Feeding Time

By Richard Brooks

       I wasn’t sure how long it had been since the last time Mistress had come to check on me.  In the constant darkness of the basement, I often lose track of time.

       I was curled up in my cage, sleeping fitfully.  My collar rubbed uncomfortably against my skin.  My cock strained against the rubber sheath that I was forced to wear under the chastity belt which was rarely removed.  My hands were sweating in my latex opera gloves and I could not remove them because my wrist shackles were locked tightly over them.

       I heard the sounds of my Mistresses’ boot heels as she crossed the floor above me and then the door to the basement opened.  I heard her coming down the stairs and the oily light of a single bare bulb suddenly filled the room.  I squinted against the brightness after being in the dark for so long.  It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust and then I saw her.  She was wearing a black, leather dress; tight and sleeveless.  She wore elbow length, black, leather gloves and a pair of black, leather, knee-high boots with a low heel.  She was holding a tray.

       ‘Hi, puppy,’ she cooed.  ‘How’s my good boy today?’

       ‘Good, Mommy,’ I replied.

       ‘Oh, good,’ she said, crossing the room and setting the tray down on top of my cage.

       She picked up a key ring from the tray and unlocked the trapdoor in the top of my cage.  When I sat up on my knees, I was just the right height to stick my head out through the small opening.

       ‘Sit up, puppy, she said. ‘It’s feeding time.’

       I did as I was told and popped my head out through the trapdoor in the top of my cage.  On the tray I saw a small plate with a mud pie sitting in the center.  There was an empty salad bowl, an empty pint glass, and an ashtray with three cigarette butts and their ashes in it.

       Mistress crossed the mostly empty cellar and came back with a five gallon bucket and a pair of pink, rubber, rain boots.  She set the bucket down and removed the cover.  Inside were scraps of rubber and leather; the remnants of several old pairs of shoes, boots, and gloves.  Mistress called these my puppy snacks and she delighted in making me eat them.  Often she would remind me of where certain scraps came from as I chewed on them.

       Mistress reached into the bucket and pulled out a handful of the shredded material which she placed in the salad bowl on my dinner tray.  I could see pieces of red leather that I recognized as part of a shoe.  There was half a sweat stained insole from an old pair of canvas sneakers that mistress had once owned.  I saw the finger from an old, green leather glove and the cuff from a rubber surgical glove.

       ‘Doesn’t that look yummy, puppy?’She asked.

       ‘Yes, Mommy,’ I said.  ‘Thank you.’

       Next she picked up the rubber rain boot and filled the pint glass with water from inside the boot.  It had been marinating in there since the last time she’d fed me, absorbing the flavors of the boot.  The water had turned grey and I could see bits of dirt and insole floating in the glass.

       Mistress picked up the key ring again and unlocked the trapdoor in the side of my cage.  When I was on my knees with my head poking out the top, this door gave her direct access to my locked up cock.

       I felt the soft leather of her gloves brush my stomach, and then she unlocked my chastity belt.  Being so close to her, smelling her perfume and leather, caused my seldom freed cock to instantly spring to full attention.  She removed the rubber penis sheath and the feeling of the latex (slick with my pre-cum) sliding across my rock hard member was almost enough to make me shoot a load.  I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had an orgasm that my Mistress hadn’t ruined.

       She brought her face very close to mine.  I could feel her breath.  She licked her lips and then she licked mine.  My cock was throbbing with anticipation.

       ‘I want you to touch it,’ she said.  ‘You know the rules: no cumming.’

       I wrapped my hand around my cock and slowly started masturbating.  The sensation was so intense after weeks in chastity that I could barely remain on my knees.

       ‘Now,’ my Mistress said: ‘Let’s get you fed.’

       She picked up the plate with the mud pie on it and brought it very close to her face.  She looked deeply into my eyes and starting spitting onto the plate.  I whimpered as I watched her saliva spread over the mud pie.  She spit three times and then put the plate back down in front of me.  She picked up a fork and scooped a mouthful of the disgusting mixture from the plate.

       ‘Open wide,’ she said and I obeyed.

       The mixture of mud and spit made me gag, but I chewed and swallowed as was expected of me.

       ‘Good boy,’ my Mistress said before feeding me another sickening bite.  A few minutes later, the plate was empty.  She held it up and made me lick clean the last remnants.

       ‘Now,’ she said, ‘ready for your puppy treats?’

       ‘Yes, Mommy,’ I replied.

       ‘Good,’ she said, ‘but not before we add the special sauce.’

       She picked up the bowl of leather and rubber scraps and held it in front of my hard cock.  She gently pushed my hand away and started stroking me herself.  Within seconds I was ready to cum, but she teased me for a while, keeping me on edge and delighting in my suffering.  Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, she gave me permission to shoot my load, but at the last second she let go of my twitching member, ruining my orgasm.  I looked down through the bars and watched as the cum oozed out of my tortured cock and onto the scraps in the bowl.

       ‘Good boy,’ Mistress laughed as she began feeding me from the bowl.  First she fed me the scrap of green leather.  I chewed it for several minutes before swallowing.  Next she made me eat the cuff from the rubber glove, then the red scraps that I had recognized as old shoe leather.  I remembered the shoes as being kitten-heeled Mary Janes.  Finally, she fed me the insole.  It was black with years of sweat and tasted heavily of the rubber sole to which it had been attached years ago.

       Mistress picked up the ashtray and walked a few feet away from my cage to a chair.  She sat down, placed the ashtray on the arm of the chair and lit a cigarette.

       ‘You’re such a good boy, puppy,’ she said.  ‘I love the way that you’re so obedient; eating so many nasty things for me and never complaining.  Not that it would matter.  Just think, someday the entire outfit I’m wearing right now will be in that bucket and you’ll get the chance to eat all this buttery, soft leather.’

       As she spoke, I could tell she was getting turned on by my obedience and humiliation.  Her gloved hand traced her inner thigh absentmindedly as she fantasized about endless years of forcing me to consume disgusting, inedible things.  She pulled at the hem of her dress and I could see she wasn’t wearing any panties.  She reached up under her dress and began stroking her pussy.  Watching her from inside my cage, my cock grew hard once again.  I watched as she writhed and moaned her way through several orgasms.  When she was satisfied, she stood up and walked back to my cage.  She held out the hand that she had been masturbating with.  I could see her pussy juice glistening on the leather.

       ‘Lick,’ she commanded and I obeyed, relishing the flavor.

       After a few minutes she pulled the hand away and reached for her key ring again.  She unlocked the front door to my cage and ordered me out.  I crawled through the opening and waited on my hands and knees.

       Mistress walked back to the corner where she’d gotten my snack bucket and the rain boots from earlier.  I heard her rustling around in the shadows for a minute and then she came back to where I was kneeing.

       ‘Sit up on your knees,’ she said and I did.

       In one hand she was holding the ashtray which now held four cigarette butts and their ashes.  In her other hand she was holding a white, latex hood, completely smooth except for two holes where my nostrils would be once it was on my head.

       ‘Tip your head back,’ she said.  I did and she emptied the ashtray into my mouth. 

       ‘Don’t swallow until I tell you to,’ she said and then she pulled the rubber hood over my head.  The ashes and cigarette butts tasted horrible; bitter and stale, but with the hood covering my face, I couldn’t spit them out.

       ‘Touch your cock,’ she ordered and I did.

       ‘No cumming.’

       I knelt there, mouth full of ashes and cigarette butts, masturbating for the amusement of my Mistress.  I’m not sure how much time passed.  I could feel myself sweating in the rubber hood. Finally, I was given the order to swallow.  I obeyed and Mistress removed the mask.  She handed me the pint glass of grey boot water.

       ‘Drink.  All of it.’

       I raised the glass to my lips and took a swallow.  The water smelled like sweaty feet and tasted like rubber.  I paused to gag briefly and then continued drinking.  The last gulp was filled with floating bits of rubber and dirt.  Mistress laughed at the face I made as I swallowed the filth.  She took the glass from me, walked back to her chair, and sat down.

       ‘Crawl over here and lick my boots,’ she said.

       The boots were dusty and smelled heavily of leather.  I licked slowly with wide, flat strokes of my tongue.  Mistress sat contentedly and purred at my degradation.

       ‘Don’t forget the bottoms,’ she said at one point.

       I knelt lower and started licking her boot soles.  There was a patch of dried mud there and I began working desperately to lick it away.  After a few minutes, Mistress asked: ‘Having some trouble, puppy?’

       ‘Yes, Mommy.  I can’t get this dried mud off,’ I replied.

       Mistress reached down, unzipped her boot, and slipped it off.  Instantly my nostrils were filled with the smell of sweaty leather.  She lifted the boot to her face and spit on the dried mud.

       ‘Maybe that will help,’ she laughed, handing me the boot.

       As I gingerly licked at her spit, she removed her other boot and then got up and crossed the room again.  Again I heard her rustling around in the shadows and again she returned with a new way to torture me – a rubber body bag.

       She spread the bag out on the floor and unzipped it.  ‘Get in.’ she said.

       I climbed inside and she stood over me, straddling the bag.  I could see her shaved pussy as I looked up from the floor.  And then she pissed on me; a hot, steady stream that splattered across my chest and stomach and then slowly started to pool in the rubber bag beneath me.  When she was finished, she zipped up the bag, leaving only my head exposed.  The rubber was form fitting, tight against my skin.  I could feel her piss sloshing around with me in the bag.  She opened a small pocket in the front and pulled out my hard cock.

       ‘You’ve been such a good boy today that I’m going to give you a reward before I leave you.’

       She opened an unlubricated condom and rolled it down over my shaft.  Then she straddled me and slipped my hard cock into her pussy.  She started riding me enthusiastically while warning me not to cum.  It took all my concentration, but I held back my orgasm while she enjoyed herself.  Finally, after she had gotten her fill, she rolled off.  She peeled the condom from my cock and tossed it into my snack bucket.

       ‘You can enjoy that later,’ she said. ‘Just imagine how good my dried up cunt juice is going to taste on that rubber.’

       She stood up and walked back over to my cage.  I could see sweaty footprints on the concrete from the thin nylon socks that she was wearing.  She peeled one of them off and dropped it into one of the rain boots.

       ‘That should add some flavor to your next beverage,’ she giggled.

       She picked up the rubber hood and one of her boots and came back to where I was laying on the floor, marinating in her piss.  She pulled the hood back over my head and then placed her boot over my face.  Since the mask only had holes for my nostrils, I was forced to inhale the stench.  I could smell rubber mixed with leather and foot sweat.  My cock began to twitch.  I was desperate for an orgasm.

       Suddenly, I felt the soft leather of her gloves on my cock again.  She teased me briefly and then began to stroke me vigorously.  I couldn’t help myself and came almost immediately.  Once again she pulled her hand away at the last minute and left me groaning in frustration at another ruined orgasm.  As I lay there, practically in tears, I felt her slip my cock sheath back on and then lock my chastity belt over it.  She pushed my cock back into the rubber body bag and closed up the small front pocket.

       I heard her gather her things and start towards the stairs.

       ‘I’ll be back in a few days, puppy,’ she said.  ‘You should be comfortable in that rubber sack until then.  I’ll turn the heat up so you get a nice sweat.’

       I heard the furnace click on and the light click off.

       She was probably halfway up the stairs when she said: ‘Your next meal is going to be a can of dog food garnished with my toenails.  I can’t wait to make you eat it.’