THE SIGNING CEREMONY - BEING PREPARED
The deadline approached and with it the knowledge that I had to make a final
decision. I started to phone Sandra at least a hundred times before I finally
dialed the number, waiting for her to come to the phone seemed to take forever
then I heard her voice.
"Miss Benson how can I assist you" her pleasant voice sounded in my ear.
"This is Miss Schaffier I need an appointment" trying to keep my voice steady.
"Very well Miss Schaffier you'll be notified as to the particulars, thank you
for calling", with that the phone call ended and I sat nervously smoking and
trying not to let my imagination run wild on me. Of course the reality was much
worse and much better then anything I could have thought up.
I received an e-mail within 24 hours telling me to keep my weekends free until I
was notified as to the time and date for the ceremony. I was further told that
it would be advisable to take several days off after that date. I was given a
number to call so I could receive a medical examination before a final date was
set.
It felt like the days crawled by after that. The medical exam was very complete
and professional and the only thing out of the ordinary was the order by the
doctor that sex was forbidden until the ceremony.
About a week after the exam a memo crossed my desk stating the building was
doing some required repairs and that all personnel would have to be out of the
office by 5:00 P.M. on Friday and that access to the offices would not be
allowed until the Monday morning after 4:00 A.M. I didn't really attach any
importance to the memo as it wasn't that busy at the office so not being able to
work on a weekend was no big thing.
On Monday I received an e-mail that Friday was my ceremony date and that I would
be given further instructions at 4 o'clock Friday. My stomach felt sick as I
realized that my midnight masturbation fantasies were quickly becoming a reality
for me. I arranged for the following Monday and Tuesday to be off work then
tried to settle into my work for the week.
Finally Friday arrived, standing downstairs smoking I looked at my watch trying
to decide if I had time for another before 4, I didn't so I went to my office to
wait. The ringing phone startled me as I saw it was preciously 4 P.M.
Answering it I heard a female voice tell me to stay at my desk until I was
called back with further instructions. I told her about having to be out of the
building by 5 but she cut me off with a "follow instructions bitch" and hung up.
Everyone had left the floor almost two hours ago and I was starting to wonder if
I had really agreed to this. I could tell everyone was gone as our lighting
system is triggered by movement to conserve energy. I watched all the lights go
out, even my office light but a gesture with my hand turned them on again. I
was frightened when my office lights went out, it was silly but with the lights
on I felt safer.
The hall lights came on and I knew someone was walking along the hall from
reception to my office. I shut my eyes and sat still at my desk feeling my
heart pound in my chest. The door of my office swung open, my head turned in
that direction but before I could utter a sound I was turned speechless by the
women's tone of voice.
"Don't say a word bitch just get your ass out of that chair and assume position
1".
I rose from my desk as she strode forward quickly, grabbing my arm and pulling
me to my feet.
"When I say something you do it ....... and do it fast cunt.........UNDERSTAND",
she barked as she pushed me to the side of the desk and sat down in my chair.
Coming to position 1 I looked over the women who had just assumed ownership of
my office, and me for that matter. She was well into her 50's I would imagine,
with red hair that assuredly came from a bottle but might have been original
equipment many years ago judging by her fair skin. She was short, maybe 5'-1"
but had on 4" heels, a brown skirt, beige pull over blouse that showed her ample
breasts. From what I could see of them I knew they hadn't come as original
equipment. She was stocky with a bit to much makeup but didn't look fat, just
full figured.
"I am Slave Mistress Joyce, you will refer to me as that from now....
understand", her voice had the tenor of someone use to being in charge.
"Yes" I stammered still not fully registering what was going on.
"Yes what you stupid cow" she growled.
"Yes Slave Mistress Joyce"
"You've had some training, I've read your file so I know what your supposed to
know, now get into position 1".
Straightening up I lowered my eyes so they didn't meet her's yet kept them on
her and waited for what was to follow. I heard someone move through the door
and started to look.
"You don't need to move your head around there's no cock to suck yet just pay
attention to me sow".
"We're not supposed to be in the building after 5 and.........".
"SHUT THE FUCK UP.......... you'll do as your told.......... when your
told.........understand" she shouted raising from the chair so her face now
inches from mine.
"Yes Slave Mistress Joyce".
Sitting back down in my chair she continued. "The building is going to be used
tonight, by the Society, I don't have much time and if you fuck up this ceremony
you'll wish you'd never been born. Just listen and answer ONLY when asked a
question. Don't bother me with any, you'll be told what you need to know when
you need to know it".
"Now the video camera is here for the Society's protection. Everything will be
taped for member's viewing pleasure at a later time and to ensure you don't try
to claim your were forced. Look at the camera and give your full name, date of
birth, and social security number".
I looked up at the camera and provided the information requested, I couldn't
make out the video operator's face but he was a large black man with a shaved
head, large hands that made the camera look small, with broad shoulders.
"Now face me and ignore him, first thing is that you have a choice as of right
now. You can take your purse and go. No one will stop you and this business
will be over or you can do as I say. Remember once we start you will not be
allowed to quit until your presented with your certificate of ownership to sign.
At that time if you wish to quit you will again be free to go, if you sign it
you'll be the property of the Society until the ENTIRE ceremony is completed,
understand".
"Yes Slave Mistress Joyce" I answered her meekly.
"Do you now, think about it cunt..........you have a choice as of now that will
not exist again for several hours. Until that time your sweet white ass is mine
to prepare...........do you want to leave".
"No Slave Mistress Joyce".
"Fine strip off those fancy cloths so I can get a look at the new meat".
"Here...........NOW.....with......" looking over at the video camera I couldn't
believe she wanted me to strip right in my office.
Leaning back in my chair with her legs crossed she lighted a cigarette and blew
a smoke ring at the ceiling. "You can't smoke inside.........." I stammered.
Sitting up she looked at me with a small smile upon her lips "I can do as I
like, now you have a choice .......strip or go........it's pretty
simple..........to tell the truth I don't really care which you do but you have
as long as I need to smoke this. When it's done if you aren't naked then we'll
leave. You'll do as I say.........when I say......and we'll get along fine.
Otherwise you'll wish you had.....that is unless you leave now".
She looked up at me smirking, "Of course Master Carl will certainly look stupid
for even bothering to present you to the Society. His idea of using the
Internet to find suitable slave's is not looked on by everyone as workable".
I watched her smoke the cigarette down then glanced at the grinning camera man.
He had large fleshy lips, a broad flat nose, white teeth and his eyes were
looking me over with more then just a causal glance. I'd worn my gray suit with
white pinstripes today, white blouse, white bra with matching bikini panties,
light gray panty hose and two tone gray 3" heels.
"Now if your worried about John there don't bother, he's seen plenty of good
looking white women naked haven't you" she said again leaning back in my chair.
"Sure have Joyce.........looking forward to seeing this one too............job
don't pay much but the benefits can't be beat" he answered in a loud deep voice
then they both started laughing at his joke.
"Ok...........strip or leave we don't have much time" as she looked at her
watch.
I knew I didn't either, my gaze kept going between the two of them, my mouth
felt dry as chalk and my stomach churned with anguish. Yet between my thighs I
could feel the moisture starting to betray me.
She looked up at me flicking off the ash into the trash can, she was almost
finished. One, maybe two puffs and she would be done. "Now strip down
...............or leave.............which is it sweat heart".
My fingers unbuttoned my jacket and I slipped it off my shoulders, folding it as
I'd been taught by Master Carl I bent down at the waist keeping my knees
straight I started to place it at my toes. This was how he'd always instructed
me to undress as a slave.
"Cut the cute slave strip off..........I don't have the time or the patience for
it. Save it for some Master or Mistress that actually cares. Just get your
fucking cloths off and into this bag as quick as you can so we can get started"
she told me as she tossed me a plastic trash bag.
I put my jacket inside, then my shoes. As I started unbuttoning my skirt I
looked over at John to see him grinning behind the camera as he recorded my
strip. I felt my face flush hot then the same feeling move down over my
shoulders, chest, even my breasts felt hot from my flush. I removed my skirt
but was having trouble making my fingers work with the buttons on my blouse. I
finally got control over them finished unbuttoning my blouse, with a final
glance at both of my viewers I slipped it into the bag.
As my bra came off I heard John whistle and move around so he could get a better
camera angle. I kept my head down and pulled my panty hose and panties down to
my ankles at the same time. I started to sit down on the couch to get them off
but was stopped by Slave Mistress Joyce.
"Property does not sit on furniture until told to, just pull them off".
It was awkward to pull them off standing and provided an grand view of my shaved
pussy as I pulled them off. As I deposited the last of my garments into the
bag I felt as if I'd also put my self-esteem in there at the same time.
Assuming position 1 I waited for Slave Mistress Joyce to tell me what she wanted
next.
Taking my purse she stood up, "Now the rest in here, watch, jewelry, hair clips,
what ever else is on your body goes in here". Removing my watch, necklace,
rings, and hair clips I placed them in my purse. Snapping the purse shut she
dropped it into the bag, sealed it up and tossed it into the hallway. I looked
at the white bag laying there with all my cloths inside it and felt a tear start
to well up from my eyes.
Grabbing my chin Slave Mistress Joyce pulled my face forward.
"Listen up and don't be worrying about your cloths. You've got a lot to
remember for the ceremony and I've got to get you ready for it. From now on
your mine until the member's arrive. If you decide to give me a problem I've
got this little helper here". She held up a white plastic tube about 2' long
with two small blunt metallic prongs at one end. It was 2" in diameter until
the last 6", then it was only about 1" around.
"This is a electric prod.....it's got six settings with number six enough to
jolt old John to his knees. I happen to like using it so don't worry if you
screw up or disobey. I'm not supposed to leave any marks on you, that's for all
the members to do. From this point on your nothing.....NOTHING.......just a
slave here to serve.....understand".
"Yes Slave Mistress Joyce", I felt the tear start its way down my cheek.
"Now assume position 4 so I can get a good look at you".
Position 4, which was also called inspection position it has your legs spread
with your hands behind your head. I closed my eyes as she looked me over,
tweaking my nipples and fondling my breasts.
"What do you call these slave".
When my response wasn't immediate she grasped both nipples between her finger
and thumb, twisting and squeezing at the same time. "Ehhhhhhhhhhhh" I squealed.
"Answer me ..........what are these called" now shacking both my C cup breasts
by the nipples causing them to jiggle like water filled balloons.
"Tits Slave Mistress Joyce".
"This" she prodded my open slit the end of the electric prod.
"Cunt Slave Mistress Joyce". My voice was starting to break, I felt my flush
return as I opened my eyes and saw John taking pictures of the whole process.
"Bend forward..........at the waist.......keep your hands where they
are.....spread your legs a bit...good........further down. Touch your knees
with your arms if you can.....good.......you come in here and help".
I didn't know who she had spoken to but could see a pair of women's shoes next
to her's. Somehow knowing it was a women made me feel better.
"Your on time, the other one with you".
"Yes Slave Mistress Joyce". It was Sandra Benson's voice.
"Spread her cheeks lets get a good look at her shit hole".
I felt soft hands grip my ass then pull the cheeks gently apart.
"Spread them cunt, I don't have any reason not to mark you before the ceremony"
Slave Mistress Joyce menacingly told Sandra.
Sandra then pulled my ass cheeks widely apart until I felt the skin would tear
from the strain. I felt a single fingernail start at the now wide open expanse
between my cheeks and slowly move down the tender channel. Two more nails were
added to the traveling fingers as they made there way back up, then one nail was
used to rub right on my puckered ass ring.
"What's this cunt" Slave Mistress Joyce asked with a voice that sounded sweet
but made me dread what she could and probably would do to me given an excuse.
"The slave's shit hole Slave Mistress Joyce" I answered knowing that John was
taping my exposed hole by the position of his feet between mine. "Also a fuck
hole" I continued trying to at least impress her that I could humiliate myself
with no additional help from her.
"It's the Society's hole............it's anyone's hole that the Society says it
is.........right John" Slave Mistress Joyce said mockingly as she teased the
opening with her nails again causing it to pucker and twitch on it's own.
"That's right Joyce........I may get seconds............actually fifth or
tenth's but in the end I do get's it" he laughingly replied.
I closed my eyes tightly as I started to sob. He was going to fuck my ass and I
was going to let him. Him along with anyone else that members of the Society
felt like giving me to. For a moment I thought I was going to be sick at what I
was letting myself in for.
"Up.........let's go. Now listen to me, you'll crawl everywhere tonight unless
specifically told to move about in some other way. You move when your told to,
be still when ordered, you'll be punished for all your mistakes, you try to run
and you'll be caught and you'll be punished more harshly. Seems like your
hairless enough so at least I don't have to screw around with that.
OK............on your knees bitch, it's time to get you cleaned up" she ordered.
Slumping to my hands and knees I crawled behind her as John video taped my
exposed rump from behind. My tits swayed as I crawled, the carpet scraping my
knees and shins as we made are way along the familiar hallways of my work. I
kept my head down but an eye on the slave mistress's leg as she walked quickly
down the halls, I was actually getting lost since I had no reference point but
the gray carpet passing under my eyes. I didn't know where she was taking me
but I realized she had taken me on at least three circuits of the entire floor.
My hands and knees felt sore from the carpet and I was beginning to work up a
sweat keeping up with her brisk pace, I hadn't realized that crawling could be
so tiring.
Finally she turned into a short hall and through a swinging door that revealed a
tiled floor. I recognized this as a bathroom but didn't know which one. The
tiles were cold on my hands and legs but I also saw two pair of women's bare
legs and feet standing by the sinks. I didn't dare look up but knew one must be
Sandra, I sneaked a peak to the side and realized I was in the bathroom near my
office, since this was the only one with an additional door that led to a
utility closet.
"You over there by the stall" slave mistress announced prodding my side with the
end of the cattle prod.
I moved toward the stall then reached up and brushed my hair from my face.
"Fucking shit what was that" I yelled as my right leg jumped from under me and
my entire thigh muscle froze up in pain. I now was laying on my left side my
hands gripping the back of my right thigh and looking up into the amused face
of the slave mistress.
"That you stupid bitch was setting three on the prod" she proudly announced
tapping the end lightly in her open palm. "You don't brush, scratch or wipe
unless your given permission, if we could find a way we'd make coughing and
sneezing offenses. They actually are but some latitude needs to be allowed even
to worthless pieces of trash like you. Just so you know if you'd had even a day
of true training I'd have stuck the end of this up your ass or cunt before
triggering it" she smilingly informed me. "Now get into position 3 facing the
toilet".
As soon as I was in position she grabbed my hair she pulled my head back until I
was looking at the ceiling, then right into her hazel eyes. "Now here's some
good training, when told to face an object, any object or person get your body
squared away to it, about one two feet back, you understand what I'm talking
about".
I nodded my head yes, she released my hair and a genuine smile crossed her lips
which gave her eyes a warmth they didn't have before.
"Listen to me little one, it's a hard life, I've lived it for many years. Don't
take anything I say to personal. We're paid to train you properly so the
member's get full use of their property. Your pleasure will come from serving
them well. Maybe a trainer will treat you badly because of some personal
reason, it happens, but in general we're here to help. Even if it kills you"
she started laughing at her joke then patted my head like a little girl, "now
get in position until I want you again".
Quickly I assumed the proper position in front of the toilet. I heard the door
being unlocked and the sounds of articles being unpacked but didn't turn to see
exactly what was going on behind me.
"Ok slave time to get started, first lets get your face and hair washed" the
slave mistress announced as she tossed a bar of soap and a small bottle of
shampoo into the toilet splashing the cold water on me and the floor.
I was stunned that they would have me wash in a toilet bowl, I should have
expected it but I was still astonished at the request.
"Wait, don't start that stand up first"
I rose as gracefully as I could, sliding my knees together, hands then on the
floor, swinging my feet under me and standing straight up as I'd done so many
times alone and under the gaze of Master Carl from the computer. This was real,
my stomach was nervous but at least I felt I was doing something familiar.
"That was pretty good slave, not bad at all. Now back out of the stall, don't
turn just back out then spread your legs, put your hands on the top of the
stall. Further back, further apart", she prodded my legs with the cattle prod
but didn't shock me.
I was now standing with the top half of my body at a 45 degree angle, legs well
over 3' apart and my arms outstretched. Then I heard the ominous sound of
rubber gloves being snapped on, it didn't take a genius to figure out that my
cleaning was going to include the inside as well as the outside of "their
property".
"Ok you other two walking fuck holes spread its cheeks" slave mistress told
Sandra and the unknown slave helping her.
I shivered as their cold hands took a grip on my cheeks and roughly pulled them
apart until I let a squeak of pain escape my lips.
"Good that's well done, now remember this position, it's not numbered but you'll
get to know it pretty well as time goes on. I've looked at your dossier, your
shit chute is no virgin for sure since it's been used since you were a teenager.
Just stay loose, don't start acting like some virgin princess on me. Back just
a little more, OK John make sure you get some good close ups, don't screw this
up like last time".
"Sorry about that Joyce I'll get what you want this time, don't worry".
God I'd forgotten about him and the camera, I squeezed my eyes shut and tilted
my head back a bit but the only image I had before my eyes was my spread open
ass with him zooming in on it. I heard the snap of rubber gloves being put on,
then I felt the cool touch of the lube as she first rubbed some around my
waiting hole then slowly worked her finger inside of me. It felt good, really
good, no matter who was watching.
She worked her finger inside me, wiggling it around, turning her finger inside
me, my hips pushed back to take her digit deeper inside me. A second finger was
added, I murmured a soft sigh as she pushed and pulled the two digits out of my
ever loosening rectum.
"See slave Mimi she likes it, not like the time I got you ready" slave mistress
chuckled as she continued to fuck my ass while everyone watched.
"Yes Slave Mistress Joyce this slave does seem to like it" Mimi answered.
"You've learned too in the last six weeks haven't you" slave mistress asked
Mimi.
"I........" Mimi stammered and I felt her nails dig into the tender skin of my
ass. Slave Mistress's finger plunged deep into my ass, then twisting her hand
while hooking her fingers inside me. I groaned with the force of her tightening
up my ass involuntarily at the same time.
"Loosen up you know better then that" straightening her fingers and again
smoothly fucking my ass, with each outward movement the ring puckered out, then
was pushed inward with the downward stroke.
"That will cost you 25 punishment points that will be worked off tonight during
this one's rest period you stupid slave now answer my question properly" slave
mistress informed Mimi.
"Yes Slave Mistress Joyce this slave is stupid. This slave has started to enjoy
objects being pushed inside the slave's shit hole. This slave has been
practicing so full service can be provided to the member's slave mistress" Mimi
answered with a slight quiver in her voice.
"Slave Mimi had a virgin ass, which technically it still is since only fingers
and plugs have been used so far. By the time training camp for her starts
she'll be ready, of course after training camp she'll be taking cocks up there
just like a professional like you slave" pulling out of my ass suddenly she
playfully slapped my thigh. I heard the glove being removed "christ you have a
a lot of shit inside you, get a good picture of it John".
Grabbing my hair and pulling my head back the glove was dangled right in front
of my face so John could get the picture. I stood there looking at the two shit
covered fingers trying not to breath.
"That's good now back up so you can get the rest".
I felt the nozzle slide easily inside my now well lubricated channel, it felt
larger then other enema nozzles that had been used on me but not uncomfortable.
Then felt the bulbs being inflated so the two bulbs sealed my ass so that it not
only wouldn't pop out but no water escape. I also felt the slave mistress's
finger tips move softly across my pussy lips. My hips pushed back into her hand
and rocked slowly as the moisture leaked out. She rubbed it around my lips for
a moment then pulled away.
I felt her moving the base of the nozzle around in my stuffed rectum then I felt
the water start to enter my bowels, I concentrated on relaxing myself as the
water felt like it was being pushed inside me under pressure. It was hot
water, what ever she was using to get the water inside of me it wasn't gravity
since it was filling me up fairly fast. Her hand reached under me stroking my
stomach with her nails, at times letting them stroke my sensitive pussy lips all
the while controlling the ever increasing volume of water entering me.
"This is referred to as a Japanese enema, actually it's a pump, like a big hypo
just in case you wanted to know but we've improved on it a bit. With the
addition of a very low pressure pump with a one way valve. Don't worry about
the pressure damaging anything inside since it has a valve that won't allow the
pressure to build up beyond a specific point. It's been throughly tested and
certified as to it's safety. Even an untrained fool can use it without causing
internal damage. Of course if they don't pay attention they'd end up wet. It's
faster and much more through then just letting it seep inside with gravity,
don't you think slave" slave mistress informed me with a cheerful voice.
With that said the pressure increased, raising me up on my toes, causing me to
grunt as I took several small shallow breaths, then a deeper one into my chest
to keep myself calm and relaxed. I'd found it helped in keeping the cramps to a
minimum plus allowed the fluid to enter me without to much discomfort, thank god
for the training Miss Bess gave me.
"See Slave Mimi she's used to getting her ass cleaned as well, see how she
controls her breathing while maintaining as much relaxation in the abdominal
region as possible, you've had some pretty good training. From what I've read
it worked as a mouth prostitute some year's ago, isn't that right slave"
At first I didn't realize she was talking about me but then being referred to as
"it" does take some getting use to. I felt totally humiliated by this
revelation in front of all these people, my arousal seemed to drain from me, my
head hung down as I felt everyone's eyes on me. I knew the silence wouldn't be
broken until I spoke, even through Master Carl had repeatedly told me that a
slave had no right to privacy, that the interview panel had been given copies of
all my e-mails to him along with voice and video recording of every session we'd
had I still felt betrayed by the fact it was being given out to just about
everbody.
"Answer me cunt" as another pulse of water was injected into my now distended
stomach.
"Yes Slave Mistress Joyce, this slave worked and was paid to suck cocks." I
answered softly.
"See John you get a real professional tonight, cocks sucked and taxes done at
the same time" slave mistress joked.
"OK enough reminiscing about the good old days, your as full as you can be so
now get back in front of you toilet and get your face and hair washed, be quick
about it" she said slapping my cheek with her hand.
I returned to the kneeling position in front of the toilet just staring at the
water with the soap floating in it and the bottle of shampoo sitting at the
bottom. I'd used this toilet many times in the past years to piss and shit but
I'd never imagined I'd use it for a wash basin.
I sighed then leaned down into the bowl lathering up the soap and covering my
face with it. I had to sit up on my knees as leaning forward with your lower
intestines full of liquid is not very comfortable and I was already starting to
feel the churning deep inside me along with some cramps.
The water was surprisingly cold but I lathered up and followed Slave Mistress's
instructions to wash my ears and behind my neck well. She had me re-wash
several times always having me rinse off with the cold water of the toilet.
"OK raise up and hold the soap and shampoo bottle in your hands but shove your
face right into the hole at the bottom of the toilet, all the way in" slave
mistress ordered using her foot to push my face under the now soapy water until
it was touching the bottom of the bowl.
I heard the whoosh then the water drain out of the bowl from around my face,
then the cold water rushed around my face again as the bowl refilled. I had at
least thought of taking a deep breath before I went under. I waited as the bowl
filled, which seemed much longer then it does when your head's not stuck in it.
Again the whoosh and the water drained, I got another breath before the water
started to refill.
I kept my head under waiting for the order to sit up, now I felt my stomach
starting to cramp up accompanied by the urge to release the volume of liquid
trapped inside me by the inflated nozzle. I felt it straining to push out of my
ass, I wasn't sure just how large it was but it felt huge so I didn't think I
could force it out even if I wanted to. I tried to keep myself relaxed, not
only to keep from using oxygen but also to make sure the plug and liquid stayed
inside me. Without any direct knowledge of what Slave Mistress Joyce would do
if I voided without permission, I didn't want to gain it first hand.
Finally she pulled my head out of the bowl, "OK slut, wash your hair".
I leaned into the bowl, turning my head so my hair was wet then applied the
shampoo. I washed my hair as throughly as I could. I leaned down to rinse it,
but was told to just add more shampoo and lather up really good. The water and
soap was running down my chest and back wetting the floor along with my legs
making a watery soapy mess around the toilet.
"OK, turn your sorry ass around, lean back with your head into the bowl" slave
mistress ordered in a bored voice.
I moved around but getting myself arched enough to get my head into the toilet
was almost impossible with a gut full of water. I was slipping on the wet
tiles, my eyes were closed since I wanted to keep the soap out so I wasn't
making much progress in getting my head all the way into the bowl.
"Help her you two, we don't have all night".
With that I felt hands grabbing me and holding me so I could get my head all the
way into the bowl. Again the whoosh of the flush and the water was pulled away
along with my hair into the drain. As the bowl filled she had the two helper's
help rinse out the soap. I was pulled up and forward, out of the stall
slithering on my knees along the wet floor.
The two of them held my wrists and I couldn't see since there was still soap on
my face along with wet hair and my eyes were closed. They pulled me up to a
kneeling position on my knees which were kicked apart a good 2', then my hands
were placed on my head. A wave of cramps washed over me causing me to bend
forward but a strong yank on my hair set me straight up again.
Without warning an ice cold shower engulfed me. My knees and hands
automatically came together around my body from the sudden shock of the water
drenching me. That's when I felt the shock on my left cheek from the electric
prod.
"Ahhhhhhhh" I shrieked as the electricity made my cheek tense up and again found
myself laying soaking wet flat on the bathroom floor. The next thing was the
shock of the prod on my right breast. It took my breath away, not that I had
much since the dousing with the cold water. I felt my breast bounce as if it
were alive, rolling over holding it I heard a voice, "please......no
more....please I'm sorry". As I lay there panting I realized that it was my
voice pleading for her to stop. My eyes were still closed as I rested my head
on the hard floor, my lower region now cramping badly from the enema, hoping the
assault was over.
"Back up as you were cunt or I'll put it in your twat" slave mistress yelled.
Scrambling into position again the ice shower was started over. My whole body
seemed to contract and shiver as the water cascaded over me. Even the fullness
of my lower intestines was forgotten for the moment. My hands were pulled from
my head and held out from my body with orders to keep them there.
I felt hands rubbing over me, soaping me up with liquid soap. It was a complete
soaping with slave mistress giving instructions to the two pair of hands. They
soaped me up then rinsed me off again, the water was still cold but at least I
was ready for it. My hair was throughly rinsed and every inch of me was washed.
They took small brushes to scrub my finger and toe nails, moving me around,
standing me up or leaning me back or forward to get at my entire body.
So far I had no idea who the other person was helping Sandra but I could tell it
was a she from the size and feel of her hands. I still hadn't really seen her
since the washing was done fairly fast, so just as I would start to open my eyes
the water would be directed at me again. I think Slave Mistress Joyce was
directing the hose over me, it would be aimed directly at my face so I couldn't
get a good breath, then right between my legs where it stung my pussy or between
my cheeks so the end of the nozzle would jerk around reminding me it was still
there.
My bowls were starting to spasm from being filled so full and for so long. I
really needed to shit badly but knew better then to ask. Finally I heard Slave
Mistress's voice order them away from me. I was now kneeling with my ass on my
heels holding my stomach and shivering like a leaf in a strong wind.
"Get the bucket" she said as a small towel was tossed into my lap. "Wipe your
face, squat over the bucket, there's a small knob to release the air then pull
out the nozzle. Now here is a new game slave. Once the nozzle is out you hold
your water until I give you permission to release it, that is unless you want to
feel my friend against your slit" she told me while patting the prod against her
palm.
I squatted over the large bucket, releasing the pressure of the plug. I held it
in place until I felt I was at least in control then withdrew it in one quick
motion while contracting all the muscles in my lower body as hard as possible.
I looked up at Slave Mistress Joyce leaning on the sink, she'd removed her
cloths at some point and was wearing just a rain slicker. She had a wicked grin
across her lips and was tapping the prod against her palm as she watched me.
I was straining to hold it in, the squatting position did nothing to help but I
was accustom to this even if I hadn't had much practice since Miss Bess died.
Every muscle in my body was tense, from my face right down to my toes that were
curled up on the wet floor.
"OK little one, release it" she said as her expression changed from a grin to a
smile.
I felt so much relief as the liquid shit and water filled the bucket I wouldn't
have cared if all the employees at the office were looking at me. I took in
deep breaths of air to help expel my full bowels as fast as possible pushing out
the shit and water along with loud farts. I felt some of it splashing up
against my cheeks but I didn't lessen my efforts, it felt just to good. When
the initial rush of foul waste was out of me I felt the more solid parts come
out to land with a splash in the now filling bucket. I grunted and pushed out
the loose stool, the aroma of it now reaching my nose.
Opening my eyes I saw the ever vigilant John kneeling down around my squatting
wide spread legs to get the best pictures possible. Slave mistress had me lean
forward a bit and spread my cheeks wide so he could capture the slimy shit
falling from my distended asshole.
"Of all the things I see this is the worst part Joyce" John moaned.
"You've been taught that anything put inside one of your holes is to be cleaned
haven't you stupid" Slave Mistress Joyce said looking at the nozzle. With a
deep breath I closed my eyes then licked and sucked the nozzle clean. It didn't
really have much taste to it but knowing where it had been and having others
watch me made my stomach churn.
I was now able to see who the unknown Slave Mimi was for the first time. She
was a slim blond about 5-5 with cupcake size breasts with round pink nipples
capping them with a slender but well shaped body, given how white and creamy her
skin was I wondered how she looked after a session with a member. Around her
neck was a 2" green leather slave collar, her hair was braided with a green
leather thong woven into her braid that attached a 2" round chrome ring to the
end of her hair. She had the word Slave written just above her slit in black
English style printing, the lettering was beautifully done. It wasn't written
overly large and could be hidden by a full bikini bottom and of course her cunt
was shaved.
Standing there was also Sandra, naked with a 2" black collar around her neck,
she had no lettering on her body at all and her braid had a black leather thong
woven in her hair that also attached an identical chrome ring as Mimi had . I
noticed Slave Mistress Joyce had a thinner red collar around her neck and that
it didn't have the usual D rings attached as the other two collars did.
"So you know the green collar identifies a slave on probation and still
training, black is for public slaves that have completed training, blue is for
private slaves and the red means I'm a slave mistress. That means I was a slave
once with at least 3 years experience but no longer am available for use unless
it's for punishment or I agree to it. You did pretty good at holding it little
one, Master Carl never taught you that.
"Ok take the bucket to the toilet and wash it out, dump your shit out then clean
it, your going to be needing it again" the slave mistress informed me.
Sliding it over to my new wash basin I carefully tilted it into the water to
empty my waste. The aroma was strong in my nose so I tried to hold my breath as
long as possible. Tapping the bucket edge on the porcelain rim I tried to get
all of it to slide out into the bowel. At slave mistress's order to use my had
I reached for the toilet paper only to be informed I wouldn't need it.
This was definitely a new experience for me, turning the bucket so I could reach
inside I felt the bile start to come up my throat. Swallowing hard to keep from
losing my lunch and trying to use just the tips of my fingers I pushed the
remaining feces into the water with small plops. Again the ever present camera
kept recording my new chore as the slave mistress made me use my whole hand to
scoop out the loose brown mess sticking to the bucket bottom and sides.
Allowed to flush the now full bowl I had to use the new water to rinse the
bucket out. Only after it was really clean was the hose given to me to rinse it
out completely. I was also allowed to squat over the bowl, back to the door
with Sandra and Mimi spreading ass cheeks, so I could rinse my ass crack with
the cold water. This included using my finger up my ass, along with an
attachment to the hose end which decreased the diameter so I could insert it
inside myself for a complete rinsing of my rectum.
"OK assume the position cunt time for your second cleaning" Slave Mistress
informed me.
Again the slave mistress snapped on the latex gloves, greased her fingers up
then inserted them deeply into my ass. It didn't feel as good this time and I
was sure there was going to be many things pushed inside me before the night was
over. A larger cone shaped nozzle was then inserted up inside me, this one must
have been at least 7" long. She inflated the air bag it's base trapping the
hard plastic probe inside my ass then proceeded to fill me with hot water for
the second time. The second filling contained much hotter and larger volume
then the first causing my lower stomach to become distended.
Positioning me over the floor drain in a squatting position the two slaves
proceeded to douche me with first warm water then another solution that was also
warm. Given the bloated feeling I had from the second enema holding this
position while being cleaned and touched by them wasn't actually arousing at
all. It was humiliating to have John's grinning black face down between my legs
with his camera, especially when he had them hold my pussy lips as far apart as
they could so he could capture the hose cleaning out my most private area.
Slave Mistress Joyce put me back in front of the toilet, at least I'd stopped
shivering from the initial cold shower given the warm enema and douche. My
lower intestines were starting to ache from being full and the larger plug was
moving around inside me as I crawled into position causing not uncomfortable
sensations to my rear hole.
"Hands behind your back and grab your wrists, if you let go you'll get to feel
my little friend again" Slave Mistress announced. Grabbing a handful of my
still wet hair she pulled my head back to face the ceiling, her facial
expression again had changed to the cold mask of domination. "I'm going to
clean that filthy mouth you have bitch, if it wasn't for the no marking rule
you'd be given at least 30 lashes for swearing, but then much can be said for
the tried and true old fashion method. Open wide and don't close it or spit up"
she told me with a happy grin as she put her knee into my back, pulled my hair
back further straining my neck, pulling my mouth open and causing as much pain
as she could to my scalp.
In a good position she then proceed to take the soap and smear it around the
inside of my mouth. I started gagging as the suds started to slide down my
throat but a hard yank on my hair kept me at the proper angle to scrub the
inside of my mouth out. With that she proceeded to take the soap and rub chucks
of the noxious material around my teeth and onto my tongue. I was gagging up
soap suds along with quantities of saliva so it was running out of my mouth and
down along my neck and shoulders.
Shoving my head into the bowl that had been just recently held my own excrement
she ordered me to fill my mouth with water. I swished around a big mouth full
and spit it out, she pulled me up violently shaking my head with my hair, then
again pushed me down into the water so I could get another mouthful of water.
The soap burned my throat and inside of my mouth but she again proceeded to
shove the bar far into my gapping mouth to wash it out again. She made me lick
the bar until my tongue was coated with a thick slimy layer of the foul tasting
stuff then again was dunked into the water.
Pulling my head out and up again she poured shampoo not only into my mouth but
down my throat. I was gagging up the mixture but enough got past my madly
waving tongue into my burning throat and down into my stomach. Again I was
forced into the toilet water, gulping down as much water as I could to dilute
the foul mixture that was now making my stomach churn. I couldn't hold back any
longer as my lunch started to come back up. She held my head just over the
water as I vomited up the soap along with the contents of my stomach.
She held me over the bowl as I continued to dry heave up long after my stomach
was empty. My face was just inches from the water that was now polluted with
vomit. The soap mixture had come up my nasal passages causing the inside of
them to burn painfully and my eyes to water uncontrollably. Spitting and
blowing my nose to clear my system from the burning she forced my face back into
the water, causing me to fill my mouth with the tainted solution.
At least I'd kept my hands locked behind my back as she repeatedly flushed the
toilet with my head pushed tight against the hole at the bottom. Catching quick
breaths of air as the water swirled about my face I again became aware of the
intense cramping from my full gut. Between gagging up from the soap and the
cramps constricting my lower body I was in considerable discomfort at this
point, much more so then I'd ever been at any other time of my life.
Finally pulling my head up and back so I was again looking at the ceiling I
blinked my eyes to clear my vision only to see clearly her chilling expression
over my face. "If I ever hear words like that from that suck hole in your face
I'll teach you just what runs through a sewer, understand me BITCH" she yelled
shaking my head violently.
"Yes........yes.....Slave Mistress Joyce" I spluttered between gags. My mouth
was still coated with soap residue but tasted like barf now. I could feel tears
running down my cheeks and knew it wasn't all caused by the soap in my nasal
passages.
"Assume position 4 shit brain, you two don't stand there get the hose and soap
and wash this bitch down again" slave mistress bellowed.
Again I was throughly washed with cold water by the two slave's which included a
comprehensive rinsing of my cunt. They weren't as gently this time but scrubbed
me vigorously with the soft towels including my swollen stomach which made the
cramps worse.
I was bent over so my mouth could be flushed with the hose, my legs started to
buckle from the now incessant cramps racking through my body which was only
increased by the pressure of bending over even if it was more of a hip bed then
at the waist. It felt like the expanded end of the plug was going to push right
past my anal muscle no matter how big it was which was causing me real pain for
the first time.
"Squat and shit slave" sounded like the most beautiful words in the world, even
with the audience.
The water pulsed out of me in strong jets accompanied by loud wet sounding
farts. Without orders this time I took the long plug used to clean me into my
mouth so it could be sucked clean. I stayed in the squat position sucking and
licking the nozzle clean along with clenching my abdominal muscles to get all
the water out of me. By now any shit left in me was so watery that no solid
matter came out. Now that the discomfort of the water was gone my thigh muscles
started to complain at my position over the bucket but by letting my butt down
some I was able to ease the strain but still maintain a reasonable squatting
position.
"Position 6, on your knees with your cunt and ass over the bucket" slave
mistress ordered.
As I assumed the position making sure I was over the bucket, I felt cold water
being sprayed down the crack of my ass. I was shivering again, the cold tiles
uncomfortable on my knees when I felt a small hose being inserted deeply into my
ass accompanied by a VERY cold stream of water that started filling me yet also
allowed leakage from around my rectum. I was told to tighten my shit ring to
hold some of the water in, then the hose fucked my now cold ass repeatedly.
Ordered to expel the remaining water into the bucket, then the filling and
fucking was repeated along with admonishments to keep the hose held tight when
it was shoved inside me. It felt like my guts would freeze but finally I was
allowed to discharge all the water. I was surprisingly tired after this ordeal
but quickly moved to clean the bucket and suck the hose clean when it was
presented to me. I was kneeling in front of the toilet not knowing what was
going to be done next when I heard the dreaded phrase from slave mistress,
"assume the position slave we have one more cleaning to do".
Again the snap of latex gloves, two well greased fingers were plunged into my
now cold ass where they proceed to fuck me for several minutes. This time the
nozzle felt much bigger then before with a more solid feel to it. I didn't feel
any expansion to keep it in then extraordinarily cold water was injected up
inside me. Crying out in both surprise and pain I raised up on my toes and
gripped the stall supports as my insides felt like someone was trying to suck
them out.
"Relax bitch" was the only advice given by slave mistress.
I felt like I was going to explode and finally broke down and pleaded for her to
lessen the flow of water. Of course what I got was "hey this is the easy part"
with an additional spurt of water up inside me. I felt I was going to burst,
the nozzle was metal and conducted the cold directly to the skin so my ass ring
and the entire length of my rectum started to feel numb finally. The water
eventually stopped filling me and I was able to start to breath normally again.
"OK now it's time to get your hair done, get over to the mirror. Don't let that
fall out of your worthless ass or I'll have to fill you again".
I waddled over to the mirror and was allowed to condition my hair then a long
green thong was given me. I prepared my slave braid as I'd done many times
before interlacing the thong in my hair. Of course it wasn't to her
satisfaction so I had to re-do the braid several times as my guts churned from
the water. She wasn't satisfied until it felt like my hair was being pulled
from my scalp then a large chrome ring was attached to the end of the braid
which she tested to make sure it was secure by yanking painfully on it several
times.
Then I was bent over so stray hairs could be shaved from the back of my neck. I
was grunting from the cramps that were racking my stomach but was finally I was
allowed to pull the 8" metal nozzle out of my cold deadened ass so the water
could be expelled, at least this time I got to squat over the toilet.
"Ok lazy butt, it's time you get a little rest", tossing me my cigarettes and
lighter, "there is coffee and water to drink. Finish at least two glasses of
water and one cup of coffee, your break time is 20 minutes to rest before we
finish up", with that slave mistress left the room. I slumped down onto the
cold floor smoking and drinking as slave mistress told me too, I felt incredibly
tired and knew that the night had not even really started yet.
I didn't realize slave mistress had re-entered the bathroom until I heard her
voice boom out, "god dammit you fucking whore, up to position one when a human
enters the room". I scrambled to my feet assuming the position quickly. "That
would have earned you at least 20 lashes once your papers are signed, remember
to be aware of what's going on around you cow", with that she playfully slapped
my left breast causing it to bounce against the right one then they both swayed
back and fourth on my chest as she stood grinning at me.
"Dry off and let's get the makeup on we still have several things to do before
your ready".
The makeup was base, plus powder with a light blush, mascara, eye liner, set
off with light pink lipstick. The makeup I was told was water resistant to some
extent so it would run. She then set up a laptop computer and showed me a CD
rom of a signing ceremony explaining all my duties that were required of me.
She went over this several times to be sure I had it right since she didn't want
to be shamed by a stupid new slave.
"Now I understand you know how to get ready for meeting a member of the society,
you've had the learning part what's next".
"The slave exercises so she is limber and then arouses herself for 30 minutes
Slave Mistress Joyce".
"Good, I've seen tapes of you exercising so get to it, make sure you get your
leg and thigh muscles good and loose, another thing it's no longer "she" cunt,
it's "it", remember how a slave refers to the Societies property and you'll feel
a lot less punishment. Before the exercise the three of you clean this place up
spotless, you have 15 minutes, be in position 2 when I return".
The three of use wiped up all the water and washed the mirror and sink. We were
all sitting with the soles of our feet together in a straight line facing the
door when slave mistress entered. After a quick inspection she dismissed Sandra
and Mimi to get ready and I was told to start my exercises.
With that I started my regular warm up routine, the floor was hard but at least
clean. I worked up a bit of a sweat getting warmed up and even earned a bit of
praise from Slave Mistress Joyce. She felt my ability to do a complete leg
split both from a sitting and standing position was going to be a big asset to
me. She was impressed that I could push my arms under my knees and pull back my
legs to my shoulders completely exposing my cunt and anus.
The arousal part of getting ready turned out to be a group effort. Sandra and
Mimi returned and as I squatted between Sandra's legs slowly licking her smooth
pussy, enjoying both the taste and aroma of her, my finger's gently pushed in
and out of her ass. Mimi lay on her back below me licking me and fucking my
ass. We traded places until all of us had been in each position. We were
warned of course not to allow the other to cum, which wasn't to hard with Mimi
since she wasn't very skilled at oral with a women.
I was then put in the inspection position so both of them could swath me with a
coating of scented oil. Their soft hands felt good on my body as they massaged
my entire body with the oil paying particular attention to my cunt and between
my ass cheeks. With that done Mimi used two fingers to lubricate my ass
throughly. Looking in the mirror my body seemed to glow with the oil, I felt
like a slave, looked like a slave, but could I truly sign the papers when the
time came.
I was taken by slave mistress, on my knees of course with her using my braid as
a leash, to the entrance to the floor, right in front of the elevator's. When
we stopped I came to position 3, which is standard kneeling for a slave just as
she had instructed me too earlier. I was then ordered to inspection position
right in front of the elevator doors.
"Now listen to me slave, the only one allowed to touch you before the signing is
me and Master Carl. You will not move because if you do I'll make sure you
won't forget again" showing me the electric prod. "To move will bring shame
onto Master Carl since he's your sponsor, just in case you don't realize this
he's near the top of the pecking order in the Society. Another thing, there
will be people that you know from your other life, you will not move when they
approach. Don't meet ANYONE'S gaze as they look you over and keep your eyes
open at all times. You'll notice some of them have slave collars on, if it's a
thin choker type then most likely they'll be watching or allowed to participate
in some manner. If it's a thick leather one like the one worn by Mimi or Sharon
then they'll be serving the member's tonight. Just so you know the thin one is
called the public collar and is to be worn at all times by property. If you
sign tonight then you'll be given one to wear and told when it's appropriate not
to wear one". With that I was left alone in the cold hall to await the first
guest.
