Chapter 3
I have been Master Rick's slave for three years now. Soon
after Master Rick had made me his I settled into my daily routine. When
I'm not entertaining either Master Rick or his friends I sleep in the
bottom of a cupboard, beneath a shelf with all my shoes and boots. Above
this shelf hang all my clothes. All my clothes, all my shoes and all the
bondage equipment I wear are white. Master Rick has decreed that white
is my color. My hair, now in a long ponytail, is always bleached white.
I wear high-heeled shoes 24/7, the stilettos never less than 6 inches
high and usually 7 inches or even higher. I am unable to stand
flatfooted anymore because I constantly wear high heels.
Every morning I get up two hours before Master Rick to prepare his
breakfast, lay out his clothes and such, just as I have to look good for
my Master. When at home I wear my little maids costume: white 7-inch
stilettos with locking ankle straps, a tiny little apron made of white
rubber, a white leather collar and a huge white rubber butt plug
protruding 8 inches out of my ass. The butt plug serves a dual purpose:
the protrusion makes it impossible for me to sit down, which is how it
should be. A lowly maid should never rest, but always work diligently at
serving her Master. The second purpose the butt plug serves is more
embarrassing. Master Rick loves to pound my ass with his enormous and
beautiful cock. He also loves to fist me with his massive hands and
arms. In fact he loves to shove things up my ass. The result is that my
sphincter no longer works and without the plug in place I would be
powerless to stop the shit from falling out of my ass. It also means
that the plug has to be large enough to stay in place without me
squeezing to keep it in. This in turn means that the plug regularly has
to be changed to a bigger size as my ass loosens gradually. A 10-inch
steel chain connects my shackled ankles and this chain is connected to a
steel band around my waist by another chain. My wrist are likewise
connected by a chain and this is connected both to the steel band around
my waist and to my collar, thus restricting my movements severely. But
I'm not complaining, Master Rick is only right when he insist that I
wear these chains. Once the chains are on only Master Rick can take them
off, since only he has the key. Every morning I put them on right after
I have toweled myself dry. I am allowed only cold showers as Master Rick
rightly tells that I am too worthless to be allowed to use hot water.
For showering and sleeping I wear plastic 7-inch stilettos.
When it is time to wake up Master Rick I anxiously proceed to his
bedroom. Here I cautiously crawl under the covers, careful not to let my
chains touch my Master's skin. I take his member into my mouth and begin
caressing his genitals ever so gently until he wakes up. Master Rick
then releases a flood of morning urine into my mouth and I am very
careful not to spill a single drop. Master Rick insists that not real
gentleman should have to get out of bed to take a piss. I am proud and
honored that he chooses to use me as his toilet and I savor every drop
of acrid urine he allows me to swallow. After drinking his urine I give
him the first blowjob of the day. Usually he grabs my head with both
hands and fucks my toothless face. I of course swallow with relish when
he cums, careful again not to spill a single drop. The few times I have
spilled his precious semen I have been severely punished. Once he has
cum he usually pushes me out of bed and orders me to: "Get to work, you
useless sissy-slut." I scamper into the kitchen and make the final
preparations for his breakfast and then I hurry into the bathroom so
that I am ready to towel him dry when he steps out of the shower.
While Master Rick enjoys his breakfast, I am also allowed to eat. While
Master Rick eats at the table I kneel in a corner of the kitchen where I
suck my nourishment out of a dildo mounted on the wall. It is a foul
smelling and tasting goo that I am ordered to brew about once a week. It
is made from the scraps of Master Rick's meals during the week with a
special "spice" added. This "spice" ensures that the goo tastes just
like shit mixed with semen. Again I must accept that I am a useless
slave not worth anything better.
My days are spent cleaning and cooking for Master Rick and his friends.
I am of course always available for abuse of one kind or another. On the
days that Master Rick is not in the apartment I finish my chores and
take up position right inside the door to await the arrival of my
beloved Master. When he is at home I prance around him like the airhead
I am, desperately trying to please him and always hoping that he will
use me in some way. I love giving head and when he enters my ass I
whimper with genuine lust.
About once a week Master Rick insists that I go shopping on my own.
There if no longer any chance that I should try to run away, I am
completely devoted to Master Rick and my conditioning is so complete
that I am unable to make decisions on my own. Besides were would I go
and what else would I do? I am a slave now and the only thing I am
capable of is being a toy for others. How could a worthless sissy-slave
like me possibly survive on her own? No, I am dependent on my Master. I
belong to him. When I go shopping I am naturally dressed somewhat
differently than usual. I still wear white stilettos with locking ankle
straps, but the locks are discrete, barely visible, whereas my normal
shoes have small padlocks on the ankle straps. My butt plug is still
huge but it doesn't protrude out of my ass as it normally does. Both the
butt plug and my chastised member behind its sanitary napkin are held in
place by white silk panties, insuring a smooth, feminine crotch. I wear
tight-fitting white skirts, sometimes mini-skirts, but usually skirts
ending just above the knee. The skirts I wear always cling to my body,
almost like second skin. Normally I wear very revealing white silk
shirts showing off my ample cleavage, but sometimes Master Rick makes me
wear tight-fitting halter-tops instead. These make my enormous tits
really stand out. The only reason for the shopping expeditions is to
humiliate me. Master Rick has almost all of his groceries delivered to
the door and the shopping list I am equipped with is minimal. The real
reason for the trips is for me feel humiliated and ashamed of what I am.
I look like a championship class female bodybuilder with one important
exception: my tits. The tits of female bodybuilders usually diminish
because of the hard training, but my tits are huge and remain so thanks
to a steady diet of hormones. And not only do I look like a very sexy
bodybuilder, I dress like a whore. My presence makes people turn their
heads and after they have ogled me, they turn to each other and whisper
about me. Quite often I am propositioned either on the street or in the
supermarket and I have become experienced at politely refusing. I am of
course not allowed to carry any money; so all groceries go on Master
Rick's tab. The owner of the supermarket is one of Master Rick's close
friends and he is allowed to do whatever he likes to me, and so often I
spend a considerable amount of time during these shopping trips on my
knees blowing him.
When I get back I am always humiliated and flustered with excitement and
it is necessary to change my sanitary napkin. I am always horny and
constantly leak pre-cum. After putting the groceries aside I change into
my regular maids uniform, with the exception of the shoes, which are of
course locked on my ankles.
Several times a week Master Rick takes me to parties of one kind or
another. Some are held in private homes, others in S&M-clubs. Usually I
am dressed only in stilettos and perhaps a corset. My hands are always
tied behind my back, usually in a back-prayer, and I am gagged. Master
Rick leads me by a leash, which is secured either to my collar or to my
chastity tube. Although there are usually other slaves present at these
gatherings, I always seem to draw most of the attention. There must be
some special attraction in dominating a muscular sissy-slave; because I
am always the one getting tortured the most. At first I hated being
tortured and humiliated, but Master Rick wanted me to react differently
and so I have been conditioned to perform, as he wants me to. Now I love
being a paintoy and torture turns me on in a big way, just as I love
being humiliated and dominated. There is one form of torture that turns
me on more than any other and that is having my breath cut off. While
being Master Rick's slave I have been allowed to cum only three times,
counting that first time he entered me, and each time it has been with
his beautiful cock up my ass and him strangling me. I have been so
completely conditioned to love this form of torture, that if my breath
is cut off for any reason I become mad with lust as well as panicky fear
for my life. Usually I am tortured in this way for a long time and to
the point where I loose control over my bladder and bowels (I of course
have to lick up my waste afterwards). And although it is forbidden for
slaves to beg, I usually succumb and plead for release after being
tortured like that for a good long while. For this I am naturally
punished even more.
Master Rick enjoys several vacations each year and he always goes alone.
While Master Rick is away one of his friends takes care of me. Master
Rick has a great variety of friends, with a great variety of sadistic
tastes. Master Robert for instance, has a large household, both slaves
and non-slaves. I was placed lowest in the hierarchy and I was
gang-banged for most of the weeks I stayed at his place. Master Robert
also didn't think I was important enough for him to buy even dog-food
for me, so my diet while staying with him consisted exclusively of
semen, urine and faces. I cried with relief when Master Rick came to
collect me. For this I was of course punished. Another of Master Rick's
acquaintances is Mistress Yoko. Mistress Yoko is of Japanese origin and
her special interest is ponies. She took care of me for 4 weeks, during
which I went through rigorous pony training. I was fitted with boots
that had hooves and didn't allow me to put my heel in the ground. My
arms were held in a back-prayer and a corset encircled my waist. My
giant tits were held by straps so that they didn't flop around when I
ran and a strap between my legs held my genitals in place with crushing
force. My mouth was bitted and I was equipped with blinders. Unlike most
of the other ponies, which Mistress Yoko used to drag little sulkies
with, I was used more like a horse with Mistress Yoko riding my back. It
was 4 very demanding weeks. Every day she either trained my, ensuring
that every step was a high step, or she rode me until I collapsed. At
night I slept standing up with a pole going into my ass. Mistress Yoko
rightly pointed out that horses slept standing up, so why should I lie
down? Even though she rode me very hard, I liked being dominated by
Mistress Yoko and I have sometimes since then thought fondly of my time
with her.
But still I love being Master Rick's little fucktoy. Even though every
day is hard and demanding and I get punished for the smallest
infractions and I am constantly horny and have only the smallest of
hopes of sexual release, I look forward to very little touch by Master
Rick no matter how cruel. Every little glance in my direction fills me
with love and lust for Master Rick and I work as hard as I possibly can
at pleasing him.
