SHOPPING TRIP AND THE NEXT SIX MONTHS
Checking myself in the mirror I all ready to go on my shopping trip. He had
been notified and all I had to do now was get up enough nerve to go down to my
car. I contemplated using the elevator but opted out for the stairs. I was
wearing a bright red sweat shirt that came a couple of inches below my cheeks,
black ankle strap 3" heels, matching lipstick that Master Carl ordered and a
small purse. I hadn't worn a braid since I was fairly young but liked the way
it looked on me and I felt sexy and slutty at the same time.
The store was located in Hollywood which is 40 miles from my house so it took an
hour to reach there. The hem of the sweat shirt was pulled up due to my sitting
in the car so anyone in an SUV or truck that cared to look got a wonderful one
of my bald pussy. If they'd gotten a feel they would have found it wet and to
my utter humiliation was actually leaking some of the fluid onto the car seat.
The store was a large one specializing in bondage and sex equipment and the
parking lot was 3/4 full of cars even on this late Saturday afternoon. I
carefully got out of the car trying not to make to big of a show with this
outfit on and dialed Master Carl's number.
"Yes".
"It's me Sir I'm in the parking lot".
"You seem to have quite a problem with what you are Miss" he scolded me.
"Yes Sir this slave referred to your property incorrectly again" trying to keep
my voice down so passerby's wouldn't hear how I was talking to him.
"You will give yourself two hard swats with your hand on your bare ass Miss".
"Here in the parking lot.....someone..." he cut me off.
"Yes right there in the parking lot unless you'd rather I have a salesperson do
it in the store, hold the phone so I can hear it".
Looking around I waited until the car near me pulled away then followed his
instructions. I bent forward holding the phone near my butt and delivered the
required swats.
"Good.....now go into the store with me on the phone and find a sales person.
Then give them the phone".
"Yes Sir" I felt my face getting hot and hoped it didn't match my sweatshirt or
the palm prints I'd left on my ass.
Inside the store I found it brightly lit and well organized with at least two
dozen people looking about. The security guard gave me a nice smile and I
looked over to him to see a security monitor by his desk with a full view of the
parking lot. Now I was sure my face was as bright as my shirt and hurried past
him with a weak smile to find a sales person.
Looking around the store I found most of the people were dressed much as you'd
see in any store, except for me maybe. There were middle age couples looking at
dildo's, young couples browsing through the rack of whips and a few women that
definitely looked to be, for want of a better term, dykes. I saw one of them
looking me over like I was part of what was for sale.
"Well what is taking so long" he asked startling me as I had forgotten all about
the phone I was holding to my ear.
"Sorry it's busy and someone was looking at me" I answered.
"I believe that's 10 points Miss, you seem to have forgotten how to address me
all of a sudden".
"Well........mmmmm........people are here Sir" I said in a soft whisper.
"Speak up slave or shall we just forget this whole thing"
"No Sir I answered.......please........." I answered louder but softer then
normal. I glanced at the dyke and she had a broad smile on her face and I knew
she had head me. She turned and went back to her shopping having decided I was
taken merchandise.
Finding a saleswomen was not a problem one of them approached me smiling. She
was dressed pretty normal, jeans and tank top but was wearing a slim black
collar around her neck.
"Can I help you find something" she asked cheerfully.
"Yes...........well..........".
"Give her the phone slave" he ordered.
Handing over the phone I let my eyes go to the floor. I could feel the cool air
conditioned air moving over my bare pussy and closed my legs tightly together.
The soft material on the inside of the sweatshirt was teasing my nipples
delightfully but given the thickness of the material no one could see just how
hard they were.
I looked up to find her walking away and quickly followed, it appeared Master
Carl knew what he wanted me to purchase.
"Yes Sir.....yes we have several........." she had stopped at the display of
butt plugs and was picking them up and reading the dimensions to him while I
stood there looking like an idiot. Looking around the store it didn't appear
anyone really noticed me except for the dyke that had come closer and was eyeing
me again.
"How's this one look to you" her voice breaking into my thoughts.
She was holding up two plugs, one was small and about 3" long but the other
looked huge. It was black rubber 5" long with the normal tapered front but
bulged out to at least 3" in diameter then came down to a small end with a
flange at the end. I just stared at them wishing she would at least not hold
them up so everyone in the store could see them.
"Well............the small one is ..........well nice...........I'm not sure
about the larger one......" I stammered.
She handed me the phone "the larger one is only medium and will fit just fine
won't it slave".
The moment of truth, no matter how softly I answered him she was going to hear
me, along with the dyke that was standing close by watching me with an amused
smile on her face. "Yes Sir it will fit ............fit..........".
"Fit what Miss" he asked in a foreboding voice. The moment of truth was here,
if I didn't answer properly he would either hang up, which meant I was left
standing there with two butt plugs, a dead phone and a sales clerk that already
had guessed what was going on, or I could just answer him properly and get it
over with.
"It will fit your slave's ass nicely Sir" I finally answered in a normal tone of
voice.
The sales girl was trying to suppress her smile and was looking down but I don't
think she was as humiliated as I was. The dyke on the other hand just nodded
her head approvingly and stayed near by to watch the show.
"Very good Miss you have taken a big stride along the path, give her back the
phone" he said with what sounded like real pride in his voice.
I felt good too, I held my head up and handed her back the phone. "Master Carl
wants to talk to you now". Saying that out loud gave me a good feeling deep
down inside myself and I felt I'd passed a mile stone in my short journey along
the path as Master Carl called my training.
"Yes Master Carl..........she....well..........the women here called you that
Sir" laughing at what he said to her, "yes Sir she's quite attractive in what
she's wearing.....yes Sir both of them. Follow me ok" she said and turned and
walked toward another display rack.
I looked over at the dyke, smiled politely and followed behind her pulling the
end of the shirt down as much as possible. I didn't have to glance behind me to
know I was being followed by my new friend.
This rack was dildo's in all shapes and sizes. Some were huge and I couldn't
believe you could use one except on an elephant or something. Again the helpful
sales girl went through several of them explaining the size, texture and shape
to him on the phone. I was getting worried as she seemed to be telling him
about some sizeable instruments but finally she selected a reasonably sized one.
Holding it up for me to inspect "how does this one look Miss".
I took it and the phone, it was 8" with a suction cup bottom, authentic in all
respects as the box said. It was no bigger then I'd used before and was
actually wondering why I hadn't bought one before this. "Yes Sir.......it's
fine sir...............no it will fit fine Sir" I happily answered his
questions.
"Will it fit both cunt and shit hole slave".
"Yes Sir..."
"Yes WHAT slave"
I resigned myself to the fact he was testing me fully today and gave him the
answer he wanted. "Yes Sir the dildo will fit your properties cunt and shit
hole Sir". The sales girl had moved about a foot away so as not to make it
obvious she could hear. I was starting to like her, she knew what was going on
but had the courtesy to at least try to make it easier on me.
On the other hand my dyke companion had been joined by what I assumed was a
close friend and they didn't seem to know the meaning of the word privacy. I
looked over to them with a not so sweet look on my face weighing my chances
against the two of them in a fight. The heels were a problem but I might just
get away with it, maybe.
Having picked out another needed toy we went to a show case where a set of
nipple clamps with chains were selected. There was a huge case of collars and
when we stopped there my heart started hammering in my chest.
Handing me the phone the sales girl walked a discrete distance from me. "Yes
Sir".
"The display case your standing in front....what do you think Miss".
"Well Sir..........it's...........there are collars in it Sir".
"Yes I know that Miss normally a Master collars a slave himself but give the
circumstances I can't. Would you like to wear my collar slave".
I hadn't thought about it much, of course I knew the significance of the collar
from reading and talking with people on the net. It was to symbolize his
ownership of me but I already felt owned.
"Sir......sir this slave is already your property Sir........if it is your
pleasure to have me .......your slave that is..........have one then this slave
will be pleased to Sir".
"Very good little one..........very good you thought of your Master's pleasure
first.....not your own but you still get 10 points for improper use of
words......put the girl on the phone again".
They talked for some time going through the different collars then took one out
for me to try on. I glanced around the store quickly then tired it on, she
buckled it up and asked if it fit ok. I looked at myself in the mirror
forgetting about anyone seeing me try it on. It was black leather about 2" wide
with nicely rolled and padded sides. The inside was lined with a soft material
with chrome D rings on the front and back of the collar. I liked the way it
felt on my neck.
"Yes Master Carl she looks wonderful in it"
I followed her to another display case not even bothering to remove the collar.
This time I not only felt uncomfortable but I think even the sales girl did.
The case held enema equipment. She described several ends to him and I looked
at them carefully. She finally selected two, one was black plastic with an
inflatable ball and the second was metal and shaped much like the butt plug but
longer. She also selected a 3 quart bag and took everything to a register.
She walked away leaving me standing there with the two dykes eyeing me like they
wanted to purchase me. She came back shortly and as I started reaching for my
credit card she said "don't bother Miss we put it on Master Carl's credit card".
"Really......well.......ummm.......good thank you". Somehow I was startled by
this and wanted to ask to see the receipt so I would know his full name but
first I didn't think she'd show me, second I didn't want her to know that I had
no idea who I was actually calling Master, and third he didn't know my name so
it wouldn't be fair to him unless I was going to tell him who I was.
As she handed me my new toys she smiled nicely to me saying "hey you did really
well, sometimes they just run out or start crying you made this a lot easier on
me".
"You mean this happens a LOT" I exclaimed.
"Not the phone part.......though that was really neat.......but people come in
here and it's obvious that one of them are being trained. Sometimes it's
interesting to watch but you did well above average. By the way do you want to
put the collar in the bag or just wear it out" she asked with a sly grin.
I hadn't even realized that I was still wearing the collar,
"ummm........well........." fingering the soft leather encircling my neck, "if
it's OK I'll wear it" I answered softly looking down at the counter top.
Smiling she responded "I didn't want mine off the first time either, take care
and be safe in your play Miss" she said handing me back my phone.
I thanked her and started for the door feeling I'd accomplished something
important.
I settled into the car with the bag next to me when the phone rang again. "Yes
Master Carl".
"You've done well so far slave, feel your cunt and tell you Master how wet my
property is".
Lowering my hand I felt my lips and they were indeed wet along with the inside
of my thighs. My fingers touching the smooth skin of my aroused lips sent
tremors of pleasure through my entire pussy. "Yes Master your slave's cunt is
wet as are her thighs".
"Good now take out the dildo and suck it".
"In the car...............like this.......please......" I stammered alarmed at
his request.
"Your hesitation has earned you 20 punishment points" he responded harshly.
"Now put the phone on hands free and do as your Master says".
I fumbled with the ear piece since my hands were trembling but finally got it
plugged into the phone jack and attached to my ear. "Yes Master Carl it's on
hands free".
"Now suck the dildo bitch..........I want to hear my property slurping at the
nice cock your Master has bought you. Don't bend over sit up straight and suck
the cock" he ordered me.
I looked furtively around the half filled parking lot as the dying rays of the
sun allowed for some darkness to cover my actions. I felt tears welling up in
my eyes with a hot flush warming my face as I looked at the dildo. I licked the
head tentatively still eyeing the surrounding area when his harsh tone brought
me back to my Master.
"I said suck it bitch so your Master can enjoy his property.....feed it into
that whore's mouth of yours until it hits the back of your throat" he commanded.
As tears started down my cheeks I slid the plastic cock into my mouth tasting
that distinct rubbery taste I'd known so many times before with Miss Bess. I
started working it into my mouth, first just the head, then down the shaft
trying to adjust my neck so I could take it all the way down.
"Harder...........deeper slave.....slurp on it like the cock sucking whore you
are".
His words clawed at my sole, I'd told him in great detail of my past experience
and he was making good use of the knowledge. The only way to get the phallus
all the way down was to either lean my head back so my actions were even more
displayed or position the dildo on the passenger seat.
Faster slut..........hold the dildo up so you can fuck your throat properly".
He seemed to read my mind, his words had become harsher then ever before to me
but his voice still held the quite hypnotic cadence of our other conversations.
I pushed the dildo down my throat sliding down in my seat so there was room for
it above my face. The hem of my sweat shirt pushed up over my bare ass as the
tears ran down my face into my ears.
"Louder bitch........let me listen to how well you pleasure your new toy".
No longer worried someone might see I was lost to my Master's voice. I sucked
the shaft deeply into my mouth fucking my face until the head was down my
throat. Gagging slightly I adjusted the angle and relaxed my muscles so I could
take the entire length inside my mouth.
"That's right bitch.......suck it all down..........lick it.......think of your
Master's hard cock and the pleasure that cock hole under your nose can bring him
and those he wishes".
I was lost in my world of sucking but dimly heard his words "those he wishes".
He had never referred to sharing me with anyone else, in fantasies I had thought
of it but at his first reference to this a cold shiver ran down my spine.
"Enough.........put it in the wet hole between you slut legs........spread them
wide and fuck the cock deep inside you bitch".
I didn't hesitate simply pulled my legs up so my cunt was open and slid the hard
fake cock deep inside my pussy moaning loudly as I did,
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh........yes.......".
"Hold the phone so your Master can hear your whore hole as it's fucked by the
new toy".
Complying without even thinking I held the mouth piece so he could indeed hear
the wet sounds of the cock fucking my cunt. No not "my cunt", his cunt, he
owned it for his pleasure and use not me. I stroked the long cock in and out
several times then brought the ear piece back up so I could hear my Master's
voice again.
"Good bitch...........now shove it all the way in for it's time to leave".
I pushed it deep inside my waiting hole, wanting the pleasure to continue but
knew only my Master's command would allow me to cum. Sitting up to start the
car I saw the two dykes standing outside my window smiling down at my exposed
pussy with the dildo sticking out of it. I looked at them horrified at how they
were seeing me. I started the car backing it up and leaving the lot as quickly
as possible.
"Master two dykes were watching me".
"So............let them.........were I there you would be servicing them now.
Drive to a gas station with a store and buy some KY or other lubricant, make
sure it has a bathroom, then call me back bitch" and he broke the connection.
I drove from the area checking my mirror to make sure the two were not following
me. Then found a AM/PM store and parked out front. I pulled the dildo out of
my wet hole and found it gleaming with my cunt juice. My seat was sticky with
it as were my thighs and fingers. Master had told me that anything that had
been inside his property must be cleaned off with my mouth.
The cock was coated with my juice and I leaned down in my car and licked it
clean along with my fingers. My thighs and pussy were coated with the thick
leavings of my cunt with a trial of it that snaked well below the hem line of
what I was wearing. I waited until the store was empty and went in to purchase
the lubricant with a gnawing fear of what he would require next of his slave.
I found the KY, picking two tubes as they were small. Walking about only
reminded me of my moisture as I could feel my cunt lips sliding against each
other with every step. As my thighs rubbed together the slickness was spread
further around them as more fluid leaked out of his cunt.
The clerk looked at me as I put down my purchase that now included a roll of
paper towels and bottled water to drink.
He was looking at me with both a mixture of surprise and pleasure but his eyes
were fixed on my throat. "Anything else lady.............I mean just look
around all you want".
My first thought was of what a weird thing to say when I realized that I not
only had forgotten about the black leather collar around my throat but in my
preoccupation with the feelings between my legs I hadn't give a second thought
of how I'd been bending down to make my selections.
My eyes clamped shut to try to shut out the exhibition I'd just given this young
Asian man. "A box of cigarettes and I need ..............well............do you
have a bathroom please" I asked finally opening my eyes but keeping them on the
contents of my purse.
"Sure lady" he grinned widely as he rang up my order, "anything you want". I
took the key and my purchases then pulled my car around to the side. I didn't
want to have to go back with the key because I knew Master Carl would be wanting
something from his property while in the bathroom. I propped the door ajar with
my purchases gave the key back to the grinning clerk and called Master Carl
after taking everything into the bathroom. With the ear jack in place I clipped
the phone to the collar of my sweat shirt so my hands were free for what ever my
Master wanted.
"Have you purchased what I told you to slave bitch".
"Yes Master Carl............your...........your ............slave has done as
your wanted Sir".
"Where are you now slut".
"In the bathroom Sir with everything that was purchased for you slave". I eyed
my surroundings and found them not dirty but they weren't clean by any means.
The small cubical contained a sink, toilet and sanitary napkin dispenser. It
was designed for one person and I secured the inside lock so you couldn't use
the key to enter. It was cold inside making me shiver even through the
temperature outside was still warm in the early evening.
"Put your collar on slave and remove the rest of what you are wearing and be
quick about it".
Master Carl this slave never took the collar off once it was put on in the
store.....if........if this slave has displeased you Sir............I'm".
Chuckling softly into my ear "no bitch you have not displeased your
Master...........you have pleased him greatly...........so the clerk saw you
then.....tell me what else did he see".
I quickly described what had happened in the store to him in the detail he
always liked.
"Good ...then my slave has pleased her master twice........even if it by
accident so be it now strip so your Master can further enjoy his toy".
I stripped down quickly as there wasn't much to remove anyway and placed my
shoes and top on some pieces of paper towel so they wouldn't get dirty from the
floor. The cold tile floor felt sticky on the soles of my bare feet, my nipples
already hard were now standing out even harder both from the cold interior of
the room and my anticipation of what was to come.
"Position 5 slave..........quickly".
"Master the floor........".
"10 more punishment points your Master is not interested in what a slave has to
say".
Quickly I assumed the position, flat on my back feet flat on the floor, knees
and feet spread wide apart for easy access to my cunt. The cold sticky tile
floor felt vile against my clean skin and at this level the smell of urine was
very apparent to my nose. "This slave is in position Sir".
"Good.......now the KY......take it and lubricate your shit chute..........also
the larger of the butt plugs............get it done quickly............describe
to me what you are doing...." his soft voice urged me.
"Sir the slave has coated the plug sir..........it's laying on her naked
stomach........the slave is now using one finger to coat your shit chute
sir.............now two fingers are inside........inside your slave
sir......yes..........all the way.........yes fully ......moving them
around....yes Sir......" I was starting to forget where I was concentrating and
telling my Master what I was doing and how his property was feeling.
"The plug ..........push the end into that tight hole...........yes just the
end....now work it further in.........about half way to the wide
taper.............further..............out...........roll it around
...........push it in.............to the wide part...........yes........no
further........roll it around........out.....again to the wide part
cunt..........don't stop...do not cum......you are not allowed to.........focus
away from YOUR pleasure bitch............focus your thoughts to the pit of your
stomach........you can...............do it". He kept up his cascade of
instructions as he had me fuck my ass with the plug.
My ass ring loosened up and allowed the wide part to hold the muscle open. The
sensation of burning was replaced with one of fullness as he had me roll around
the plug finally letting me let it slide in so the ring clamped down on the
small end. The sensation of this cone shaped device that was over 4" long
shoved inside my shit chute was starting to overwhelm me.
"Slap that wet cunt of yours...........harder ...........I want to hear it
cunt........slap it.........use both hands bitch". His voice took on a harder
edge as my hands slapped my gaping pussy over and over again.
It stung for the first several blows as they were not that hard. As he talked
to me the slaps became harder, the sound no longer muted but a loud flesh on
flesh clap. My cunt lips now hurt and as some blows fell at the top of my slit
my clit throbbed. My hips bucked up off the floor so I could punish my cunt
more with the hurt now becoming a burning sensation and I could feel the heat
from the continued abuse of the tender meat between my legs.
My breathing was becoming shorter and more shallow as his voice assailed me to
punish the inside of my spread thighs. I was using both hands to slap the
inside of my legs from the knees to my crotch always making sure I hit my now
tender cunt at least once for every 3 or 4 I gave my thighs.
"Position 6 cunt....NOW".
I quickly turned over spreading my knees wide apart as I continued to punish my
sex. My face was on the cold tiles as were my tits but I no longer cared that I
was in a public toilet far from home with a strange clerk that must aware of
what was going on.
He had me again start with the plug, pulling it out so the wide ridge stretched
me, having me rotate it then pull it out only to plunge it back into my now well
opened passage.
"Mas.......Mas...........ter...now.............please.........god.............ah
hhhhhhh...........yes.........fuck....... yes........" my voice had an intensity
as to my feelings so Master Carl could tell how his slave was feeling without
further description from me.
"Stop........stop..........STOP NOW cunt" Master Carl shouted into my ear.
I pulled my hands away from me but kept my ass pointed high up with knees spread
wide. The plug was again seated inside my ass. The fullness of it made more
intense by my heavy breathing which clenched my ass tight around it. My body
was no longer cold as I was sweating with the grim on the floor now coating my
face, chest, arms, knees and shins.
I lay there panting, the actual desire to cum didn't seem to be as intense as I
thought it should be but I was aroused and didn't want to stop. My total mind
was focused on what my Master wanted from me.
"Sit up leave the plug inside and turn over.......slide that fake cock you have
up inside your slave hole and catch your breath bitch".
I slowly rolled over and as my ass contacted the floor it pushed the plug deeper
inside causing a low moan to escape my throat. I took the dildo from where it
lay on the floor, I didn't ever think of where it had been but simply sucked it
several times, then held my lips apart and shoved it deeply inside with a
throaty gasp of pleasure.
"Master.........Sir......." gulping deep breaths into my lungs "Master this
slave .......slave is your's...".
"Do you want to cum bitch" he asked sarcastically.
"Master this slave want's to please her Master....." trying to catch my breath
"Sir.......your pleasure......if you
wish..........it.........is.............for......." I tried to finish but needed
to get my senses back. "Master may this slave have
water..........please.........I have some....with me".
"Yes .......yes bitch drink............rest for a minute and focus on your
Master".
I drained the water spilling some of it so it ran down between my breasts across
my stomach and down over my pussy. The water no longer cold still was cool and
felt good. "Master can this bitch put water on her Master's cunt.......", with
his permission I poured the water over my now throbbing cunt lips, savoring the
feel of it spill over the inner lips now exposed from the dildo stretching me
open.
"You have done well bitch...........VERY well and your Master is pleased with
you. I know you were doing this for MY pleasure since your mind was far to
removed from rational thought to have not told the truth to me. Now you will
simply put on your top, leave your shoes off , the dildo and plug are to remain
inside my property until you reach home. Is that understood".
"Yes Master........your slave understand......dildo and plug inside your slave,
no shoes...just top until home". I was resting my head against the cold wall
with my arm on the toilet not caring where I was in the least. My Master was
happy with me which gave me a warm glow all over that was almost as good as an
orgasm.
"You have done well little one" the phrase bringing a smile to my lips, "you
have worked off some but not all your punishment points". This brought me back
to the full reality of the situation.
"Yes Master your slave acted improperly and knows she must be punished" even
knowing I had earned the points I was unhappy that I had displeased my Master.
"When home you will not shower until tomorrow morning, you will also spend one
hour in the punishment corner in position 4. You have also earned an orgasm at
your choosing, do you understand slave".
"Master........an orgasm........what..." I spluttered.
Laughing at my inability to grasp what he meant "you know what an orgasm is
bitch........what you have earned is the choice to have one when and how you
choose........do you understand".
"Yes Master...............YES............thank you Master............" I gushed
smiling broadly.
"Now take care little one your Master must go now". With that he broke the
connection.
I slowly got up from the floor and realized just how grimy I was and what no
shower REALLY meant. Even though he hadn't taken away my privilege of using my
bed I had no intention of soiling my sheets with what was on my skin. As I
eased my self up the dildo started to slide out of my pussy and I had to use one
hand to keep it in. I knew that it was to heavy and slick to ever stay put no
matter how hard I tried to keep it inside myself.
I didn't really have any way to tie it in place so I decided this was on of the
times I'd use my best judgement given the circumstances. Master Carl said he
wouldn't punish me for this type of decision since it was really a matter of
safety. I didn't want to be fooling around with a dildo and trying to get into
the car after being in the bathroom so long.
I looked in the mirror and my makeup was a mess, the lipstick was smeared the
mascara smudged, my face dirty from the floor. I wiped some of the grit from my
face and cleaned my collar off then put it back on. I liked the feel of it
around my neck and admired it for a few moments. Then pulling on my top and
gathering everything including my keys so I could get in the car quickly I was
ready to leave.
I peaked out the door and saw the parking lot had several cars at the pumps and
people walking around. It was totally dark outside and with no watch on I
didn't know just how long I'd been in the bathroom. I opened the door and
quickly got into my car, I'd worry about my seats getting dirty from my ass in
the morning. I took the dildo and started to put in inside but I was no longer
wet. Looking around to see if I was being watched I used the KY to coat it and
trying to be discrete worked it back upside my pussy.
It wasn't a very comfortable way to drive home the plug was starting to irrate
me so I was feeling a burning sensation and throbbing from it for the next hour
and a half it took to drive home. The dildo was a bit easier to take but anyone
looking inside the car could see the end sticking out of me. I drove home very
carefully as I didn't want to try to explain to a cop just "what" was going on.
I didn't use my free orgasm when I got home I wanted to save that for another
time when I wasn't so tired. My pussy appeared to be a bit swollen from the
spanking I'd given it. I couldn't believe I had actually hit it as hard as I
did but then I was learning many new things about myself from my Master.
Pulling out the butt plug was another lesson in inflicting pain on myself. The
plug had felt so good earlier going in but was now actually stuck inside my ass.
The jelly had actually tuned tacky which held it in place instead of easing it's
withdrawal. The muscle of my ass had been clamped around the base so long that
it had tightened up. I had to rock it around to break the seal of my anal
muscle which just made my already tender passage more irritated then it already
was.
I tried my best to be gentle but finally realized that the muscle really
couldn't be stretched as readily from the inside as it was from the outside.
With a great amount of groaning and some tears I finally got the wide part past
the muscle. Once accomplished the remainder just slid out with a large fart.
I looked at the black latex covered plug with revulsion realizing that as a
slave it was required that anything put inside me had to be cleaned with my
mouth. Usually this would not be such an issue as I would have had at least 3
enema's before putting anything inside but I hadn't done it before the shopping
trip.
I sat there with my entire shit chute and surrounding tissue pulsing with pain
and contemplated not cleaning it. I almost fouled my floor as I felt the urge
to shit overcome me, just narrowly making it to the toilet. I had the most
runny bowel movement I can remember, with all the accompanying gas escaping from
me in one big watery whoosh.
I knew there would be no way to do this particular task slowly for even with the
plug being black I could see pieces of shit clinging to it. Closing my eyes I
started sucking it, then licking it clean. I was surprised that it tasted
mostly like plastic but I could taste the shit on it when I got to the bigger
pieces. Gagging I finished with my task then cleaning the dildo with my mouth
took my toys and washed them properly in the sink.
The punishment done I wrote a long detailed e-mail to Master Carl with how I'd
completed the punishment. I included my cleaning of the toys along with how
hard and painful it was to get the plug out of his slave's shit chute. Master
Carl always wanted a full explanation of what I did and my thoughts on it after
an assignment was completed.
The weeks passed with the sessions becoming more intense and all the purchases
from the store were used many times over. He sent me a digital picture of
himself in a bathing suit one day and I knew the time was here to send him
mine. He was in his late 40's, about 6-3 with black hair just starting to have
streaks of gray. He wasn't movie star handsome but good looking, not in to bad
of shape for a man of his age. His middle was not flat but at least he didn't
have a huge belly. All in all he looked good.
I sent him several of me I'd taken with my digital camera in the various
positions he had me learning along with a note asking him if my positions were
correct. He suggestions was that I get a video camera that hooked up to the
P.C. so we could talk and see each other. I should have guessed this would be
the next step along our journey and purchased the equipment.
I was finding out that he was correct, I was finding as much pleasure in just
pleasing him as I was in the sexual part of our relationship. Using the video
hookup made it so much more intense as I could see his facial expressions along
with his voice. I knew that he was pleased with seeing me naked or using the
various toys he had purchased for me in any way he desired.
The sessions were at least once a week with assignments between them. My
requirements were growing from when we first started. I no longer wrote him
what I was wearing he told me what to wear pretty much every morning. I logged
on and panned my wardrobe as he selected what he wanted me to wear. If he
wasn't going to be available then he would either pick several things at one
time or I'd have to decide and write him what I choose.
I was finding that if he wasn't picking out what I wore each day it wasn't as
satisfying for me, I was growing more dependant on him all the time. Other
assignments he would give was to call him at a set time during the day.
Depending on where I was he would have me strip nude or at least pull up my
dress and stroke my clit or finger my cunt for him as he counted out the
strokes.
Other times he would simply assign me the task of stroking or finger fucking my
cunt or ass a certain number of times a day, but I was not allowed to cum. I
was constantly in a state of arousal with my twat never seeming to run short of
it's supply of liquid refreshment I was required to lick off my fingers after
every assignment.
As our time together lengthened he found other techniques to control my life
almost 24 hours a day. I was to provide him with my daily schedule updating it
for changes as they occurred. Upon arriving home I was required to put my
collar on immediately so I kept it hanging on the inside door knob of my front
door so I wouldn't forget.
Once home I was to strip and put on a freshly washed and ironed white shirt that
was described in the material he provided, the ankle socks optional with my hair
braided properly. One concession I was allowed was a bra. I told him that not
wearing one constantly not only was uncomfortable but not especially good from
an anatomical stand point. I explained the discomfort wasn't what his slave
wanted to stop if it gave her Master pleasure but the other issue I felt was a
health one. I had me buy a very sheer one that allowed them to sway when I
moved about but provided the required support and a shelf bra that provided
support but allowed his properties tits to be displayed for his pleasure.
His comments on everything being a privilege was not an idle comment either. To
work off punishment points, which he was assigning with greater severity as my
training progressed, I found EVERYTHING was a privilege. He took my bathroom
rights away for three days which meant I had to use a plastic bowel to piss and
crap in that was kept by the front door of my condo.
At other times he would take away my right to use my bed, either having me sleep
on the kitchen floor or in my bathtub. The awful thing about the bathtub was
that I was also required to shit and piss in it, but not allowed to clean it
before morning. I tried to hold it but in the end simply shit in one corner and
learned to sleep in the cold stinky piss. Of course in waking that morning I
found my feet had managed to find my little pile of crap so they were covered in
dry shit.
He had taken control over my finances also. I was now obligated to report to
him all monies I had spent during the week. If he felt I hadn't been serving
him properly he restricted how much I could spend on non essential items. One
of which was my cleaning women, of course he didn't want to deprive her of
income so I was to clean my house up before she arrived. She had the easiest
cleaning job of her life. Of course he inspected my work via the video camera
and even watched me cleaning up at times.
The first time I was required to relieve myself as he watched was not only
degrading but difficult to do. The urination wasn't that hard but taking a shit
while he watched was one of the most degrading things I had been made to do so
far. I was reduced to tears by the time I finally got done but then had to get
into the position with my ass facing the screen, wipe myself and ask for
permission to dispose of the mess. Of all the things Master Carl required up to
that time I considered that the worst.
He would have me tie the vibrator inside myself with a thin rope or leather
thong then watch as I followed his instructions to pinch my nipples and attach
either the nipple clamps or cloths pins. The pins hurt putting them on and
taking them off hurt even more. Placing them on my cunt lips and allowing them
to stay there was something that took quite some time to learn to accept. He
taught me to focus away from the pain that with practice actually worked as he
said it would. Not completely but I at least could get them on and leave them
their for the specified time limit even though they hurt the worst of all his
torments.
Sometimes it would be days before he allowed me to cum with one time being
weeks. The time it was several weeks I laid awake many nights crying due to my
frustration but I was being punished for my biggest mistake I made up to that
time. The tears were not only from sexual frustration but from failing to
please my Master in one of the simplest ways.
It was tax season which meant 14 hour work days including Saturday's along with
the constant pressure of clients, partners and staff. I was a manager by this
time with 6 staff reporting to me and responsible to several partner's for
client work.
I was rushing to get ready running a bit late and didn't mark myself as was my
basic requirement. The markings were to write "Master's Carl's bitch" over my
pussy, he had assigned me the slave name of bitch by this time. I was at work
several hours when I looked at my watch and saw that I had reached the time I
was allowed to use the bathroom. By this time I was only allowed to use the
bathroom on the hour and get something to drink on the half hour. Another
unique way my Master found to keep him in my thoughts during the day, if I
missed my appointed time I had to wait until the next one was allowed.
I had several close calls with the bathroom time but only once wet myself. I
missed the time to go and while driving home couldn't hold it any longer. I
felt the warm sensation of it spreading around my legs and soaking my car seat.
I felt like a fool wetting myself but in my mind it wasn't an issue of a
judgement call, I'd simply forgotten to go when I was allowed.
Looking down I was horrified to see my markings were not present. I just
dropped down on the toilet seat with my hands in my face and started to weep.
It was one of his requirements that seemed to mean the most to him and I knew he
would never forgive me for not doing it no matter what the circumstances. He
had allowed me to not mark myself when going to the doctor or if I had to shower
at the club but that was about it.
I sat in my office thinking about what to say when I called him. I knew he
would be angry but couldn't even imagine what he would do to punish me. I had
work to do and didn't have time for this but finally called him.
"Master Carl..........Sir" my voice shaking and near tears.
"What is it bitch, it's the middle of the day" he answered seeming annoyed with
this intrusion at work.
"Sir............please...........this slave hasn't completed a
requirement........Sir" I was stammering and trying to avoid the inevitable
confession.
"Dammit what's the problem I don't have time for guessing games today".
Great HE didn't have time. "Sir this slave did not write her name this
morning..........Master I was running late..........it's busy and
...........well.........after showering this slave didn't" he cut me off with an
abusive reply.
"You stupid fucking pig.........one thing..........probably the most important
one showing my ownership over you and you didn't bother to do it" he exploded at
me.
"Sir........please..........it wasn't that way you don't understand" I pleaded
as the tears overflowed my eyes and ran down my face.
"Understand...............understand what, that your just an ungrateful bitch
that does what she wants. Understand that your a worthless piece of trash with
no understanding of how to be faithful to her owner. Understand that despite my
attempts to bring some meaning to your pathetic meaningless life you simply
didn't think it necessary to do as your required" he screamed over the phone to
me.
"No Sir that's not the way it is ........please listen your slave was
trying..........trying hard it's just that there are things at work......." he
cut me off short.
"When are you leaving work".
"I hope to leave by 8 o'clock this evening but" again he cut me off short.
"I'll expect your call then" and hung up.
I was crying openly with my hands covering my face when I heard a knock at my
door. "Who is it" I asked trying to keep my voice steady.
"It's Gloria Patricia is everything OK" she asked starting to open the door.
"Yes.........I'm fine don't bother me right now" I barked. Gloria was one of
the staff that worked for me. Immeadiatly after saying that I felt even worse
for talking to her that way.
"Ok ....." was her only reply and she closed the door.
I tried to get myself back together cleaning up my face and went to Gloria to
apologize for my behavior. She said she understood so I went back to my work
but felt terrible. For the first time since this started I didn't want to call
Master Carl.
I didn't get home till 8:30 that evening but decided to have a drink before I
called. I didn't even bother to put on my collar I just sat on the balcony
smoking, thinking about what he would want. I had put off the inevitable long
enough and called his number.
"Yes".
"Sir your property is home now" I answered him but the tone of my voice didn't
sound very submissive even to me.
"So it's about time you are on full restriction bitch, that means your home
right after work, no TV except for news, no furniture, no bathroom, no bed, no
cloths at home you can let your tits sag, five cigarettes per day, no drinking,
only warm water is allowed no other liquids to drink, don't even think about
touching the filthy hole between your legs" he droned on without even allowing
me time to break in.
"You will put paper down in your kitchen and shit there like the bitch you are.
You'll wipe your shit hole with your fingers and piss in a bowl just like the
worthless animal you are. You will be on restriction for 3 weeks. I'll send an
e-mail with theses requirements since your to stupid to remember anything you're
told" then he hung up the phone.
I sat there holding the phone to my ear not believing what he had said. "You
fucking ass hole motherfucker" I screamed and just barely kept myself from
throwing the phone over the railing. I had worked hard at being his slave, damn
hard and one stupid mistake wipes out all that I'd done.
He'd taken over my life including when and how I spent my money and I'd allowed
it but this was more then I could take right now. I had another drink while my
mind raced over the last six months. Sure I'd liked it, well most of it, and
I'd bought his crap about a slave being "human" and having feelings. Shit all
he wanted was to fuck with me while I sat around without having someone to have
near me in bed. I didn't know anything about his private life but he was able
to get laid along with watching his weekly sex show presented by your's truly.
Fuck him. I didn't check for his e-mail and went to bed after another stiff
drink and several cigarettes.
The next morning I didn't bother with my daily ritual's for my Master but simply
got dressed, with panties, and went to work without HIS cell phone. I kept
busy, which wasn't hard given the time of the year. Arriving at home I
instinctively reached for my collar as soon as the door closed. I held it in my
hands looking at it, feeling the soft leather in my fingers as my tears fell
onto the shiny leather surface. I wanted to feel it around my neck, I needed
it, yet I didn't put it on.
I got my e-mail account opened finding one marked "PUNISHMENT" the other marked
"URGENT". I printed out the punishment one first then the second one. The
first one had all that he'd said on the phone, the second one was short and to
the point.
Bitch,
Your Master is human, just as his property and like his property makes error's.
Looking over your schedule I now realize that your work schedule is much more
rigorous then your Master had appreciated.
Your hard work up to this point Patricia has been exceptional. You have worked
hard to please your Master. Like you your Master has work and other issues to
his life outside what we share.
Your Master should have given you rest time when your work load increased.
Rest time is where the slave has minimal requirements so she can focus on other
issues in life but still serve her Master.
Take two weeks rest time Patricia, you do not have to respond to me until that
time is up if you do not wish to. If you do wish to respond then write your
thoughts as to our journey together, your Master is interested in how his property
is feeling.
Reflect on the journey we have been on, think through all that has been
accomplished. Your Master will give his property a choice, if YOU believe that
the punishment is unjust then you may disregard it.
The fact is your Master will be going away for a week's vacation starting next
Friday and will be unavailable except for e-mail during that time. The journey we
have started is not over little one, there is more to it then you can imagine.
Reflect on where you were and where you are now, and where you wish to go
before you make a final decision.
Take care little one.
Master Carl.
Reading his second e-mail I broke down crying on my bed unable to reason through
all the emotions that went through me. After several hours I re-read the
punishment one, I had been the one to fail my Master not him to his slave. He
had told me many times that I should be honest with him. It was my fault I
hadn't made him aware what was going on at work and the pressure I had this time
of year.
I wrote him an e-mail late that night thanking him for his understanding. I
told him that I would start the punishment next Monday as his slave really did
need the rest period. I explained that my error was two fold, one not marking
his property as required and the second one maybe greater then the first. I had
not told my Master my thoughts and feelings as required of a proper slave. If I
had there would have been no need for the punishment since my Master would have
allowed me a rest time. On Monday morning I started my three week punishment
period which ended with another surprise turn in my journey with my Master.
