massive lead studded cat o'nine tails.
There is a frame for securing the offender spread-eagled, that has pivots to
allow any attitude or position to be adopted. There is a high horse for
securing the offender bent over.
As soon as I saw the purpose of the room I was filled with dread and it was only
with extreme reluctance that I followed Mistress Green and Mistress Benny
through the door. I kneeled as I had been taught wondering if I had made the
right decision. Mistress Green informed me gravely
"This is not going to be a trivial spanking but a true punishment Dick.
There is a special ritual you will use for accepting the correction you receive.
I will indicate the appropriate instrument and you will fetch it for me, and
present it to me from a kneeling position.
"When you present whatever I am going to use to punish you, you will say
and believe the following: 'Mistress, I present to you the instrument of my
correction in the humble hope that the pain you inflict will enlighten my
behaviour. I beg you Mistress to accept this and apply it to my body so that I
can learn to serve you to the utmost of my ability. Mistress I fully understand
that it is only through the application of the agony and torment of this
punishment that I can see the errors I have committed and the path to obedience.
Please I beg you teach me through pain Mistress'.
"I will then indicate the punishment you will receive, the number of
strokes and where they will be laid on your body. You will assume the position
I indicate and then you will ask for each stroke in turn. After the stroke you
will thank me, and then ask for the next one.
"OK, that was a lot of instruction, do you understand Dick?"
I swallowed and agreed that I had, although I had already forgotten half of
Mistress Green's ritual. She must have realised that I had a problem
remembering everything and smiled as she told me
"Don't worry. Mistress Benny will help educate you on the finer
points!" After the agonising waxing Mistress Benny had given me the previous
day, this was not at all reassuring. Mistress Green continued
"The frames you see here are for when particularly harsh punishment is
required where a slave might not be able to force his body into obeying blindly,
but unless I actually strap you into the frame I expect you accept the
punishment meekly. Oh, but I do enjoy you begging me to stop if are struggling
to keep still!"
I am relieved that I am not going to be forcibly restrained, indeed thinking
about it I know that if it ever comes to that I will prefer to be returned to
the Federal incarceration establishment and go slowly mad in isolation.
Mistress Green looked around choosing the right whip.
"Yes, I think shelf 8 Dick. Bring it to me as you have been taught." I
notice that each shelf is labelled with a number, and that shelf 8 was a medium
length thin black cane. I take it down and found it as flexible as a piece of
wood though a detached part of my mind noticed it is very light and speculated
it is a carbon composite. As I crawled towards Mistress Green my attention
focused back on the moment. It seemed both an extremely long-time and also
incredibly rapid when I found myself holding the cane up to her. Naturally I
totally messed-up the ritual she demanded, remembering half of it,
"Mistress Green, I present to you this cane. Please I beg you to accept
this and punish me so that I can learn to serve you. I understand that the pain
of this punishment is to teach me Mistress Green." I began to blush furiously,
embarrassed and humiliated to be asking to be punished like this.
She thought this was slightly amusing and told me that Mistress Benny was going
to enjoy teaching me the proper address in the afternoon. She then told me,
"For coming without permission you are going to be caned 10 times on the
back and 5 times on the ass. Stand with your hands on your head and begin."
My heart was beating much faster than usual and I felt very tense and
apprehensive as I begged for the first stroke.
"Mistress Green. Please give me the first stroke on my back Mistress
Green?"
She waited a little while, and as I stood there clenching my teeth my mind
frantically explored the possibility that she was not going to do this. Then
the wait was over as she brought the cane swiftly against my back. It did not
make as mush noise as I expected really only the swish through the air.
Immediately my senses were distracted as a line of fire exploded across my
shoulders. I gasped, and squeezing my eyes managed to squeak out the reply she
expected.
"Mistress Green, thank you Mistress Green." I paused a little and
wondered how long I should wait, or even if I could wait before asking for the
next stroke. Perhaps it would be more bearable if I inserted a delay between
each stroke? Suddenly I heard the swish of the cane again and realised I had
waited too long.
"No Dick" Mistress Green told me, you immediately ask for the next
stroke while thanking me for the last."
I immediately asked
"Mistress Green, thank you, please can I have the third stroke Mistress
Green?" Again the swish and line of fire,
"Stupid Dick, you did not ask for that stroke so it does not count, and
neither does this one for being out of order. Start at two." While my back
burned from the caning, my face from the indignity and my mind roiled from the
injustice I asked for the strokes again.
"Mistress Green, thank you, please can I have the second stroke Mistress
Green?"
After the supposed ten strokes that were really more I knew I was going to have
to ask for the strokes on my ass. My back was agony, and my buttocks were
already clenching as I imagined the pain as she caned my bare ass.
"Mistress Green. Thank you for the strokes on my back, please will you
cane my ass for the first stroke Mistress Green?" I briefly considered the
tactic of making such a verbal and effusive request that it automatically
interjected a short time between strokes. Just as briefly I discarded the idea
as my mind focused on my about to be abused ass. I heard the swish and felt the
cane land. The sudden pain caused me to yelp aloud. It hurt as much as across
my back but it was so much worse as the pain afterwards lingered even more
profoundly.
"Mistress Green, thank you, please can I have the second stroke Mistress
Green?" I continued.
I was finding it difficult to keep still, and after the third stroke, I quickly
begged for her to stop.
"Mistress Green, please no more Mistress." She paused and I didn't feel
the stroke so I hurriedly continued. "Mistress Green I understand my lesson,
please don't beat me any more. Please Mistress Green." But the pause was only
momentary as she continued to carry out my punishment.
I managed to endure the remainder of the caning and gratefully returned the cane
to its shelf. I noticed that Mistress Benny's eyes were bright and her lips
were moist, and she had her hand up her skirt. I was troubled that she seemed
so turned on by this. The final humiliating requirement was to humbly thank
Mistress Green for teaching me, and promising to learn so that I would never
come without permission again. Mistress Green dismissed us with the injunction
that Mistress Benny was to educate me in the afternoon, and handed her a riding
crop to help. I was not looking forward to her lesson.
***
I have just endured another painful, humiliating, and simply revolting day.
Each moment I consider ending this terrible servitude and returning to the cell
awaiting me. Maybe there is some hope that my friends and family will clear me
of the charges levelled against me and get me freed. I spin fantasies that even
at the moment my case is being heard by the Supreme Court and I could be free
tomorrow.
Let me write about the events that have happened since I last wrote in this
journal.
The afternoon following my first whipping was as painful as I expected it to be
at the hands of Mistress Benny. I was to learn the proper ritual for accepting
punishment so I expected that she would explain the ritual again. But no, she
told me that I would have to remember every detail myself, because only then
would I learn it truly and deeply. She made me bend over and stood near me with
a riding crop. I would start the ritual as I remembered it and then I would
stumble or mistake a word. Mistress Benny would then correct me by providing
the required word, and also a blow to my ass cheeks.
Naturally it took a lot of strokes to obtain the complete wording of the ritual.
One sentence I had to prise from her a word and a stroke of the riding crop at a
time. Other times I managed to correctly guess several words in succession. As
my ass began to hurt more and more I eventually puzzled out the words of the
ritual, and Mistress Benny was correct, there is no way I can ever forget them
now.
In the morning my back and ass had recovered from the beating they received,
which is a mercy since that morning was to be as painful as the last.
It started slightly differently. I had to wake at some ungodly hour of the
morning and attend Mistress Green as she woke in her bedroom, room 23. At 6am I
was to be kneeling silently by the bed ready for her orders as she awoke. It
was not so difficult to get up early as my duties so far had been extremely
light, and having nothing else to do than write up this journal I was always
asleep early in the evening. I showered and dressed in my uniform. I was not
allowed to break my fast without Mistress Benny so I was hungrier then ever as I
silently as possible slipped through the door to kneel next to the bed.
I was pleasantly pleased to see both Mistress Green and Mistress Benny sharing
the same bed. Their long hair, blond and black mingled on the pillows as they
slept. As I continued to wait, my mind wondered and considered the sexual
possibilities, and being relaxed, though uncomfortable on my knees, my cock
hardened and I began playing with it. After a while of this I noticed that
Mistress Benny was watching me. Perhaps she was hoping I'd do something really
silly like jerk off in front of her, as it was I let go of my hard penis.
She looked at me impassively as she slipped from the bed and padded to the
adjoining bathroom. She was wearing a pretty peach silk camisole top and
matching French knickers, which showed of her shapely behind really well. There
was little I could do as my cock stood to attention again. With Mistress Benny
gone from the bed I saw Mistress Green begin to stir. Finally she opened her
eyes, and after a while saw me kneeling as instructed. She wriggled around a
little and then lay back on the pillow.
"Dick, you are to crawl to the end of the bed. You will lift the covers
and slide up to my crotch where you will eat my pussy until I come. You will
keep your hands behind you at all times." With these words I hastened to obey,
and it was a relief to change from a kneeling position.
I accomplished this enjoyable task and felt that I did it well. Now I was
hoping that I would be allowed to ball the bitch and shoot my load into her, but
she didn't want that, and after I had slipped out of the bed and reassumed the
kneeling position she gave me a slightly irate look. She told me I was still
much too green and untrained and that I should go to room 3 after breakfast and
await her there.
After a breakfast that took the edge off my hunger, though left it knawing at my
insides, I waited in room 3. Like many other rooms it was white and appeared to
be a shower or wash room, though it had an astonishingly high ceiling. It must
have been two floors high! There was a very large showering cubicle, and there
were many drains in the floor. There were a lot of cupboards, but since they
were all shut I could not make out their contents. There were a couple of
stools but no punishment frames or the like. It was impossible to decide what
the room was for; it didn't look like a room for Mistress Green's bath or shower
because it was very impersonal and cold for that. Nor was it like room 12 where
I had been shaved and waxed. I knelt and waited.
When Mistress Green arrived the first thing she commanded was for Mistress Benny
to remove Mistress Green's knickers. I immediately thought that this was going
to lead to a lesbian sex scene and eagerly watched. Mistress Benny knelt
reverently before Mistress Green, and reached up to slowly pull the garment to
the floor so it could be stepped out of. The knickers were then handed back to
Mistress Green. I was even more aroused when Mistress Green perched on a stool,
hiking up her skirt a little so that she could spread her legs wide. I could
see every detail of her beautiful pussy. Mistress Benny was also paying a lot
of attention! I really hoped Mistress Benny would do the same thing.
Strangely however, Mistress Green directed me to bring a glass jug from one of
the cupboards. Puzzled, I did. I crawled over the floor to offer the jug to
her, but she refused it.
"Don't be stupid Dick" she told me. "You are going to hold the jug so I
can piss in it." I was slightly disgusted by the idea, but if that's what she
wanted it did not seem too onerous. I held the clear glass jug still as
Mistress Green released a long stream of yellow piss into the jug. In one
continuous stream she peed a pint. Towards the end as the stream lessened I had
to hold the jug closer and found the slightly rancid smell of her pee to be
nauseating. The jug was warm in my hands, which didn't help. She dabbed the
last drops from her pussy lips using the panties.
I was looking for somewhere to crawl away and empty the jug when Mistress
Green's instructions stopped me.
"I am being immensely generous to you Dick. You are going to have one
chance of practising to be my toilet slave before you have to do it for real. A
toilet slave would normally be trained from the beginning to drink my pee
straight from my pussy, but that is time consuming because they have to be
punished when they puke it up and it takes them a while to learn to keep it
down. I am judging that you are going to be able to do this almost immediately.
Do everything you can to prove I'm right, do not puke this up, and be ready
tomorrow to accept my pee when you service me in the morning. Unbelievably
merciful because Mistress Benny is going to dilute it for you too. Then you can
drink the lot."
Mistress Benny fetches a bottle of mineral water from one cupboard. The idea of
diluting urine with the expensive brand of water seemed particularly perverse.
The jug was topped up to hold two pints of warm yellow diluted urine.
As I kneeled there holding the jug I wondered what I should do. I was sickened
and revolted by the idea, but knew that if I refused she would undoubtedly beat
me again. So I had a choice, drink the piss, get whipped or go back to prison.
Obviously I had never drunk piss before so in the end I decided to try it, to
see how bad it was. I thought it best to just go for it and try and finish the
whole lot. Closing my eyes I brought it to my lips and quickly started to drink
it all. The flavour was salty and a little rank, it was warm and it smelled a
bit, but worst of all it made me nauseous thinking of its origin. I tried
really hard to forget the feeling and think about something else.
Mistress Green commented to Mistress Benny that I was readily submissive and I
had been a good choice as they watched me drink every drop. I knelt there
trying to contain the vomiting. Any second my stomach threatened to spew the
lot out. I could feel it jumping and the gorge rose in my throat. My mouth
started to salivate, a sure sign I was just about to throw. Luckily at that
moment Mistress Green distracted me by telling me to suck the pee on her
panties. This was the perfect distraction, as the knickers tasted more of soap
powder then urine.
After this humiliating event I would normally retreat to the kitchen and do
whatever work was necessary there, but Mistress Green led me back to her study
where she was working, and Mistress Benny went about her own chores. While
Mistress Green read papers and made notes I attended her as she needed, bringing
her drinks and snacks and massaging her feet when she wanted. The problem was
that the two pints of liquid were beginning to distend my bladder, so I started
to shift about wondering when I could get away to pee.
Mistress Green glared at me and I kept as still as I could, but I really needed
to pee. I couldn't stand it any more and humbly requested
"Mistress Green. Please can I go and pee Mistress Green?"
"No" she replied.
I tried really hard to ignore the pressure of my bladder but had to ask again.
"Mistress Green. I really must go, please let me pee Mistress Green?"
This time she smiled and my heart leapt; she was going to let me go.
"No" she again says. "And stop fidgeting about."
At least she didn't forbid me from asking again and after a few minutes when the
pain had become so intense it felt as if my bladder was becoming numb, I asked
again.
"Mistress Green. Please please let me go pee! It is hurting so much.
I really need to go Mistress Green."
At last I hear what I had hoped.
"Yes you can go pee", and then she left me hurting more as she
continued, "but you are going to have to beg extraordinarily prodigiously before
you can go. Only after I am happy will I let you go." I am grateful that I'll
finally be allowed to go, and try to hang on as I beg and plead with her.
"Mistress Green you are a wonderful and kind Mistress to let me see to
my own needs. You are so generous that you release me from your side for me
fulfil my wants. You understand that I cannot discipline my body properly and
must interrupt my servitude to you Mistress Green." I continue several minutes,
as the pressure becomes unbearable agony. I clutch my hand to my crotch,
crushing the penis in my fist trying to keep from pissing there and then.
Mistress Benny appears, I guess from having Mistress Green summon her somehow.
"Take Dick to piss" is all Mistress Green says. Having to crawl out of
her presence is almost the end, as I fear the urine is already leaking from my
willy. Outside the room at least I can walk unsteadily on the high heels and
take hold of my penis again to choke the flow as I follow Mistress Benny.
Instead of taking me back to my room Mistress Benny leads me to room 8 nearby.
I am very grateful she has not forced me to trudge all over the house, but am
dismayed when I see that room 8 is not exactly a toilet. In the centre of the
floor there is a small child's potty. Adjacent are two rings suspended above
head height whose purpose I cannot determine. Mistress Benny directs me.
"You must squat above the potty, your hands on your head, and piss into
it"
I am so unbelievably desperate that I follow these orders without question.
Immediately I squat my pee starts to flow, and very quickly I have no control at
all. I endeavour to keep as much as possible in the potty but the relief is so
great I cannot even squeeze the muscles to hold it in. Piss goes all over the
place, mostly forming a wide puddle on the floor that Mistress Benny
disdainfully avoids stepping in. The spray and particularly wild gyrations of
my cock also end up soaking my stockings around the thighs.
After the initial flow has eased and I can begin to control myself again I am
struck by the deep shame with what I have had to do. Betrayed by the pain in my
bladder forcing me to humiliate myself, not only in having to beg for this basic
human function, but also the absurd conditions that have me spraying piss all
over the floor.
"If! You had listened to my instructions Dick" Mistress Benny interrupts
my embarrassed thoughts, "you would have learned that a single drop missing the
potty results in punishment. The absolute mess that you have made defies
anything as straightforward. I am now going to whip you. You notice the rings
above you? You will grasp them. Furthermore I revoke your toilet rights, if
you need to pee, you will hold on to the rings and I will whip you as you pee."
The only thing I can think of is to protest.
"Mistress Benny please don't punish me! I really needed to go pee, and
Mistress Green gave me permission. I am sorry about the mess I will clean it up
Mistress Benny."
She is unswayed by my pleading.
"Yes, you will clean it up, and you will find that Mistress Green allows
me to handle the house training of a slave as I feel fit. I think if you even
mention it to Mistress Green, she will be so disgusted she will whip the skin
off your whole body. Now hold the rings."
I am so scared of Mistress Benny that I consider defying her, but she is
undoubtedly right, Mistress Green would not like the mess I made, and would
almost certainly believe Mistress Benny over me in any case. Meekly I submit to
what I know is going to be a terrible punishment.
Mistress Benny is very careful where she places her strokes, they always land on
my buttocks but she can control the cane so that they land on one cheek, or the
other, or both at once. The pain becomes as great as the beating the previous
day and I start to plead with her to stop. She seems to know exactly how much
I'll take because as I think of rebelling and stopping the punishment myself,
she finally relents. With an ass that is still aflame I get on my knees and
clean the floor until Mistress Benny is satisfied.
When I am returned to Mistress Green there is another indignity I am forced to
suffer. She notices that my stockings are wet with my urine, and tells me she
is disappointed at my lack of control. Aware of the special phase, I beg to be
spanked, even as my ass is just cooling from its beating. Mistress Green does
not want me anywhere near her lap, so she first makes me take off the stockings
and stuff then into my mouth. The deep revulsion I feel at having to taste my
own pee helps me endure the spanking on my already abused bum. I am given clean
stockings, which I am surprised to find I enjoy wearing, I have become
accustomed to the feeling of them on my legs, and feel naked without them!
The afternoon is as miserable as the morning, and I realise, if I had not
before, that Mistress Green and Mistress Benny are deliberately forcing me into
degrading situations. At lunchtime, as well as the tiny repast I usually
receive, I am also given another two pints of liquid. Fortunately only water
this time, but this again forces me into a long pleading session trying to
persuade Mistress Green let me go to the toilet. Realising that I am going to
need to go, I start begging long before I am absolutely bursting, which is a
sensible precaution because Mistress Green keeps me grovelling on my knees for a
greater time.
This time in room 8 there is no pretence that I am supposed to urinate into the
potty. Mistress Benny instructs me to hold the hoops. I am to start pissing as
the first blow lands on my buttocks. A minimum of 10 strokes later, or more if
I need to piss more, the whipping will stop. I try to piss as quickly as
possible to minimise the punishment but it is very difficult to piss as you
clench your buttocks to try to endure the pain of the blow. I am intensely
humiliated to be pissing like this, it seems so uncivilised to just let it
stream out over the floor, and then inevitably as there is less in my bladder it
begins to run down my legs, warm trickles inside the stockings. After cleaning
the floor, again, I am unsurprised that Mistress Green requires me to push the
dirty stockings into my mouth as a gag while she spanks me.
***
I am resolved in a course of action! Today has again been humiliating,
degrading and painful, even more than previously. I am going to return to the
Federal detention centre that Mistress Green took me from. I know that I am
going back to a life of isolation, but there is one small hope. I am going to
make an effort to discover where in this house there is a link to the outside
world. A phone I can use undetected, and before returning I am going to tell my
family what has happened and to work for my release. Particularly I am going to
mention that the lawyer appointed to me is a disgusting sadistic bitch, and that
I want to bring charges against her! With this small hope I am going to endure
as much as I can in the belief that as soon as someone has been contacted I will
be away from this monster.
This journal is useful evidence and will help me remember the degrading tasks
and painful punishments meted out during my barely voluntary stay. Make no
mistake, though I started thinking this was possibly a much better situation
than being held for life in solitary confinement, it has turned into a living
hell.
My day started much as the last one. An early and hungry awakening then waiting
while Mistress Green slept. My butt cheeks had been so sore when I went to bed
the night before that I had slept on my front, but overnight they had recovered
and luckily there was no residual pain. Today there was no Mistress Benny
beside her so it was later that she stirred. My knees were again very
uncomfortable from the long vigil. Finally she stirred and saw me.
"Well, you know the routine Dick, get moving. Oh, but forget the tongue
job, today I just need to piss."
My heart froze. I had almost forgotten what I had been trained for the previous
day and had been expecting to just orally satisfy her. Just do it! I told
myself as I had yesterday. I crawled around to the foot of the bed and slipped
under the covers. As I got closer to her spread legs and the crack of her pussy
I realised the magnitude of what I was about to do. I had been utterly
degraded, placed in a position that I was about to consume the waste product of
another person to avoid certain punishment. Then the time for philosophical
consideration was over and I placed my mouth over the pussy lips of her cunt. I
used my tongue to push underneath her urethra so that hopefully the urine would
stream into my mouth rather than the bed that would surely get me punished.
Suddenly the difficulty of her requirements hit me. Could I actually drink it
fast enough? It was only moments before my questions were answered.
Warm salty liquid flowed over my tongue. Not a huge flood, as I feared but a
reasonable continuous stream. My mouth filled with her piss, today undiluted,
and I nearly lost it and puked there as I experienced the full force of the
rancid taste. I realised that I was going to have to swallow just by pressing
my tongue against the roof of my mouth to let the pee continue to enter. Just
the act of swallowing and not choking filled my entire mind, and it was not
until after I had had swallowed several mouthfuls that the enormity of what I
had done struck me again. Again I nearly puked, but I struggled and managed to
hold it down.
I had to drink three whole mouthfuls until the flow began to diminish. Finally
I could not feel any more coming.
"A little lick now Dick" I was instructed. So I used my tongue to
remove any drops of piss from Mistress Greens cunt. "Now go and run me a warm
bubble bath." I was told.
I slipped out of the bed and went through to the adjoining bathroom. This was
much more in keeping with the grandness of the big house. The tub in the middle
of the floor was the size of an Olympic pool. Again the decorator had favoured
white, but in this case it was white marble and limestone. The trim on the taps
and handles was gold, a deep gold colour I surmised meant that they really were
gold the metal and not just the colour.
The necessary oils and lotions were neatly arranged and so I drew a warm bubbly
bath. While I was doing this, Mistress Green came in. I immediately dropped to
my knees, as I ought. She was dressed in a pretty pale blue camisole top and
French knickers that matched the set that I had seen Mistress Benny wearing the
previous day. Without a thought she removed her clothing, absent-mindedly
handing the wispy silk to me to hold. I carefully laid her nightclothes on one
of the many upholstered stools not knowing where they should go.
Standing there naked, Mistress Green was a fantastic site. I completely forgot
about how much of a bitch she was as I enjoyed the curves of her body. Her hips
were unfashionably wide, but they made her butt into a perfect heart shape. The
rest of her body was as classically beautiful. I started day dreaming about
screwing that perfect body, wondering when my duties as a sex slave would start,
so far I had been more of a whipping boy and target for degradation.
Seeming to make up her mind, Mistress Green stopped the running water and went
and perched on the edge of a toilet.
"I think there is a drop left" she tells me as she sits there opening
her thighs wide. Suddenly I realise what she means and blushing at the
humiliation I crawl forward to again drink her urine. She squeezes a little
out, and though I am revolted at the taste it does not automatically make me
want to retch. She keeps me in that position, and instructs me to continue to
lick her pussy. I notice that she is squeezing or pushing because I feel her
cunt press against my tongue rhythmically. With horror and disgust I realise
that she is having a dump and that as I sit here tonguing her pussy she is
squeezing the shit from her asshole. Sure enough I hear the splash and plop as
each turd falls into the toilet bowl. Naturally there is also rather an odour,
when combined with the thought of her urine in my stomach causes feelings of
nausea again.
I hold my feelings on a tight rein thinking that it would be hypocritical and
undoubtedly pointless to complain to Mistress Green about her uncouth behaviour,
especially as I am the one pressed to her pussy drinking her piss. She squeezes
several more turds into the toilet bowl. There is a last dribble of pee for me
to drink before she sits back and I back away a little.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going!" she angrily remonstrates. I
am surprised and hold still. "Take some paper and clean my asshole as well as
you can." I nervously do as she asks, using more paper than is really necessary
but reluctant to press too hard in case she decides that I am being too rough,
and punishing me for that. The act disgusts me, though less than having to
drink her pee, in fact I am more embarrassed to have to help a grown woman like
this.
"Now a bath," she tells me, probably just thinking aloud. "Lie on the
floor face up." I am puzzled by the request but obey. I think it is rather
unnecessary to act all shy about her nudity while taking a bath since I have
seen her completely naked, and even eaten her cunt. I lie down and stare at the
ceiling, and drift off into another daydream about fucking her. Her rapidly
descending ass suddenly obscures my view! I move to get up, but before my head
is even an inch off the floor her weight hits me and knocks me against the floor
again.
Her pussy is pressed over my nose and her thighs hold the top of my head.
"Give me a bath now Dick!" she commands. "You did clean me properly
didn't you? So get that tongue out and give my little rose bud a nice tongue
bath!" I am trapped beneath her butt and am again trapped in indecision. When
should I rebel and demand to be returned to incarceration? I had not yet found
any phone in the house so I was desperate to remain a little longer.
Tentatively I stick my tongue out, until I touch the right area. Immediately
she shifts back and her asshole is covering my mouth. With my nose in her pussy
and my mouth covered I cannot breath at all. Panicking I start to lick her ass
vigorously, and as she shifts to get more comfortable I find that it is just
possible to breath through my nose. As I stop being so worried about my air
supply my current predicament intrudes. I feel deeply degraded to be doing
this, and then I suddenly realise that there is a bitter taste in my mouth.
Horrifically she had not been as clean as I had hoped and I could taste her
excrement. Nothing could stop it this time and I felt the vomit rise up my
throat. I thought I was going to drown and almost started to struggle against
the weight of her on my face.
With an amazing amount of control I managed to avoid choking by swallowing the
sick again. The very acrid taste of the vomit removed any trace of her shit
from my mouth, and enabled me to continue to rim her tight little hole. She sat
on my face like that for several minutes and I had to continue debasing myself.
She started moving around a lot more, first of all presenting her pussy to lick
and then moving back implying I had to lick her asshole again.
When she had had enough she calmly slipped into the warm bath water and started
washing herself with soap, around her crotch and ass. As I struggled back to a
kneeling position I was nearly in tears, angry and resentful over her treatment.
If she was going to wash, then why not wash before I gave her asshole a tongue
bath? Tears of injustice pricked at my eyes.
After the bath I helped Mistress Green dress. She selected her own outfit in
the next room; a room devoted entirely to wardrobes of clothes. I wouldn't have
known where to start. I had to fasten the various straps and buckles, slipping
clothes carefully over her skin. Making sure her stocking seams was straight.
She wore her knickers over her stockings to make them easier to remove she
informed me. I had to beg to be spanked one time when I let her bra strap snap
against her skin and my bottom was warmed for the morning.
While Mistress Green and Mistress Benny were eating their breakfast I was
informed that Mistress Green would be out of the house, and Mistress Benny would
have her own chores and so could not supervise me closely, after breakfast
Mistress Benny would provide me with a list of jobs. I delighted in this news
because it gave me a chance to search for a phone. After watching the two
Mistresses' break their fast on many tasty and delicious things; my little
breakfast of juice and buttered toast seemed very meagre. Another day I was
going hungry, it seemed like I had always been hungry.
Mistress Benny was waiting in room 3 so I hurried along. When I entered the
first thing I was informed was that I was going to have to wear a nappy!
Mistress Benny looked at me and told me
"After the mess you made yesterday, your toilet privileges have been
removed. I will not have the time to whip your ass as you piss, so I have
chosen a suitable alternative. The nappy will prevent you making a mess and
when I remove it, you can be punished if it is dirty!"
It seems pointless to argue and I meekly submit. I had decided the previous
night that I was only going to satisfy my thirst last thing at night, and then
only drink what I was given during the day. That way after emptying my bladder
in the morning, the only time I would need to use the toilet would be if I had
to drink a large quantity of Mistress Green's urine. The piss and juice I had
drunk did not seem to be causing me any trouble so far so I could ignore the
nappy as another embarrassing thing.
I had to lie on a low level counter as Mistress Benny removed the uncomfortable
leather strap that held my dick and balls available, she also removed the
stockings which had the strange effect of making me feel naked. Then she
powdered my hairless crotch and smeared some cream right in my ass crack. The
nappy was a normal towelling nappy, and the last step was a pair of rubber pants
over the outside to hold leaks. The whole procedure takes longer than I expect,
it seems pretty silly, and the end result has me ashamed to be seen looking like
a parody of a baby.
Ten minutes later I was cleaning the floor of one of the numerous bathrooms when
Mistress Benny comes into the room.
"Nappy check" she informs me. I laconically inform her that I have not
used it yet. I hope I sound humble enough and not cheeky, but that does not
matter because Mistress Benny immediately launches into a fearsome tirade.
"You aggravating Dick! You ungrateful slime! You pathetic male ass
licker! It took me an age to costume you in the necessary gear so that you can
satisfy your little depravity for messing yourself, and all you can do is sneer
at me and inform me you don't need it!" This calls for some harsh punishment."
I realise that perhaps I had sounded a little trite and hasten to apologise.
Mistress Benny leaves the room and I scurry along behind apologising as
profusely as I can.
She takes me to room 8 where I was whipped as I pissed the previous day, and
again I have to hold the rings that depend from the ceiling. Mistress Benny
removes the nappy and proceeds to whip my ass with the cane she used previously.
She whips until I am approaching the point I cannot handle the pain anymore. My
ass is painful. After the whipping we return to room 3 and a repeat of the
process of putting on another nappy. The rough cloth irritates my burning ass
as I return to my chores.
I try to put the embarrassing interlude from my mind and continue my work. The
simple menial tasks allow me to forget the embarrassing and degrading situation
and daydream of freedom, and sometimes fantasise about fucking Mistress Green.
A little time has passed and again Mistress Benny pops into the room and demands
a nappy check. She cannot be serious! Obviously I had not used it in the short
time I had been wearing it, but again I am treated to the accusation that I am
wasting her time.
It takes all my courage to hold the rings and let Mistress Benny hurt my already
painful ass. It feels like I will never be able to sit again. As Mistress
Benny places another nappy over my agonising bum I have an epiphany: I am meant
to use the nappy, Mistress Benny wants to punish me for a dirty nappy, not
having a clean one! The whole nappy rigmarole now takes on a new light as I
realise this is another sadistic procedure to humiliate me and degrade me.
I again return to my chores trying to decide the best course of action. My ass
is feeling so abused that I come to the conclusion I must use the nappy and take
the risk the punishment for a dirty nappy is not worse than a clean one, and it
couldn't be, could it? As I kneel there contemplating this dilemma I realise
the depths to which I had been forced. I was a grown man thinking of
deliberately wetting himself. Putting my decision into practise was actually
harder than I expected; the bonds of self control assumed as we grow up are not
easily severed. Finally I miserably sat there and felt my piss fill the cloth
of the nappy.
I continued to perform my chores, and Mistress Benny appeared as before. This
time when asked I admitted that the nappy was full. With a gleam in her eye,
Mistress Benny told me that I should crawl over to her feet and explain myself
and beg to be cleaned. As I did so I felt so low.
"Mistress Benny forgive me" I started. "This poor creature of a
pathetic slave cannot control his own bodily functions. I have pissed in my
nappy Mistress Benny. Please clean me Mistress Benny"
We returned to room 8, the full nappy uncomfortable against my naked crotch, as
it squelched and squashed around.
Mistress Benny obviously viewed the sodden nappy with distaste and I was the one
that removed it. A bucket was provided for the soaking cloth. With a lot of
trepidation I again clasped the rings. I did not know if I could stand much
more pain inflicted on my ass, but Mistress Benny was merciful and the ordeal
was over quickly. I had made the right decision; a full nappy was better than
an empty one.
When Mistress Benny had a clean nappy in position I returned to work. I knew
that I was going to have to fill the nappy again, but my bladder was very empty.
I ended up crouching on the floor straining to get any little drop out of my
cock. As I continually failed to do so I began to get extremely nervous that
Mistress Benny would appear. Moving around into a proper squat I thought that I
felt the beginning of a possible trickle of pee. While doing this, I had a
horrible feeling, and then just as the thought formed, I felt a bowel movement.
The head of a turd was pushing from my ass; I could actually feel it against my
ass cheeks. A consolation was that a small amount of urine did enter the nappy.
I did not know what to do about my half emerged shit and tried for a while to
work with it where it was, but that was too uncomfortable, so that in the end I
found it easier to squat and let the whole shit fill my nappy. I was highly
conscious of the fact I had fouled myself, disgusted that I had to do it, but
reassured that at least it was a dirty nappy and Mistress Benny would be happy.
Though it was easier to work I was reminded of the shit coating my ass and
insinuating itself in my crotch as I moved around.
Mistress Benny did not check on me again until a little before lunchtime. I had
found that my bladder was full again and made the mistake of thinking it would
be better in the nappy. The combination of faeces and urine in the nappy as I
moved around had resulted in something that felt like thick diarrhoea. Mistress
Benny looked really revolted as I crept towards her and explained my depravity,
how I had been unable to control my own bowels.
In room 8, the nappy went into the same bucket, and Mistress Benny stood as far
away as possible as she whipped my shit covered ass. This explained the fact
she only used two strokes. She actually put the now shitty cane in the bucket
too! Back in room 12 the purpose of the unusually large shower became obvious
as I was literally hosed down with a painful jet of cold water. Mistress Benny
perked up at this and used the jet to abuse my asshole as I bent over holding my
ass cheeks apart.
After a small repast at lunch, I drank a lot of water, and I was equipped with a
clean nappy. I easily filled the nappy but Mistress Benny did not check the end
of the afternoon when my chores were deemed complete, by which time I had had to
use it repeatedly to empty my overfull bladder. This nappy again joined the
others in the bucket and Mistress Benny used a clean cane to give me the final
beating of the day.
There was another indignity I was subjected to that revolted me, before I could
finally clean up and perch, avoiding sitting on my painful bottom, and writing
this journal entry.
When Mistress Green returned home I had to explain that during her absence I
could not control my bodily functions and had dirtied several nappies. Mistress
Benny was directed to instruct me on the steps I should take to prevent myself
making the same mistake. I could have pointed out that the mistake was a
conscious decision to avoid a heap of pain but wisely held my tongue!
In room 12 I was given the foetid bucket containing the nappies and a shallow
trough. Each nappy had to be scraped of shit and wrung as dry as possible into
the trough, by hand. Sickened by the smell and the depravity of the task it
took me a long time to clean them so that Mistress Benny was satisfied. She
then showed me a special stool that enabled me to sit and wash the nappies in
the sink. The stool was special in that the trough of my faeces and urine were
placed on top and I sat in my waste as I cleaned the nappies. It was
exceptionally disgusting and again it took a long time to get the nappies clean
enough to please Mistress Benny. I was then hosed down again and the ordeal was
over.
***
Coming soon...
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