Chapter 3 - A Morning With Mistress Lisa
When I had finished typing out the story of my humiliation at the hands of
Mistress Lisa and her fellow Mistresses, my day in the total possession of
Mistress Lisa began in earnest. I was still stark naked and my nude body still
bore the signs of my previous night's treatment. My face and chest was stained
with dried cum, 'SLAVE' was still written on my chest in lipstick, and my entire
body was sticky from all the drinks that had been poured over me. My body ached
and there were still red marks on me from the spankings and the cock torture
that I had been subjected to. I dearly needed to rest, to gather my thoughts,
to prepare myself for the torment which I knew was to come - but Mistress Lisa
clearly had no intention of letting me rest.
Despite my predicament, I could not help but be aroused by Mistress Lisa as she
prepared for the day. Clad only in a white bra and panties, she wandered around
the house, smiling at her slave kneeling on the floor, my face pressed to the
carpet. She strolled across the room to the conservatory overlooking the garden
and watched the torrential rain as it pelted against the window.
"I think you need to get cleaned up, don't you, slave," she said, playing with
her hair coquettishly, knowing the effect this was having on me. The sight of
my Mistress Lisa, looking down intently at me with her beautiful brown eyes, an
impish smile on her lips, her brown hair falling onto her bare shoulders, the
white lingerie contrasting so perfectly with her perfect brown skin, was so
arousing. Even though I knew how cruel Mistress Lisa was to be with me, I could
not prevent a rock hard erection from developing.
Mistress Lisa continued, "Get out in the garden, puppy, and let the rain wash
your filthy body clean. I don't see why I should use valuable hot water on
you."
"Yes, Mistress Lisa," I replied and dutifully crawled on my hands and knees to
the glass door leading into the garden. Rain poured down the window and was
being blown across the garden in sheets by the cold wind.
"You want to go outside, pup," smiled Mistress Lisa, "Then beg to go outside."
Even though going outside in that filthy weather was the last thing I wanted to
do, I got onto my knees, raised my hands in front of my chest like a puppy on
its hind legs, and whimpered like a dog to be allowed out. After a minute of
this, during which Mistress Lisa watched me with amusement, my Mistress patted
me on the head and opened the door for me. A blast of cold air and rain hit my
naked body.
I crawled out on my hands and knees across the wet paving stones into the
garden. The rain pelted down on me and soon I was soaked from head to toe, the
cold rain beating down on my naked body. The combination of the biting cold
wind and the rain chilled me to the bone, causing my skin to be covered in goose
pimples. I crawled into the centre of the lawn, turned to face the house and
stood up, legs apart and arms outstretched. Then I stood there, motionless and
exposed to the elements, while the rain beat down on me in torrents. My hair
was soaked and dripping, rain poured in rivulets down my face, droplets of cold
water trickled down all over my bare skin.
Inside the warm house, I could see Mistress Lisa making herself breakfast,
keeping an eye on me, then settling down in a wicker chair in the conservatory
to eat, watching me standing in the garden as she did so. She had a leisurely
breakfast, all the while keeping herself amused with my humiliation as I stood
in the garden, being pelted with rain, chilled to the bone.
After what must have been about 5-10 minutes, Mistress Lisa opened the
conservatory door, clapped her hands and called, "Here, pup. Come on in."
Gratefully, I fell to my hands and knees. The grass was cold and wet against my
naked skin. As quickly as I could, I crawled back into the warm house. I was
soaking wet and shivering. I am ashamed to say that my cock was still erect.
I was made to shake myself dry in the covered entrance into the house before I
was allowed in. Mistress Lisa motioned me with her finger to follow her, and I
did, following My Mistress's feet as she led me through the house to the
kitchen. Snapping her fingers, Mistress Lisa ordered me to my usual
subservient position in her presence: on all fours, face to the floor, my ass in
the air.
"Are you hungry, slave?" Mistress Lisa asked, "I bet you are. I bet you want
something nice and warm inside you, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Lisa," I replied, my face resting on the cold linoleum floor of
the kitchen.
"Well, let's see what we've got," Mistress Lisa said and began to look in the
various cupboards, "Mmmmm ... no dog food, unfortunately, so we'll have to
improvise. We don't want to waste good food on you, do we, slave."
I heard pots and pan rattle and Mistress Lisa crouched down over me, grabbing my
hair and lifting my head up. She was holding a saucepan in which there was a
cold stodgy lump of oatmeal.
"How would you like that, slave?" laughed Mistress Lisa, "Sorry it's a day or
two old but there's lots of protein." Saying that, she scraped the oatmeal into
a large dog's bowl and placed it on the floor. "Thank you, Mistress Lisa," I
said as she did so.
I crawled to the bowl and lowered my face to it. I took a bite of the oatmeal.
It was cold, dry and unappetising. With difficulty, I chewed it and swallowed
it. I was obviously eating too slowly for my Mistress's liking for I
immediately felt her bare foot on the back of my head, forcing my face into the
thick mess. Raising my face out to eat some more, globs of oatmeal dropped onto
the floor which I was ordered to lick up before eating any more from the bowl.
I began to pick at the oatmeal once more, taking mouthful after mouthful and
reluctantly swallowing it.
I had taken about five mouthfuls and the bowl was still more than three-quarters
full when a shadow moved across the bowl and I was aware of Mistress Lisa
crouching over my head. "How rude I am, slave, " chuckled Mistress Lisa from
above me, "I promised you a nice hot meal and also you need some liquid to help
that down. Now how can I do both the most efficiently?" And saying that, she
laughed.
As I lowered my head into the bowl once more, I felt warm liquid trickle onto
the back of my head and flow down my hair and cheeks into the bowl. Mistress
Lisa was crouching over me, peeing over my head and into the bowl. Her pee
began to fill the bowl with a mixture of oatmeal and urine. "Thank you,
Mistress Lisa," I coughed as the pee flowed over me.
I felt so degraded and humiliated as I began to slurp Mistress Lisa's urine from
the bowl and chew the oatmeal, now soaked through with piss. But like the slut
I was, I was so aroused by this treatment and I longed to play with myself and
cum. But I did not dare - I knew what my punishment would be.
Soon Mistress Lisa had emptied her bladder over me and stood up to admire her
handiwork. How foolish I must have looked to her: stark naked, crouched on her
kitchen floor, wolfing down oatmeal soaked in pee, my face smeared with dried
oatmeal and with rivulets of piss running down it.
Eventually, I was finished and the bowl was empty. Mistress Lisa ordered me to
clean the bowl with my tongue to make sure that every morsel of oatmeal and
every drop of urine was gone before she moved the bowl to the corner of the
kitchen. I was then ordered to kneel before my Mistress, hands clasped behind
my back.
"Did you enjoy your main course, little puppy," laughed Mistress Lisa as she
stood over me. "Yes Mistress," I stammered, "Very much so." Mistress Lisa ran
her eyes over my body and I blushed as she hesitated, staring at my erect cock
dripping precum.
"Did you like the taste of my pee?" Mistress Lisa asked. "Yes, Mistress Lisa, "
I mumbled, humiliating at having to admit it, "I loved it, Mistress Lisa. Thank
you for peeing on me and letting me taste your pee."
"You really are a submissive little slut, aren't you, slave," she chuckled, " No
matter what I do to you, your cock just gets harder and harder. You are going
to be quite the challenge. I must find some way to humiliate you that doesn't
get you even more excited." Mistress Lisa's foxy smile lit up her face and she
looked at me, "You do enjoy being humiliated by you, don't you pup?"
"Yes, Mistress," I mumbled, head lowered, "I love being humiliated by you."
"Good," Mistress Lisa said, " Because I've not finished with you yet, not by a
long way. Stand up, we need to get you cleaned off."
As I stood, Mistress Lisa grabbed me tightly by the ear and pulled me over to
the washbasin, forcing my head into it. The metal of the basin was cold against
my bare skin. Pushing my head under the faucet, Mistress Lisa turned on the
cold water to full. I jumped in surprise as the cold water gushed over my head,
washing some of the oatmeal stuck in my hair off. Gasping for breath in the
torrent, I felt Mistress Lisa push a rough washcloth into my face, rubbing my
face to remove the stains of oatmeal and piss that still covered it. I coughed
and spluttered as Mistress Lisa held my head under the stream of cold water and
washed my face.
After about thirty seconds, the tap was turned off and Mistress Lisa lifted my
head from the basin. "Thank you, Mistress," I spluttered as I gasped for air.
Roughly Mistress Lisa took a towel and dried my face before ordering me once
more to my knees before her. I knelt there, breathing heavily, my cock still
erect despite my latest humiliations.
Mistress Lisa looked at me quietly for a while as I knelt there, awaiting her
next torments. Then suddenly, she snapped, "On your back, slave, arms by your
side." Quickly, I obeyed and lay on the kitchen floor, looking up at my
Mistress, staring down at me imperiously. How beautiful my Mistress looked,
still clad only in a white bra and panties, her lustrous brown hair cascading
onto her lightly tanned shoulders.
Slowly, and to my astonishment, Mistress Lisa began to lower her panties down
her legs. I watched entranced as she slipped them off and flicked them across
the room with her foot. I could not help gazing at her wonderful shapely bottom
and perfect pussy. I fought an almost irresistible urge to play with myself at
the sight
As I watched, Mistress Lisa moved closer to me, aware of how uncomfortable the
sight of her bare bottom was making me. She stood above me, one foot each side
of my head, and looked down and smiled, "Take a deep breath, slave."
Saying that, Mistress Lisa slowly lowered her bottom down onto my face.
Helpless to resist, I watched as the two beautiful rounded orbs of her ass
cheeks came closer and closer and then covering my face. I could feel my
Mistress' weight shifting onto my face, the soft skin pressing against me, and
smell her feminine muskiness enveloping me. I could feel her pubes on my mouth,
tasting my Mistress.
As Mistress Lisa lowered herself onto me, I felt her wriggle slightly, getting
comfortable, oblivious to my discomfort and sexual longing. I felt her thighs
against the side of my face and her hands stroking my chest, and heard my
Mistress' musical giggle as she nestled herself down on me.
I knew what I had to. My tongue began to lick at her pussy and I felt her
wetness on my face. Mistress Lisa began to move her bottom slowly, kneading my
face, grinding her pussy into my mouth. As I licked, I felt Mistress Lisa
playing with my nipples between her fingers, squeezing them, pinching them. I
heard my Mistress moan as my tongue flicked her beautiful clitoris.
How proud I was to serve my Mistress when, after 5 minutes or so, I made her
come. I felt my Mistress' body shake and her wetness cover my mouth and smear
across my face. I was so pleased I had fulfilled my Mistress and hoped she
would reward me.
Once she had come, Mistress Lisa stood and ordered me to stand, hands behind my
back, facing her. My cock was by now red and inflamed, with precum pouring out
of it. I was so desperate to cum.
"Well done, slave," purred Mistress Lisa, putting her panties back on" You have
pleased your Mistress. And as a reward, I will allow you to come." Saying
that, Mistress Lisa lifted my bowed head up with one finger beneath my chin and
stared into my eyes. She was so beautiful. Smiling, she cupped her hands and
lowered them to groin level, "Now slave, I want you to toss yourself off into my
hands. And make sure you don't spill a drop."
"Yes Mistress," I said and grasped my sore rock hard cock between my fingers,
pointing the head into the cup formed by Mistress Lisa's hands. How humiliated
I felt as I began to stroke myself.
It only took a few quick strokes and I felt myself cumming. My knees shook and
I moaned as I pumped out a stream of thick cum into my Mistress' hands. " Get
every last drop, slut," smiled my Mistress as I squeezed my shaft, shaking my
cock to get every last drop out.
"Very good, slave," Mistress Lisa laughed, "Quite the load." I looked at the
thick sticky pool of semen in my Mistress' hands.
"Now on your knees, puppy," Mistress Lisa ordered, "And lick my hands clean."
Obediently, I fell to my knees and Mistress Lisa lowered her spunk-filled hands,
offering them to me. I lowered my head into her hands and began to lick and
slurp at the salty sticky mess, drinking it down. Soon, the large pool of cum
had gone but my task was not yet completed. My Mistress' fingers were still
sticky from my cum. I could see strands of semen between her fingers, globules
dangling from her hand. Carefully, I licked and sucked each of her fingers,
tasting my cum on them, licking the palm of her hand.
Soon Mistress Lisa's hands were clean. Satisfied, she smiled and wiped her
hands dry of my saliva on my hair. She looked down on me silently. I knelt
there, still tasting my own cum on my lips, my cock once more erect as the
result of the degradation I had just been subjected to.
"Well, slave," Mistress Lisa said at last, "Quite a morning!" She paused and
continued, "But it's late and I must get dressed. And once I'm dressed, I think
I shall have some more fun with you."
"Yes, Mistress," I said and braced myself for whatever new humiliations were to
come.
