Zippers

Part 33

‘Come here little baby girl’, Davina said, sitting on a long bench and opening her arms to me.

I hurried to her and knelt at her feet, still weeping from the control she had exerted through my collar.

‘No, up here, come to me’

I knelt up and brought my red streamy face into her. She took my head and cradled me into her bosom.

‘Shhhh, baby girl’, she whispered, stroking the side of my head.

The tenderness that she was showing melted me and only seemed to make me open up more. I started to sob into her.

‘Shhhhhh’, she soothed.

‘Mistress, I….I don’t…’

‘Shhhhhhh’, she insisted. I just pressed myself into her and timidly held her by the waist.

‘Mistress is going to take good care of you, you’ll see’

I snuffled into her, nodding.

After a few minutes, she wiped my eyes, took my clothes from me, pointed to a new kneeling spot for me on the floor and then laid my clothes in one of many open lockers against the right-hand wall while I positioned myself. She took a couple of thick looking towels from another locker and set them down onto one of the wooden benches.

‘Wait there’

There were about ten sets of showers, all open to one another along the back wall. I rubbed my eyes to clear them so that I could see the room properly.

Near to the door were several sets of shelves, racked next to each other, neatly filled with pairs of clear plastic slippers, their tall high-heels all lined up and facing into the room, giving the appearance of a colourless plastic shoe shop. In the centre of the room were a few benches. The floor was covered with coarse ceramic tiles that the smooth plastic soles of my shoes gripped well against. The tiles stepped down to form a water trap around the showers and I could see a stout round wooden blanking-plug set into the tiling under the spout of each shower.

My eyes followed her as she took a chunky wooden stool and set it down in the shower. She reached down and lifted the hefty wooden plug revealing a hole about eight inches wide.

‘Time for me to take a good look at you and then to get you processed, but we need to get you cleaned up first. I want you to be clean……everywhere. Start by emptying yourself. Over there’

She pointed to the wooden stool set over the hole. The seat had a large hole in the middle. I looked at her, questioning at first, then pleading a little as I realised what she was asking me to do.

She had been so kind to me when she had soothed me. She seemed different from Vivienne or Trisha, she seemed to actually care a little and perhaps wasn’t, at least not completely, a rampant sadistic bitch. I really wanted to keep her happy with me as, compared to them, she was a saint. That, however, didn’t make what she was asking me to do any less difficult. Red faced, with the tears still drying on my cheeks and a carefully concealed inward sulk, I strutted over the tiled floor and sat myself down on the makeshift wooden toilet.

Davina walked over towards me. As I heard her approaching, my gaze dropped. I caught sight of the unwelcome rings hanging from my generous breasts, my long pink designer fingernails, still bearing Trisha’s ‘Slut’ script and the little rings punched through them. My fingers rested on my opened knees and the rounded pointy toes of my white shoes faced inwards to each other slightly as I subconsciously tried to make myself that little bit smaller.

‘Your relationship with me as your training Mistress will be….intimate. The most intimate relationship that you have ever had’, she told me softly as she came to stand above me.

‘I will know everything about you. I will see everything that you do and you can have no secrets or privacy from me. You may hide nothing from me. And with all this, I will train you, and thoroughly at that’

She stroked my head briefly and then stopped, standing up tall in front of me.

‘Now. We have work to do. Empty yourself girl’

I had never had to go to the toilet with anyone watching before. I sat there, aware that my bowels were full and of the coffee increasing the urgency of my need. My Mistress was waiting but I didn’t feel that I could bear down to squeeze anything out while someone was watching. She put her finger under my nose, squashing it painfully and pushing my face up to look at her.

‘Really Anita, we have a lot to do today. I don’t think you want to start our first session with me punishing you do you?’

‘No Mistress! But I can’t do it with you watching, it doesn’t want to come!’

‘Is that your final answer?’ her calm, eloquent voice was slow and deliberate.

‘No….No Mistress, I will try harder’

I clenched my face and pushed as hard as I could; then it started to come. As she stood over me my piss started to flow into the hole below me, then I took a shit. She stood there, motionless, as I heard my dropping splash loudly a few feet below in the drainage hole. My face coursed with embarrassment, it was so undignified.

‘Make sure you get it all out, really I don’t know what you’re making a fuss about’

She made a scoffing noise to herself before walking to the shelves as my next turd fell. I was relieved that she was distracted and fetching a pair of plastic sandals from the top shelf. I finished off and then sat there expectantly, feeling like when I was a small child, being toilet-trained by her mother.

‘Here, size five. Put these on’

Still sitting on the toilet, feeling ashamed, exposed and humiliated, I unbuckled my white ankle-strap pumps and pulled them off. I quickly put my feet into the well-used but comfortable-looking plastic sandals and fastened the chunky plastic buckles. The sandals had thick clear high heels and were much more stable than the tiny points of my stilettos.

She pulled me up and then over to the shower and then thrust me towards it.

‘Clean yourself thoroughly and wash your hair, I want all Vivienne’s cum off your face and all of your slut-stench off you’

She set down some products on the shower shelf and yanked up the wooden stool. I turned the shower on and stood next to it, my hand under the stream to wait while the water warmed.

‘Get in there now girl’, she clapped her hands sharply, ’this is not a spa day out’

I jumped into the cold water and shuddered as my hair soaked up as much water as it could take and then spilt the freezing liquid down onto my body. My body contracted with shivers. Still in the plastic sandals, gritting my teeth, I covered myself in soap lather and shampooed my hair. The water finally warmed and I closed my eyes. I used the lovely sensation, the smell of perfumed soap and the feeling of the suds from the shampoo trickling down me to pretend that I was back in my old life, getting ready to go to work. I imagined that I would be putting on one of the suits that I had bought with Vivienne and making myself look really smart and beautiful. Then I would be going in to work, feeling alive and attractive, to talk through the itinerary with my boss before doing his typing. I looked up with my eyes closed to let the water clear the soap away and then looked back at the real world, I was cleaning myself for my new Mistress.

Davina was positioning a different wooden structure under the shower two spaces along.

‘Conditioner too. And clean yourself after your shit’

I did as she told me. She beckoned me over and I dripped my way to her the water on my body cooling off as I moved. Her signal was clear. I bent over the wooden horse, pointing my backside upwards, reaching down the far side as far as I could and grabbing hold of the legs.

‘Mistress is going to clean you down below now baby girl, we’ll start with a nice refreshing douche of your pussy’

With my sodden head hanging down, my blush made my already engorged face feel like it was a swollen beetroot. I shuddered whilst she took one of the hoses hanging from the pipes and slid a fitting on to it. I jumped when I felt her press a rounded plastic dildo against my vagina.

‘Open wide baby girl’

My face burned as I spread my legs, opening my pussy for her. I wasn’t sure that I liked being called ‘baby girl’ either, it made me think of toilet training and cleaning an infant.  I clenched my teeth as she pushed it against me and then firmly slid the thing inside me. I wasn’t warmed up, lubricated or ready to be penetrated.

‘Ooooh’, I shrieked at the sudden intrusion. Then I let out a short scream as she turned the liquid on. I gasped quietly to myself, trying get some control after my involuntary outburst, hoping that I wouldn’t anger her. I felt filled with an unpleasant pressure and I could soon feel cool liquid flowing down, clinging to the insides of my legs, streaming through the straps of the plastic sandals.

‘In and out and turn it round’

I squealed automatically as she moved the thing about inside me, washing me out.

‘We need to get all that dried cum out of there don’t we’

‘Yes Mistress’, I agreed feeling the shame, maybe there was some dried cum left from when I rode my man in the back of his van.

‘There, that’s much, much better’

She pulled the large douche out and dropped the used end-piece onto the floor. I could see it now. It looked like a yellowy-pink cucumber that had thin parallel ridges running along its length and little holes, like the ones on shower-heads, inside the trenches in between. The ridges had grated against my tunnel making me squeal as they had pulled and turned inside me. I was tense, gripping hold of the legs of the horse as I tried to push the rest of the spent fluid out of me.

‘Oh’, I gasped startled. She was now at my rear opening with a different attachment.

‘Open wide’ she slapped both my cheeks quickly and painfully.

‘There. Good girl.’

I felt pressure build at my bottom until she was pressing hard, then I felt my sphincter yield and the burning surprise as another plastic tube slid inside me, this time through my anus.

‘OOOOOOH’, I sang, shrill and quivering as she turned on the fluid. Like the night before, when Vivienne had pumped me full of warm piss, my belly immediately protested, gurgling and bloating uncomfortably as the liquid surged inside.

‘That’s right, we need to allow the cleansing water to get to all those dirty nooks and crannies in there. There’s nothing that one of your clients wants to see less than some of your shit on the end of his cock’

I resented that I had to undergo such extreme discomfort to keep one of my service holes clean for someone else. I couldn’t help but squeeze as she unplugged the water hose and I could feel the pressure releasing. My squeeze propelled the water up into the air and then sent it gushing down between my legs, swirling down to the drain. I could see little brown lumps and ragged structures racing along with the expelled torrent of liquid. She wasted no time in plugging the enema hose straight back in and I had to grip hold of the legs of the wooden horse as she refilled me and the pain took me again.

‘This time, let it out slowly, I don’t want to see that filthy mess spraying out again, show some restraint. You hear me?’

‘Yes Mistress’, I groaned.

‘Ok, do it properly or Mistress will punish you’

After she had thoroughly washed me, inside as well as out, she slid another dildo up each of my holes. As she slowly withdrew them, one after the other, I could feel that she must have squeezed something from them. My pussy felt slick and lubricated, while my ass felt like it had been oiled or rubbed with Vaseline.

She dabbed delicately around my private areas with soft tissues. I could feel the coolness as the last of the moisture was evaporating from me as she blew on my underside.

‘There, lovely and clean and dry and soft as a baby. Ripe for a good fucking in either of those holes now I would say’

She gave me a little smack on the bottom. My dripping hair swung as I jerked.

‘You will have to get used to this little cleaning routine. None of your clients will want to make use of you if you are still harbouring any of the fluids or muck from their predecessors. So you will wash yourself out after every client soils you. You have a very pretty little pink asshole there, you know, I have a feeling that it will become rather popular’