Throughout the day I required him to urinate and defecate in his bed in order to prepare it for his evening rest. However upon awaking he is required to drain the tub clean it and shower in it. By no means is he permitted to leave his bedroom without being clean and fresh smelling for me his Mistress. He tried it once and as a punishment prepared himself a breakfast of toast that he soaked in his bathtub. I sat there and watched him ingest each morsel and stared in his eyes to observe his obedience and humiliation. He needed to understand the discomfort that he causes me when not cleanly. Today however my slave so far has been well behaved. I have walked out of my bedroom to find him at the door asking permission to begin the straightening of my room. My=2 0slave as always is nude. He is not permitted to wear clothing unless he is running my errands or cleaning my home. When running my errands he wears woman's clothing or little girls clothing depending on my mood. I specifically enjoy watching him pick up my dry cleaning and doing my grocery shopping while wearing fishnets and spiked heels looking like a tranny hooker.

I also keep close by him in public places so I can give me subtle hand commands demanding him to either drop and cry like a child on the floor or sit down a bark like a dog. During this I pretend to be a stranger and am horrified and offended by his actions and quite often scream that he obviously needs professional help.  My slave as always is nude. He is not permitted to wear clothing unless he is running my errands or cleaning my home. When running my errands he wears woman's clothing or little girls clothing depending on my mood. I specifically enjoy watching him pick up my dry cleaning and doing my grocery shopping while wearing fishnets and spiked heels looking like a tranny hooker. I also keep close by him in public places so I can give me subtle hand commands demanding him to either drop and cry like a child on the floor or sit down a bark like a dog. During this I pretend to be a stranger and am horrified and offended by his actions and quite often scream that he obviously needs professional help.

After he finishes the straightening of my room, he immediately goes into the kitchen to prepare my meal and heat my tea. I like my tea at a specific temperature. When it is too hot he is punished. Today is one of those days. I feel the cup after he serves it to me at the table and the cup is much too hot to the touch. My punish, I simply throw it on his cock and balls without warning and begin screaming, “It is never to be this hot you fucking little cunt pig!” Then I order him onto the floor and while he is laying on the floor, I dump the rest of the kettle on him. Through screams of pain I laugh and tell him he is a worthless whore and should have done it properly the first time.

Furthermore I tell him to stop acting like a pussy and be a better slave while I step on his testicles and crush them with the heel of my shoe for being so loud early in the morning. Through his punishments he looks me in my eyes and through wimpers and apologies, he replies, “I’m sorry Mistress”. I excuse him from my presence and make him start my entire breakfast over. After breakfast he begins the cleaning since he is also required to keep my home immaculate. Every day he cleans. While doing my bidding today I dress the little tramp in a French maid’s outfit. He wears cute little peek-a-boo bottom panties with a hole cut out in the back. The reason for the hole you may ask? I enjoy having a butt plug with a cute squiggly piggy tail at the end of it. It’s rather amusing to see him bend over on my floor scrubbing with a squiggly tail peeking through his girly panties and French maid’s dress. It simply tickles me pink to see him say, “Yes Mistress” in his outfit with a feather duster in hand. His cleaning chores vary but I always require him to pay specific attention to my kitchen and bathroom and of course to always have my dog's wee-wee pad clean. When my dog shits, which is usually twice a day, he is required to pick the shit up with his mouth one piece at a time and crawl over to the toilet on his hands and knees and put it in20there. If for some reason my dog isn’t feeling well and has diarrhea, piggy piggy is required to lick up the dripping dog shit till my floors is clean. While cleaning my bathroom and kitchen he is required to scrub everything with a toothbrush, his toothbrush. After doing his cleaning he is required to brush his teeth using it. When it's my turn to brush my teeth,piggy must kneel in front of me with his mouth wide open so I may use it as my sink. More often than not I miss of course and leave globs of toothpaste and spit covering his pathetic face.

Soon after the guests start to arrive and where is little piggy piggy? As always, he is greeting my guests as a door mat at the front door while I kiss them on their cheeks and request that they wipe their feet. Each guest enters and thanks me for the invite and wipes their feet on him. They then remove their shoes for cleaning and he cleans their shoes with him tongue to ensure they don't track dirt or mud through the house. Once all of my guests arrive we decide to play so fun games with piggy piggy. I tie him up, blindfold him, and begin the session of cock and ball torture. With my guest watching, I enjoy tying his cock and balls up and sticking safety pins through each of his balls. As I’m tying them up today, I am ensuring to do it really really tight. The skin is taught and tight and extra sensitive. Once he’s fully restrained and tied, I sit him in the middle of the room. My guest and I then take turns putting nipple clamps on his nipples and clothes pins where there aren’t already pins going through his balls. My guests especially love kicking him in the balls randomly. This time he’s once again not taking it as a man like he should and the further punishment will soon begin. He is required to take it like a man and not scream and due to the randomness he quite frequently is screaming. Poor little pussy can’t take a bit of fun. This is a great game to play with piggy piggy because of the randomness. I always know when he’s about to get kicked and will scream so I sit very close to him and as he screams I back hand him and spit in his face and call him a piggy piggy whore.

After my guests and I are tire of the cock and ball torture, I keep him blindfolded and begin the whippings. I whip his back and bottom and then pour rubbing alcohol in his open welts.He is then made to lay flat on his back and we use him as a carpet. At this point, we are tired of seeing him and we order him to sit it the corner with a dunce cap on and not look at us. That doesn’t last too long since I need to use the bathroom and so does one of my guests. I call for piggy to come out of the corner and assist my friend in the bathroom. I put piggy on the leash a nd my friend and I walk piggy piggy into the bathroom. House rule is the door stays open and we all congregate outside to watch. I go to the bathroom first while having my slave sitting obediently in front of me waiting to be my toilet whore. I finish and get up and have him lap up the urine off of me. I turn around and have my polish my asshole with his tongue till it practically shines and not a trace of fecal matter remains around my tight brown shit hole. My friend takes his turn next. He is a rather big guy standing about 6’4. He takes down his pants and sits on the toilet. The odor my guest omits from his ass quickly fills the bathroom. He rises from the toilet and piggy begins to clean his asshole with his tongue just as a good little piggy would. My friend stands over him squatting so his asshole is in my slaves face as piggy piggy sniffs his shit and licks till its clean. My slave tries to get up and my guest says not yet and drops his sweaty balls in piggy’s mouth for a thorough cleaning. Piggy licks and laps and my guest’s cock grows increasingly hard. Little piggy keeps lapping and lapping with his submissive eyes looking up. I order piggy to begin sucking my guest off and while piggy still has a mouthful of cock I tell the two of them to follow me and the other guests back into the living room. Once we’re all there I make my little slave whore continue to blow my guest and have the rest of the men circling around the little fucking slut so he can be their bukakki whore. Seven of my guests begin jerking off and stroking their cocks as the little fucking slut sucks harder and gets it deeper in his throat.

I hear gagging noises and spit in his face while my friends continue to whack off smacking their cocks into his face. My guests no longer able to hold back begin to shoot cum all over the little twat getting it in his hair, eyes, all over his face and it drips down forming puddles around his lips and hanging by thick long white strands from the tip of his nose to his neck. He is so covered in cum that he glistens and sparkles with white globs of hot sticky goo. My original guest finishes the circle by blowing a big load in his mouth. My slave opens his mouth to show me how full of jizz it is. Before he is allowed to swallow he must swirl it around his mouth and look at me and say, “Thank you Mistress.” I laugh and spit a huge glob of spit in his piggy face and grant him permission to down that great big load of spunk. After he’s filled with cum on the inside and outside and looks like a white plastered pig ,"like the ones you see on neighbors lawns", we pull his cock and balls between his legs and put them in a pants hanger, once they are secure in it we take turns smacking them with a metal ruler and shoving ice cubes up h is ass and spitting and pissing in his face. It's been a fun but long day and as my guests begin to leave poor piggy piggy must kneel by the door waiting for each one to pass and thank them for their loads of delicious cum, spit piss and shit.

After my guests leave, it's time for a little personal recreation and I take him to the back yard to practise my golf swing.First I put his penis in a cock ring to keep it hard and then insert a tee into the tip of his penis and continue to hit golf balls off of him. I do this for several hours quite frequently standing on him and digging my cleats into him.When I am finished I take off my sweaty socks and muddy cleats and hand then to him for cleaning. He replies, “Yes Mistress Victoria, thank you Mistress Victoria” and pursues proper cleaning of them with his tongue. In and out of the grooves between each little cleat his tongue slithers till the bottoms shine. He them follows by shoving both of my socks in his mouth. After hitting balls for a few hours I am so hot and sweaty and sweat is dripping from each of my armpits and between my toes. I call my whore over and demand that he clean them with his tongue. I shove his face deep inside each of my armpits and rub his nose all over them letting him slowly savor the aroma. I watch how the stubble rubs prickly over his lips as he begins to lick. Lapping eac h one over and over till they are both clean and odor free.This procedure is repeated on my equally sweaty smelly feet till they are spotless as well.By this point piggy's mouth smells like a cesspool and must crawl to his bathroom ,use his filthy toothbrushand have a fresh gargle of my finest piss.

I am quite hungry now and ready for another meal and have him prepare mine. For this I make him wear a tall chef hat and speak in the same voice as Julia Childs. My slave is an incredible chef so I have him prepare me the finest of food and as he cooks it he recites how to do so as if he was on a cooking show. He serves me my meal at which point I have him under the table sitting next to my dog. After I finish my meal, he is allowed to scavenger the garbage to eat whatever scraps are in there including old canned dog food potato peeling and broken egg shells. But he can only retrieve them as a dog would. Before bed I generally relax and allow my slave to rub my feet,kissing each one and express how grateful he is for having such a perfect Mistress. Tonight I even pet him and tell him what a good little slut he was for his Mistress. As he walks away after my dismissal, I hurl an object at him and tell him to do even better tomorrow because he is still a piece of shit in my eyes and the eyes of the world. That is my little whore and just day in his life..........to be continued

 And Ideal Day with Mistress Zoe

Written by:
Slave

The slave will be kept at night in his cage in the bathroom. He will be gagged at night so that he may not call out for mercy,and when he misbehaves he will sleep with a plug in his ass and a tight cock ring on. the slave will wake to the sound of an old fashioned painfully loud alarm. The alarm will ring in his ear for an hour and a half until Mistress Zoe awakes and arrives to turn it off. his mouth will serve as Mistress Zoe's toilet and sink. he would eagerly swallow whatever it was lucky enough to receive; Her beautiful golden shower, the toothpaste she spit from her mouth, and the glorious brown shit that She might grant him the privilege of bobbing for in the toilet. If he failed to consume every last drop, the left overs would serve as his lunch.


He will then receive his morning caning bent over his cage while gagged and plugged. After he receives 20 strokes he will be ungagged to say "Thank you Mistress," unplugged and will enter the shower on all fours. he will be hosed off with cold water and when he exits his cock ring will be removed and he will shiver on all fours on the bathroom floor while his Mistress enjoys Her shower. When he exits he will kneel before her and dry Her off. he will follow Her to the kitchen where he will be leashed to the table. She will prepare Her breakfast and when She is finished eating he will lick Her plate and She will reward him with scraps that She puts under the table. he will then fetch Mistress's shoes and place them on her feet after kissing every inch of them. This is his greatest privilege. She will hang on his nipple weights, attach a Chastity belt, and clothespin his tongue before leaving to go shopping with money from his savings.

When She leaves he will clean the entire house, including his cage where he is forced to relieve himself at night, and then write his rules ten times each on lined paper in his cage. He will write his line of the day, " I am a worthless little dick slave. I do not deserve My Mistress. " 100 times, and he will place it on his Mistress' desk. He will then crawl to the door and wait kneeling in the corner, his nose never leaving the wall, until She returns. Because his Mistress had a bad day shopping, She will enter and insert the inflatable butt plug. He will begin to sweat as She makes it bigger and bigger. She will get out the whip and give him 30 lashes because it pleases Her. After She is done he will crawl behind Her and get on all fours in front of the couch, the plug still in, and be Her foot rest as She sits. She will allow him his bowl of water and bowl of canned meat in his cage after wards.

His evening meal will be replaced with a brutal punishment because he misspelled two words in his daily lines, and the Mistress is very displeased. She will lead him to Her punishment room and lock him into the stocks. He will be whipped 30 times and each lash must be followed by his line "I am a worthless little dick slave" She will then lead him to the St. Andrews cross where She will weigh down his nipples and his dick and torture him with hot wax and cane strokes. She will laugh when he begins to weep, and add more weight to his nipple. She will remind him that he deserves to be punished, and he should be grateful She is being so kind to such a pathetic, worthless slave. She will cane him until the red marks begin to show purple. After she is satisfied she will instruct him to crawl to his clothes box and put on his pretty dress because she wants to be served by a pretty slut. he will bring Her dinner in the dining room and when She has been served he will lift up his skirt and bend over the table, exposing his tight ass and ugly package for her to see. She will lean over and insert ginger root into his ass, so that She may see him struggle to please her by remaining silent and still. He will keep both hands on the table as She eats, and when She is done he will lick Her plate clean if She allows. he will then follow Her, crawling in his dress, and will play dolls in the corner so that his Mistress can laugh at what a stupid slut he is. When she is ready for bed, he will take his evening canings while still in his dress. saying "thank you Mistress" like a pathetic school girl. He will then undressed and be led to his cage, where he will be locked all night.

...Mistress Zoe pulls up Her stockings and fastens Her garter after reading this story that She dictated to Her slave a month ago. Her lips smile thinking about Her slave's big night. In a few short minutes, everything Her slave has been working for, suffering for, and begging for will finally begin. She thinks back to the first time this slave came to session with Her. he was a slobbering, pathetic pile of untrained shit, who had never been taught how to really serve a Mistress. After a brutal lesson on what being a slave meant, he came back the next week and begged to be Mistress Zoe's personal slave. Mistress Zoe laughed in his face right before hitting across the cheek and knocking him to the ground. She ground the heel of her boot into his cheek and said "you do not have what it takes to be Mine." She punished him for his impertinence for two hours that day, forcing him to extend his time and learn his lesson. His ass felt the sting of a cane, a leather strap, a paddle and a flogger. he could not sit for a 5 days without remembering his lesson. She had to admit Her surprise when he made an appointment to come the exact same time the next week...

And on it went, for months. Mistress Zoe would humiliate and brutalize the slave. She bound him and tortured his nipples with clamps until he begged for her to stop. She tied up his cock and balls and left them that way until the session was over, and they ached and throbbed and turned a lovely shade of purple. She left him in a cage and made him whimper like a dog, begging to be released. She would often leave him there for the whole hour and serve as a caged toilet slave. She would piss all over him and invite all the other Mistresses to drench him in piss and make him sit in the puddle shivering. She dragged him down the hall and embarrassed him in front of the other Mistresses, bending him over and exposing his disgusting hairy ass to a roomful of beautiful women. She put a hood on him and plugged his ears with cotton while he was bound to the bed in the Chinese torture room, depriving him of his senses, increasing the fear and anticipation of the device She would use on him next. But at the end of every session, he would beg again to be Her slave. Her would crouch at her shiny black boots and plead, trying to list of all the ways that he could please Her. But She would laugh and kick him so hard Her boot would leave bruises. And yet he showed up again, the next week. Finally Mistress Zoe, impressed by his efforts and willing to ignore his many flaws and faults, said that if he continued to come see Her every week, She would finally consider him. he wept that day, and She was so disgusted by this display that She gagged his blubbering mouth and suspended him, administering electric shocks and listing all the foul, ugly, worthless things about him they would have correct.

It was two years later and tonight would be the night he received his final test. Mistress Zoe finished lacing her corset and retouched her ruby red lips one last time before making her way to the medical room. She smiled to think of her slave listening to the click of her heels on the hard floor, his heart racing as She neared the door. When She opened it She was pleased to see him naked and collared, kneeling with his hands crossed behind his back, eye cast down at the floor. This was, as She had taught him through constant repetition and severe punishment of forgetfulness, the only way for a slave to greet a Mistress. She approached him in silence and when She touched the top of his head, he immediately bent over and got on all fours. "Very good slave," She said to him. She inspected his body while he was bent over, pleased to see that he was freshly waxed and his exercise regime was proving effective. Mistress Zoe controlled many aspects of his daily life, and soon she would control it all. "On the medical bed, and lay on your back, my slut," She ordered him. he clamored to the bed and lay still, waiting for the next instruction. "Today is the day your hard work will pay off. Today you will become Mine. you will no longer have an identity, or personal wants, you will exist only for my pleasure and satisfaction. Are you prepared to be given this gift?" The slave nodded and said "Yes Mistress." "Very well," Mistress Zoe said, her sadistic smile appearing, "Then you will have no objections to whatever final orders I give you?" "No Mistress!" the slave said eagerly. Mistress Zoe cold gray eyes looked at him, knowing what he was in store for...

She walked to the door and called out "the little slut is ready!" The door opened and Mistress Fortune walked in. She was dressed in a black latex dress with a skull and cross bones on it. As Mistress Zoe began to tie the slave town to the bed, the slave could see Mistress Fortune laying out shiny silver instruments on a small metal table. Her tattooed arms lay them out expertly and quickly. The slave was beginning to get nervous. his eyes darted to Mistress Zoe, and back to the table. "Don't fidget pet. Tonight you must really prove to Me that you are ready. Don't make Me change My mind with bad behavior." the slave breathed deeply as Mistress Zoe tied him up tighter to stop his fidgeting. Mistress Fortune turned to the table as she snapped on latex gloves, and nodded at Mistress Zoe. "Mistress Fortune has graciously decided to pierce you for Me, so that I may observe the moment you become My possession. you will have hoops placed on both nipples and a bar shoved through your the tip of your shaft. These will be adorned with chains to signify your servitude and slavery to Me." The slave begin to sweat and breathe quickly. His eyes widened with fear as Mistress Fortune held up the needle. "Mistress Fortune is an expert, and can pierce quickly and virtually painlessly. I have requested, however, that she go slowly and use her widest needle." They laughed at the whimper that escaped the slave's lips. Fortune help the needle in front of him, forcing him to see the object that would be driven through his flesh. Mistress Zoe stood back, the skin on her pale arms contrasting the shiny black corset they were crossed over. Her eyes were hard and unforgiving, She would not make this final test easy, or give him any mercy. the slave must submit to prove himself. he breathed in deeply and Fortune plunged the needle through his nipple. he cried out in shock and pain, his eyes filled with tears. Mistress Zoe did not offer a word of comfort, She did not budge, Her arms remained crossed in front of Her. Fortune's smiled at the slave as She slowly and excruciating pulled out the needle and shoved in the jewelry. the slave felt as if it were a hot dagger and not a tiny silver hoop, he clenched his teeth to prevent the cries of protest that he so desperately wanted to emit. Fortune took Her time walking to the other side allowing the slave's fear to rise again, knowing the pain in store. She perched Her perfect hands over his nipple, and then pushed the sharp tip through his delicate flesh, he could feel it ripping through him like it was a drill, a knife, a hot poker. Again She took her time pushing the jewelry through, clearly enjoying the pain She inflicted on him.

The slave tried to look away when Fortune approached his cock. Mistress Zoe finally spoke up. "What exactly do you think you are doing, you piece of shit? Did I tell you to look away?!" She stormed across the room and stopped at the back of the bed. She grabbed his head and held it forward with Her hands, pulling at the hair on his head. "you will watch that needle get shoved through your cock. you will watch as you become Mine, and prepare for the pain you have begged for. This is only a taste of what is in store for you. Tomorrow when you wake up in a cage in My bathroom, you will think back to this moment and realize it was only a taste of the misery you will face as My slave. you have asked for it, and now you will get what you came for." Fortune's eyes lit up as She watched the fear contort the slaves face. The needle was even bigger this time. She held up his cock, which had hardened from the slightest of contact with Mistress Zoe's hands. Fortune looked at him and said, smiling, " I hope you know how much worse it hurts to pierce an erect cock. Brace yourself for the worst pain you have ever felt." the slave heart was beating so hard he thought it would burst, he was sweating and shaking, Zoe leaned down and whispered in his ear, "After this you are Mine." At that moment Fortune drove the needle through his shaft and - it was agony, the room swam around him, he thought his skin would set on fire from the pain that seared up from his cock. he heard screaming and didn't know it was coming from him. But as the excruciating pain took him into darkness, he knew he had finally been given what he had so desperately wanted....

Jane by mistress bo

Jane the impressionable blonde, begins to pour the relentless drama of her recent lover now lost. She is tired and needs a place to stay. I drown her with whisky while my glasses fill with ginger-ale. She's a lost, sweet soul, adrift in the city's sleepless nights, blown to my direction by the highways of Lincoln, Nebraska. She likes women she likes men, her style indecipherable but her words are precise and her diction exquisite. Soon we are in a cab and I am explaining the arrangements. She is eager, willing and does not hesitate. I know then, that she has little to any comprehension. She enters the room and a puzzled look falls upon her ashen face. Her shoulders quivering, a moan escaping her parted lips, she turns to gaze at me. I understand this look. She is cold, lonely, dreaming but wishing she was awake. There is a tub, a toilet, a window and a tiled floor. She barely stands, her weight slouching her body to the left. Get in the tub, before I throw you in. You are not to leave this room. You are not to speak unless spoken to. You will not move from here until morning.

I stroke the switch with my piano fingers and cup my yawning face with the other. She surrenders effortlessly, peeling her feet off the aubergine mat and stepping into the cold marble bath. I sleep and wake refreshed in my pampered bed. Slipping out of my silk-satin sheets I saunter towards the slave quarters to check on my pet. Listless she lays, round and creamy, naked and deep in her drunken slumber. I thrust on the hot water and watch her dismembered thrashing and listen pleasurably to her banshee screams. The water scalds her aching flesh for 5 minutes after which I return with a long bread knife to gnaw at her precious golden locks. Finishing this regimented cleaning with an extended NIX treatment to her scalp and pubes I then bend her torso forward and flat. Her bottom is now by my face and her back pounded by the water still. I trace a razor up the seams of her legs, then spreading her ass with my left hand I skin the crease of her behind leaving nothing but bareness and an irresistible smoothness. Reaching around to what womanhood she has left I strip her eden bare, the forbidden fruit now no longer hidden. Her clothes, phone, wallet and coat discarded, not even a towel accessible. She is to be my nude servant, even her collar she must earn.

The steam continues to billow through the air, bleeding a foggy pall over the room and the others. She is looking far ahead, a proudness still present in her posture, and a look of martyrdom in her eyes. The intake is over. I take her hand in mine and delicately lead her to the parlor room where she will sit as she is so clean on my black leather wingback chair. This porcelain puppet, all propped on my tufted throne. One has only to see her to recognize how far in a violent world the conjuring force of desire can go. Flames encircle our soiree as I rehearse essential codes of conduct. Forcefully parting her legs with each instruction. Her eyes begin to well and meander the room. Look at me you slut.

My nails churning her buttery flesh. I spit on her gaping cunt and grind the sole of my booted gams onto her parted lower lips. My heel rubs her labia violently. Don't you fucking say a word, put your hands at your sides. I continue to fuck her forcefully with my boot, letting her lick the fresh scent on my shoe with her sissy tongue. Grabbing the nape of her neck I thrust her face to my feet, and take a seat on her skull. Talk to my feet tell them how wonderful they are for dutifully pleasing you, kiss them with your whole mouth, lay your tongue on their tip. Now candle in hand I mercilessly illustrate on her back. Pouring the hot wax down her spine, each shudder and tremor encouraging me more. She begins to cry and I kick her slobbering face off my boots. Throwing the candle and stepping off my seat I am infuriated by this disobedience. I slap her. Hard. She catches her breath and stops for one god damn second, but then the stifles return and the true catharsis begins. Choking her tears her nose runs instead and snot is bubbling at the edge of her nostrils. I'm so glad her hair isn't there obscuring such a beautiful sight. I pinch her nose and plant my other hand on her mouth, throwing this mask against the back of the chair. Don't you cry now, I've done nothing yet.

Face down on the floor. The day is passing quickly. I return with the glass of water I had left the night before. How stupid you are to not enjoy these things, did you not know it was your last? I throw the contents at her face. I have been drinking plenty, my stream will be powerful, and you will tell me just so when I relieve myself along your dollish backside.. Ahh..... Its time to feed this sad, sad pet. I place a can of tuna at the floor nearest to her face, the opener in hand, I squat to lazily open it, squirting oils and smutty juices every which way. The lid is barely plied off when I return it to her. Her wrists I then cuff behind her back.

You will eat like a dog, because you will sleep, piss and shit like one, all in your piss-shit-den-tub. I talk more filth about her doghouse and her toilet-tank-bowl of water. She barely eats. I force her face deep into the can. You will eat every pathetic, tiny, tasteless, morsel from this here. Whether your tongue be just bloody or sawed off. I want to watch you eat desperately and hungrily with complete abandon. I want to hear the plucking of your tongue against the slick and sharp tin edges. Please your Mistress, as I pleased your pink pussy before. Trickles of blood begin to form from the serrated edges of the can. She lays in a pool of water, her bloody tongue working at the can. I bridge my legs over her back and garnish her body and dinner with my nectar.

To Be Continued......

HER abomination a story by Mistress Winter

I awake at 10 am. to a bell being wrung in the hallway. My slave is in the bed I made him fashion from plastic soda crates. He cannot see me, he might enjoy that. He is wearing a duct tape and garbage bag thong. He is hog tied and was instructed to pick up the bell in his cage at 10:00 am. to wake me. My slave is the alarm clock. If he fails to wake me at the time I demanded I pull him out of his box by his hair and do not untie him for his first chore of the day which is cleaning the shitty litter box with his mouth. If he wakes me over an hour late he must eat every last bit of cat shit and coagulated cat piss in the box while hog tied. When he wakes=2 0me on time I allow him to clean it untied. While he cleans the box, I make myself breakfast. I don’t want that slimy pig touching my food. Worthless sack of shit would probably put his dick in my food.

Before I sit down to eat my breakfast I rip off his thong hoping that I rip off his tiny little dick with what hair has grown back since last weeks waxing. Every week I wax all of his body hair. He is a dirty pig and it20is the only way he ever looks clean. I will do it today after I eat breakfast.

I need to pee so I pin his eyelids open and spray piss all over his face. I slap him backhanded as hard as I can if he dares look anywhere but back into his head. If he thrashes I slap him some more, until I see some blood spurt from his mouth. Which would leave me remotely satisfied with the effort I bestowed unto him by bothering to slap him in the first place.

I need him to scamper in and be my foot stool every morning so I can reach my favorite dishes. I keep them up high so he has something he is not ever supposed to forget. At best he is equal to the ground I walk on, and I give him value by using him to attain my own goals. I usually give him a little jump or a stomp just to hear him groan. Half the time he farts too which is all the more reason for me to give his balls a little stomp too.

While I eat breakfast I instruct him to rub his bod y over with alcohol. He must be clean if I am to come near him to wax him. I tell him to use his bucket when he’s done with his alcohol wash. I tell him to make sure he wipes his ass well, and to remember to keep his used toilet paper separate. His bucket is in the basement. He has five minutes before I go down there and shove his naked ass out onto the street. The rule is that if he gets put outside he cannot come back until he has asked ten large black men if he can butt fuck their mothers, I live in Harlem , he is naked. If he comes back on time, with his bucket and used toilet paper, I dump his brunch into the bucket… raisins, French bread, and some cat food. Then I tell him to scoop a few cups of toilet water into the bucket. After his wax he has to bob for his brunch.

Now that I’ve finished my breakfast, I tell him to put his shitty used toilet paper into his mouth as a gag, secured with saran wrap from throat to the bottom of his nose. His mouth is so full I can see the soppy, shitty toilet paper through the plastic. I don’t want to be bothered by his screaming while he gets waxed. He is a hairy bastard, which is unfortunate, because I have to waste so much of my time making him tolerable to look at.

After I wax him he gets to spit out his shitty toilet pape r and bob for his food. He has to eat every last bit of "food" out of the bucket and if he throws up he'll have to eat the food out of that too. As he gags on his shit I lash his legs and ass with a cane. He cries into his shit bucket and with every whimper and gag I beat him harder. I leave ribbons of red over every bit of non-shitty exposed skin. I pour more alcohol on him when he’s done with his breakfast, this time to make him squirm. His ass and legs are bleeding and when he screams from the alcohol I pummel him with the cane. I make him hold out his hands and I hit them until they bleed. I kick him in the balls with one swift movement and when he falls I kick him in the balls again. He tries to grab them away which only makes me want to kick them more. So I do. He's screaming and rolling on the ground. He's funny when he rolls around with that pitiful squeal. When I stop he just lays on his back and I tell him to get the fuck up, what a lazy piece of shit, lying on the floor.

I’m going to take a shower; he needs to clean up every sign of his shit before I am done, including what’s on him... If he cleans it all up I allow him to give me a foot massage. If I am not pleased I have another slave come over to massage them for me. If I see or smell the slightest sign of his feces he will have to lick the dirty ass of a homeless man I sometimes employ on just such occasions. He 'll have to blow him too. So while he's sucking on a filthy cock I have another slave sucking on my toes and giving me a firm foot massage. Oh, how he moans. It makes him so unhappy to not be allowed at my feet.

Then, since he's in trouble, I will have the homeless man give my slave an enema. My slave will have to lay ass up in the air, face dripping with cum, and receive at least a half gallon of lightly cayenne treated water. Then he will have to wiggle his way over to his bucket without spilling a drop, unless he wants to lick it up, and he has to squat over the bucket while we watch and then I'll throw his lunch in for him to eagerly devour, which he'd better do, while I stave off vomiting myself. If I do vomit that goes in the bucket as well, he should only be so lucky. If I'm really displeased with him, instead of him getting the enema he has to give my homeless minion one. Oh, how they both moan and groan and beg to avoid that. Then my slave has to eat his lunch from the remnants of the homeless mans' colon. He'll throw up and then he'll have food for days and days. He tries very hard not to make me so displeased.

I’ll tie up his cock with copper wire, tied so that if he gets the slightest bit of an erection the last bit of circulation will be cut off, leaving him to worry his dick will fall off if he becomes aroused. I tell him to look, “I made you a real set of balls” and I w ould then and I would then dangle two D cell batteries from the copper wire. There is no way he can pee, except on himself, plus a shock to his delicates. His dick is coiled like a snail shell with the wire.

I decide to have a cigarette while he puts on his grocery shopping uniform. His mouth is my ash tray, he must anticipate my need to rid my cigarettes of ash while he gets ready. If he misses some ash I add another cigarette burn to the circle I’ve been making around his asshole. I want him to remember his failure every time he takes a step, sits down and shits. Shame on him for making me punish him, I tell him he will have to pay with blood later.

I send him to go do my grocery shopping wearing only a tutu and a fresh garbage bag and duct tape thong. The only response to anything said to him must be, "I am a pretty princess”.

When he returns and unloads my groceries the mangy pig begged to have his cock untied. So, I remove the batteries and with the remaining wire I fashion a tiny protruding appendage. It’s bigger than his cock, hey now he actually has a cock. I threaten to have him gang banged by four fat, horny, mean truckers if he doesn’t go and fuck the electrical socket. He fucks it and is shocked. He screams and grabs at his cock. I kick it and decide to have him gang banged anyways. While they double team him he has to fuck a stuffed animal that has been sitting in the gutter down the street for 2 months.

I tell him to clean up and attempt to look remotely normal. He has to go to work. He has a 12 hour shift driving a taxi soon approaching. The money will be for me of course.

When he returns with less money than he should have made I tell him to strip down to his garbage bag thong and wait by the rack.

I approach a few minutes later with my black coffee, he bought me the wrong kind of milk, so I throw the hot liquid in his face. He falls to his knees with his hands over his eyes and I push my knee into his stomach. I tell him he’s worthless, not worth anymore of my energy and I send him to his crate. I hog tie him with industrial zip ties, the crate is hardly big enough to fit him. After I lock the door to his bed I light the candles over the crate. They are tilted to ensure they drip on him for hours after I’ve gone to bed, I don’t want him to be too rested. I tell him that if he is good, tomorrow I will try not to cut into his balls when I’m cutting the word WORTHLESS onto his sack.