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Chapter 2 {FdomFdomM ds bd mc feet oral ws rim inf
scat sad}
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I can now confidently say that my lower body is as
hairless as Mistress Green wants it.  An afternoons
waxing with Mistress Benny made that a certainty.  I
endured the pain as best as I could, indeed any
begging and pleading for Mistress Benny to do it
quickly only encouraged her to tear the hairs from my
legs, crotch and asshole as slowly as she possibly
could.  When she agonisingly pulled the hairs from
around my asshole I almost decided that the solitary
Federal cell waiting for me would be the better
choice, however I endured by screaming at the top of
my lungs.  Fortunately it will be some weeks until
another waxing is necessary.

The next time I attended Mistress Green it started
well, she complimented me on the smoothness of my skin
as I knelt waiting her commands.  I was wearing my
uniform, a collar of course, tight enough to make it
uncomfortable.  A black leather halter round my torso,
sheer black silk stockings on suspenders from the
halter, and very high black stilettos.  Finally a
special leather attachment held my cock and balls out
in front of me, where they are very vulnerable to
punishment, while dividing around my asshole so it is
available.

Her first command was in keeping with my new role as
her sex slave.  She wanted me to rub her feet and
massage them.  I crawled forward as instructed and
removed both of her shoes.  She has very neat feet,
small but beautifully formed.  I have never had a foot
fetish, but it was not a problem to enjoy giving the
massage.  Her toenails were short, and painted red.  I
started by rubbing the bottoms of her feet with my
thumbs, using my fingers on the top to help my thumbs
push and knead the muscles of her arches.  I rubbed
all along the arch from next to her ankle to the ball
of her foot.  After the arches had been relaxed I
moved along to the balls of the feet themselves, not
pushing so hard, but stretching the flesh and moving
it over the bones in that part of the foot.  Then I
went back to the heel of her foot, holding the heel in
the palm of my hand and then tightening my grip around
it to squeeze and release the pad here, easing it away
from the bone.  Finally I went back to the toes,
separating each toe and rubbing along the bones and on
the webbing.

As I was doing this I glanced up at Mistress Green. 
She was smiling.
	"Yes Dick, while you are there I think it would be a
very good idea to give my toes a good suck as well."  
I had actually been thinking about the same thing and
was happy to oblige.  The toes were so sweet that I
had no hesitation whereas other women who had asked me
had such callused feet it was impossible to consider. 
I now gave each toe a very personal sucking.  Taking
the toe in my mouth and running my tongue around it to
moisten it all over.  Then applying some suck I
started to gently push and pull the toe in and out.  

In the end I had sucked each toe thoroughly, and not
knowing what to do started on the massage again.  I
had now been on my knees for a fair time and it was
becoming uncomfortable.  I tried to sit down, resting
back on my heels but I immediately found the costume
made this uncomfortable too, the angle between the
harness and the leather that held my cock and balls
meant it would nearly castrate me.  I was forced to
remain kneeling, but started to shift about to ease
the discomfort in my knees.  After several minutes as
I continued the foot massage, Mistress Green looked up
from the book she was reading.
	"Fetch the ruler from my desk Dick" she ordered me. 
I jumped up, glad to get off my knees and scurried
over to the desk.  Then she told me.
	"No you stupid Dick.  When you are in my presence you
will always crawl."  So I had to crawl back to my
Mistress feet.
	
When I passed her the ruler instead of continuing the
foot massage she told me.
	"Stand up, bend over and touch your toes."  I knew
what was coming, but what was worse was that the
leather pulled my cock and balls back between my legs.
 As I expected she quickly beat my bare ass with the
ruler.  The presence of my balls so close to the
falling ruler meant that I was nervous and jumpy
expecting severe pain, which somehow made the blows
that did land on my testicles much worse.  After
several strokes she told me
	"That was for your ridiculous squirming around. Now
return to your position" She sat down again.  I knew
that there was one more requirement.
	"Mistress Green" I told her "Thank you for teaching
me to sit still when serving you, I deserved that
punishment Mistress Green"
	
I knelt down again.  I could see she was distracted,
and didn't seem to be paying much attention to her
book.  Finally she told me
	"The massage was adequate.  Let's see what else you
can do.  Come and kneel here" she told me.  I went and
kneeled at her feet.
She sat forward and started to slowly unbutton the
front of her jacket.  Pushing it back I could see all
her upper torso.  Her skin was evenly tanned.  She had
a silver, diamond stud through her belly button.  She
was wearing a front fastening white bra.  She was
buxom; probably a 'C' and they stretched the fabric of
the bra so I could see the erect nipples beneath.  Her
hands went to the clasp and she licked her lips.  I
swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry.

With a pop the clasp was released and the two white
globes of her tits were released.  The nipples were
dark, round, wide and very erect.  Taking one breast
in her own hands she started to guide the teat towards
my mouth.  I went to reach for the tit myself when she
sharply commands me.
	"No hands.  Keep them behind your back at all times."
 I did so, not really caring, I was turned on by the
prospect of sucking her nipples.
Mistress Green brushed the nipple against my lips.  I
opened my mouth to take it in, but she just kept
moving it past them.  I realised I should hold still
and let her do this, but thought it was a good idea to
gently breath on it when the opportunity presented
itself.  This proved a good idea, and after a couple
of times Mistress Green was prepared to let me suckle
the nipple itself.

I enjoyed the feeling of the pert nipple in my mouth. 
I started to suck holding it between my lips, but
after a while I opened my mouth wider to suck it
inside.  Here I could let my tongue run around the
aureola.  I was ultra-cautious about using my teeth to
nibble, as I wanted to, fearing any punishment if I
hurt her.  She seemed content to enjoy the tongue
movements and the suction, and I enjoyed first one
breast and then the other.

As she sat back in the chair I could see she was
pleased.  She appraised me for a moment and then with
a complicated manoeuvre lifted her bottom off the
chair.  Reaching up under her skirt she took hold of
her panties and pulled them down until they were
around the middle of her thighs.  They were white to
match the bra.
	"Remove my panties", she told me, and carefully
reaching up I slid them the rest of the way down her
thighs.  Now free of her underwear she sat forward
until she was on the edge of her seat.  Slowly she
opened her legs wide.
Immediately in front of me was her pussy.  Wet,
glistening with her moisture.  The hair had been
trimmed neatly to a bikini line.  The lips and
clitoris were already swollen with desire.
	"Do your very best she tells me, closes her eyes and
relaxes back into the seat.
	
I shuffle forward, and lick my lips, not being able to
decide where to start.  I move forward until my mouth
is almost touching her cunt.  I close my eyes, and
breathe out.  Above me she sighs.  My tongue reaches
out, and for the first time I taste my Mistress.  She
is salty and only slightly fishy!  I commence with
long strokes from the bottom of her pussy lips all the
way to her clitoris.   I use the full width of my
tongue to cover both sides at the same time.  I repeat
this licking movement several times then I switch to
concentrate on just her clitoris.

Using the tip of my tongue I push up and under the
hood and flick out.  I alternate this with pushing on
the top of her clitoris hood.  Several times I flick
push, flick push.  I feel my Mistress start to squirm
and go back to licking all the length of her pussy. 
Her arousal has made her even wetter and there is no
resistance.  Again I spend a little time on her clit,
before starting on the pussy lips individually.  I
find that if I twist my head a little I can suck the
swollen pussy lip into my mouth.  Again I decide
against using my teeth and content her by squeezing
the lip between my lips.  After both pussy lips have
been attended to I go back to her clit.  She is very
aroused now and very wet when I lick the length of her
cunt.  Instead of letting my tongue glide over the
outsides of her pussy, I extend it as rigidly as I can
and probe the depths as far as possible into her
vagina.  With my tongue extended like this I push up
and down the length of her cunt.

Mistress Green is certainly close now, and I can feel
her thighs start to squeeze against the side of my
head.  I take this as a sign to increase the speed of
my licking, sometimes over the outside of her lips
sometimes driving my tongue as deep as I can into her.
 Her thighs now clamp my head so tight I cannot tilt
my head to lick the perimeter of her pussy, I just try
to ensure my tongue is buried as far as possible
inside.  Her hips start buckling on the chair and I
can hear her panting.  She gasps aloud and rests back,
though she still has my head in a vice like grip.  I
think it impolite to stop totally, but I stop licking
leaving my tongue to slowly circle inside her sex.

She releases me, and I kneel at her feet.  She keeps
her legs spread open and absently plays with herself. 
My heart is beating fast too, and my cock is fully
engorged.  I can't wait to fuck her properly and
squirt my seed deep inside the pussy I had so recently
been eating out.  She smiles at me seeing my cock so
hard.
	"I can see that you enjoyed that as much as me!  You
aren't going to come are you?"  She jokes.  I smile in
return.  
	"Mistress Green, no, oh no, I won't come now until
you let me.  Mistress Green." Thinking how great it is
going to be to fuck this woman, deeply spearing her
cunt on my cock.  
But she frowns,
	"But you haven't come at all since you have been
here?" she asks me.  "You haven't secretly been
pleasing yourself behind closed doors have you?"  She
looks at me and I swallow guiltily.
	"Mistress Green, no Mistress Green" I reply as I
experience a sinking feeling, hoping she'll believe my
lie, thinking there was nothing she could prove
anyhow.
	
Unbidden, or perhaps summoned by a mechanism I am
unaware of, Mistress Benny appears.
	"Collect Dick's sheets and the lamp" Mistress Green
instructs Mistress Benny. I am filled with remorse and
a little apprehension that I lied, but decide to tough
it out.  All too soon Mistress Benny arrives with a
sheet and an ultraviolet lamp.  Holding the lamp up
the semen stains is obvious, demonstrating that I had
jerked off the previous night.  Several times to be
honest.  Mistress Green just looks at me.  
	"Room 1" is all she says.
	
Like a lot of other rooms in Mistress great mansion
room 1 has white walls, ceiling and in this case a
white tiled floor.  This room is dedicated to the
punishment of errors by whipping, paddling and caning.
 The walls are lined with pegs and shelves holding a
multitude of the necessary instruments; from a typical
riding crop all the way to a massive lead studded cat
o'nine tails.  There is a frame for securing the
offender spread-eagled, that has pivots to allow any
attitude or position to be adopted.  There is a high
horse for securing the offender bent over.

As soon as I saw the purpose of the room I was filled
with dread and it was only with extreme reluctance
that I followed Mistress Green and Mistress Benny
through the door.  I kneeled as I had been taught
wondering if I had made the right decision.  Mistress
Green informed me gravely
	"This is not going to be a trivial spanking but a
true punishment Dick.  There is a special ritual you
will use for accepting the correction you receive.  I
will indicate the appropriate instrument and you will
fetch it for me, and present it to me from a kneeling
position.  
	"When you present whatever I am going to use to
punish you, you will say and believe the following:
'Mistress, I present to you the instrument of my
correction in the humble hope that the pain you
inflict will enlighten my behaviour.  I beg you
Mistress to accept this and apply it to my body so
that I can learn to serve you to the utmost of my
ability.  Mistress I fully understand that it is only
through the application of the agony and torment of
this punishment that I can see the errors I have
committed and the path to obedience.  Please I beg you
teach me through pain Mistress'.
	"I will then indicate the punishment you will
receive, the number of strokes and where they will be
laid on your body.  You will assume the position I
indicate and then you will ask for each stroke in
turn.  After the stroke you will thank me, and then
ask for the next one.
	"OK, that was a lot of instruction, do you understand
Dick?"

I swallowed and agreed that I had, although I had
already forgotten half of Mistress Green's ritual. 
She must have realised that I had a problem
remembering everything and smiled as she told me
	"Don't worry.  Mistress Benny will help educate you
on the finer points!"  After the agonising waxing
Mistress Benny had given me the previous day, this was
not at all reassuring.  Mistress Green continued
	"The frames you see here are for when particularly
harsh punishment is required where a slave might not
be able to force his body into obeying blindly, but
unless I actually strap you into the frame I expect
you accept the punishment meekly.  Oh, but I do enjoy
you begging me to stop if are struggling to keep
still!"
I am relieved that I am not going to be forcibly
restrained, indeed thinking about it I know that if it
ever comes to that I will prefer to be returned to the
Federal incarceration establishment and go slowly mad
in isolation.

Mistress Green looked around choosing the right whip.
	"Yes, I think shelf 8 Dick.  Bring it to me as you
have been taught."  I notice that each shelf is
labelled with a number, and that shelf 8 was a medium
length thin black cane.  I take it down and found it
as flexible as a piece of wood though a detached part
of my mind noticed it is very light and speculated it
is a carbon composite.  As I crawled towards Mistress
Green my attention focused back on the moment.  It
seemed both an extremely long-time and also incredibly
rapid when I found myself holding the cane up to her. 
Naturally I totally messed-up the ritual she demanded,
remembering half of it,
	"Mistress Green, I present to you this cane.  Please
I beg you to accept this and punish me so that I can
learn to serve you. I understand that the pain of this
punishment is to teach me Mistress Green."  I began to
blush furiously, embarrassed and humiliated to be
asking to be punished like this.


She thought this was slightly amusing and told me that
Mistress Benny was going to enjoy teaching me the
proper address in the afternoon.  She then told me,
	"For coming without permission you are going to be
caned 10 times on the back and 5 times on the ass. 
Stand with your hands on your head and begin."
My heart was beating much faster than usual and I felt
very tense and apprehensive as I begged for the first
stroke.
	"Mistress Green.  Please give me the first stroke on
my back Mistress Green?" 
She waited a little while, and as I stood there
clenching my teeth my mind frantically explored the
possibility that she was not going to do this.  Then
the wait was over as she brought the cane swiftly
against my back.  It did not make as mush noise as I
expected really only the swish through the air. 
Immediately my senses were distracted as a line of
fire exploded across my shoulders.  I gasped, and
squeezing my eyes managed to squeak out the reply she
expected.
	"Mistress Green, thank you Mistress Green."  I paused
a little and wondered how long I should wait, or even
if I could wait before asking for the next stroke. 
Perhaps it would be more bearable if I inserted a
delay between each stroke?  Suddenly I heard the swish
of the cane again and realised I had waited too long.
	"No Dick" Mistress Green told me, you immediately ask
for the next stroke while thanking me for the last."

I immediately asked
	"Mistress Green, thank you, please can I have the
third stroke Mistress Green?"  Again the swish and
line of fire,
	"Stupid Dick, you did not ask for that stroke so it
does not count, and neither does this one for being
out of order.  Start at two."  While my back burned
from the caning, my face from the indignity and my
mind roiled from the injustice I asked for the strokes
again.
	"Mistress Green, thank you, please can I have the
second stroke Mistress Green?"
After the supposed ten strokes that were really more I
knew I was going to have to ask for the strokes on my
ass.  My back was agony, and my buttocks were already
clenching as I imagined the pain as she caned my bare
ass.

	"Mistress Green.  Thank you for the strokes on my
back, please will you cane my ass for the first stroke
Mistress Green?"  I briefly considered the tactic of
making such a verbal and effusive request that it
automatically interjected a short time between
strokes.  Just as briefly I discarded the idea as my
mind focused on my about to be abused ass.  I heard
the swish and felt the cane land.  The sudden pain
caused me to yelp aloud.  It hurt as much as across my
back but it was so much worse as the pain afterwards
lingered even more profoundly.
	"Mistress Green, thank you, please can I have the
second stroke Mistress Green?"	I continued.  
I was finding it difficult to keep still, and after
the third stroke, I quickly begged for her to stop.
	"Mistress Green, please no more Mistress." She paused
and I didn't feel the stroke so I hurriedly continued.
 "Mistress Green I understand my lesson, please don't
beat me any more.  Please Mistress Green."  But the
pause was only momentary as she continued to carry out
my punishment.  

I managed to endure the remainder of the caning and
gratefully returned the cane to its shelf.  I noticed
that Mistress Benny's eyes were bright and her lips
were moist, and she had her hand up her skirt.  I was
troubled that she seemed so turned on by this.  The
final humiliating requirement was to humbly thank
Mistress Green for teaching me, and promising to learn
so that I would never come without permission again. 
Mistress Green dismissed us with the injunction that
Mistress Benny was to educate me in the afternoon, and
handed her a riding crop to help.  I was not looking
forward to her lesson.

***

I have just endured another painful, humiliating, and
simply revolting day.  Each moment I consider ending
this terrible servitude and returning to the cell
awaiting me.  Maybe there is some hope that my friends
and family will clear me of the charges levelled
against me and get me freed.  I spin fantasies that
even at the moment my case is being heard by the
Supreme Court and I could be free tomorrow.

Let me write about the events that have happened since
I last wrote in this journal.

The afternoon following my first whipping was as
painful as I expected it to be at the hands of
Mistress Benny.  I was to learn the proper ritual for
accepting punishment so I expected that she would
explain the ritual again.  But no, she told me that I
would have to remember every detail myself, because
only then would I learn it truly and deeply.  She made
me bend over and stood near me with a riding crop.  I
would start the ritual as I remembered it and then I
would stumble or mistake a word.  Mistress Benny would
then correct me by providing the required word, and
also a blow to my ass cheeks.

Naturally it took a lot of strokes to obtain the
complete wording of the ritual.  One sentence I had to
prise from her a word and a stroke of the riding crop
at a time.  Other times I managed to correctly guess
several words in succession.  As my ass began to hurt
more and more I eventually puzzled out the words of
the ritual, and Mistress Benny was correct, there is
no way I can ever forget them now.

In the morning my back and ass had recovered from the
beating they received, which is a mercy since that
morning was to be as painful as the last.

It started slightly differently.  I had to wake at
some ungodly hour of the morning and attend Mistress
Green as she woke in her bedroom, room 23.  At 6am I
was to be kneeling silently by the bed ready for her
orders as she awoke.  It was not so difficult to get
up early as my duties so far had been extremely light,
and having nothing else to do than write up this
journal I was always asleep early in the evening.  I
showered and dressed in my uniform.  I was not allowed
to break my fast without Mistress Benny so I was
hungrier then ever as I silently as possible slipped
through the door to kneel next to the bed.

I was pleasantly pleased to see both Mistress Green
and Mistress Benny sharing the same bed.  Their long
hair, blond and black mingled on the pillows as they
slept.  As I continued to wait, my mind wondered and
considered the sexual possibilities, and being
relaxed, though uncomfortable on my knees, my cock
hardened and I began playing with it.  After a while
of this I noticed that Mistress Benny was watching me.
 Perhaps she was hoping I'd do something really silly
like jerk off in front of her, as it was I let go of
my hard penis.

She looked at me impassively as she slipped from the
bed and padded to the adjoining bathroom.  She was
wearing a pretty peach silk camisole top and matching
French knickers, which showed of her shapely behind
really well.  There was little I could do as my cock
stood to attention again.  With Mistress Benny gone
from the bed I saw Mistress Green begin to stir. 
Finally she opened her eyes, and after a while saw me
kneeling as instructed.  She wriggled around a little
and then lay back on the pillow.  
	"Dick, you are to crawl to the end of the bed.  You
will lift the covers and slide up to my crotch where
you will eat my pussy until I come.  You will keep
your hands behind you at all times."  With these words
I hastened to obey, and it was a relief to change from
a kneeling position.

I accomplished this enjoyable task and felt that I did
it well.  Now I was hoping that I would be allowed to
ball the bitch and shoot my load into her, but she
didn't want that, and after I had slipped out of the
bed and reassumed the kneeling position she gave me a
slightly irate look.  She told me I was still much too
green and untrained and that I should go to room 3
after breakfast and await her there.

After a breakfast that took the edge off my hunger,
though left it knawing at my insides, I waited in room
3.  Like many other rooms it was white and appeared to
be a shower or wash room, though it had an
astonishingly high ceiling.  It must have been two
floors high!  There was a very large showering
cubicle, and there were many drains in the floor. 
There were a lot of cupboards, but since they were all
shut I could not make out their contents.  There were
a couple of stools but no punishment frames or the
like.  It was impossible to decide what the room was
for; it didn't look like a room for Mistress Green's
bath or shower because it was very impersonal and cold
for that.  Nor was it like room 12 where I had been
shaved and waxed.  I knelt and waited.

When Mistress Green arrived the first thing she
commanded was for Mistress Benny to remove Mistress
Green's knickers.  I immediately thought that this was
going to lead to a lesbian sex scene and eagerly
watched.  Mistress Benny knelt reverently before
Mistress Green, and reached up to slowly pull the
garment to the floor so it could be stepped out of. 
The knickers were then handed back to Mistress Green. 
I was even more aroused when Mistress Green perched on
a stool, hiking up her skirt a little so that she
could spread her legs wide.  I could see every detail
of her beautiful pussy.  Mistress Benny was also
paying a lot of attention!  I really hoped Mistress
Benny would do the same thing.

Strangely however, Mistress Green directed me to bring
a glass jug from one of the cupboards.  Puzzled, I
did.  I crawled over the floor to offer the jug to
her, but she refused it.
	"Don't be stupid Dick" she told me.  "You are going
to hold the jug so I can piss in it."  I was slightly
disgusted by the idea, but if that's what she wanted
it did not seem too onerous.  I held the clear glass
jug still as Mistress Green released a long stream of
yellow piss into the jug.  In one continuous stream
she peed a pint.  Towards the end as the stream
lessened I had to hold the jug closer and found the
slightly rancid smell of her pee to be nauseating. 
The jug was warm in my hands, which didn't help.  She
dabbed the last drops from her pussy lips using the
panties.

I was looking for somewhere to crawl away and empty
the jug when Mistress Green's instructions stopped me.
	"I am being immensely generous to you Dick.  You are
going to have one chance of practising to be my toilet
slave before you have to do it for real.  A toilet
slave would normally be trained from the beginning to
drink my pee straight from my pussy, but that is time
consuming because they have to be punished when they
puke it up and it takes them a while to learn to keep
it down.  I am judging that you are going to be able
to do this almost immediately.  Do everything you can
to prove I'm right, do not puke this up, and be ready
tomorrow to accept my pee when you service me in the
morning.  Unbelievably merciful because Mistress Benny
is going to dilute it for you too.  Then you can drink
the lot."
Mistress Benny fetches a bottle of mineral water from
one cupboard.  The idea of diluting urine with the
expensive brand of water seemed particularly perverse.
 The jug was topped up to hold two pints of warm
yellow diluted urine.  

As I kneeled there holding the jug I wondered what I
should do.  I was sickened and revolted by the idea,
but knew that if I refused she would undoubtedly beat
me again.  So I had a choice, drink the piss, get
whipped or go back to prison.  Obviously I had never
drunk piss before so in the end I decided to try it,
to see how bad it was.  I thought it best to just go
for it and try and finish the whole lot.  Closing my
eyes I brought it to my lips and quickly started to
drink it all.  The flavour was salty and a little
rank, it was warm and it smelled a bit, but worst of
all it made me nauseous thinking of its origin.  I
tried really hard to forget the feeling and think
about something else.

Mistress Green commented to Mistress Benny that I was
readily submissive and I had been a good choice as
they watched me drink every drop.  I knelt there
trying to contain the vomiting.  Any second my stomach
threatened to spew the lot out.  I could feel it
jumping and the gorge rose in my throat.  My mouth
started to salivate, a sure sign I was just about to
throw.  Luckily at that moment Mistress Green
distracted me by telling me to suck the pee on her
panties.  This was the perfect distraction, as the
knickers tasted more of soap powder then urine.

After this humiliating event I would normally retreat
to the kitchen and do whatever work was necessary
there, but Mistress Green led me back to her study
where she was working, and Mistress Benny went about
her own chores.  While Mistress Green read papers and
made notes I attended her as she needed, bringing her
drinks and snacks and massaging her feet when she
wanted.  The problem was that the two pints of liquid
were beginning to distend my bladder, so I started to
shift about wondering when I could get away to pee.

Mistress Green glared at me and I kept as still as I
could, but I really needed to pee.  I couldn't stand
it any more and humbly requested
	"Mistress Green.  Please can I go and pee Mistress
Green?"
	"No" she replied.
I tried really hard to ignore the pressure of my
bladder but had to ask again.
	"Mistress Green.  I really must go, please let me pee
Mistress Green?"
This time she smiled and my heart leapt; she was going
to let me go.
	"No" she again says. "And stop fidgeting about."
At least she didn't forbid me from asking again and
after a few minutes when the pain had become so
intense it felt as if my bladder was becoming numb, I
asked again.
	"Mistress Green.  Please please let me go pee!  It is
hurting so much.  I really need to go Mistress Green."

At last I hear what I had hoped.
	"Yes you can go pee", and then she left me hurting
more as she continued, "but you are going to have to
beg extraordinarily prodigiously before you can go. 
Only after I am happy will I let you go."  I am
grateful that I'll finally be allowed to go, and try
to hang on as I beg and plead with her.
	"Mistress Green you are a wonderful and kind Mistress
to let me see to my own needs.  You are so generous
that you release me from your side for me fulfil my
wants.  You understand that I cannot discipline my
body properly and must interrupt my servitude to you
Mistress Green."  I continue several minutes, as the
pressure becomes unbearable agony.  I clutch my hand
to my crotch, crushing the penis in my fist trying to
keep from pissing there and then.

Mistress Benny appears, I guess from having Mistress
Green summon her somehow.
	"Take Dick to piss" is all Mistress Green says. 
Having to crawl out of her presence is almost the end,
as I fear the urine is already leaking from my willy. 
Outside the room at least I can walk unsteadily on the
high heels and take hold of my penis again to choke
the flow as I follow Mistress Benny.  

Instead of taking me back to my room Mistress Benny
leads me to room 8 nearby.  I am very grateful she has
not forced me to trudge all over the house, but am
dismayed when I see that room 8 is not exactly a
toilet.  In the centre of the floor there is a small
child's potty.  Adjacent are two rings suspended above
head height whose purpose I cannot determine. 
Mistress Benny directs me.
	"You must squat above the potty, your hands on your
head, and piss into it"
I am so unbelievably desperate that I follow these
orders without question.  Immediately I squat my pee
starts to flow, and very quickly I have no control at
all.  I endeavour to keep as much as possible in the
potty but the relief is so great I cannot even squeeze
the muscles to hold it in.  Piss goes all over the
place, mostly forming a wide puddle on the floor that
Mistress Benny disdainfully avoids stepping in.  The
spray and particularly wild gyrations of my cock also
end up soaking my stockings around the thighs.  

After the initial flow has eased and I can begin to
control myself again I am struck by the deep shame
with what I have had to do.  Betrayed by the pain in
my bladder forcing me to humiliate myself, not only in
having to beg for this basic human function, but also
the absurd conditions that have me spraying piss all
over the floor.

	"If! You had listened to my instructions Dick"
Mistress Benny interrupts my embarrassed thoughts,
"you would have learned that a single drop missing the
potty results in punishment.  The absolute mess that
you have made defies anything as straightforward.  I
am now going to whip you.  You notice the rings above
you?  You will grasp them.  Furthermore I revoke your
toilet rights, if you need to pee, you will hold on to
the rings and I will whip you as you pee."
The only thing I can think of is to protest.
	"Mistress Benny please don't punish me! I really
needed to go pee, and Mistress Green gave me
permission.  I am sorry about the mess I will clean it
up Mistress Benny."
She is unswayed by my pleading.
	"Yes, you will clean it up, and you will find that
Mistress Green allows me to handle the house training
of a slave as I feel fit.  I think if you even mention
it to Mistress Green, she will be so disgusted she
will whip the skin off your whole body.  Now hold the
rings."
I am so scared of Mistress Benny that I consider
defying her, but she is undoubtedly right, Mistress
Green would not like the mess I made, and would almost
certainly believe Mistress Benny over me in any case. 
Meekly I submit to what I know is going to be a
terrible punishment.

Mistress Benny is very careful where she places her
strokes, they always land on my buttocks but she can
control the cane so that they land on one cheek, or
the other, or both at once.  The pain becomes as great
as the beating the previous day and I start to plead
with her to stop.  She seems to know exactly how much
I'll take because as I think of rebelling and stopping
the punishment myself, she finally relents.  With an
ass that is still aflame I get on my knees and clean
the floor until Mistress Benny is satisfied.

When I am returned to Mistress Green there is another
indignity I am forced to suffer.  She notices that my
stockings are wet with my urine, and tells me she is
disappointed at my lack of control.  Aware of the
special phase, I beg to be spanked, even as my ass is
just cooling from its beating.  Mistress Green does
not want me anywhere near her lap, so she first makes
me take off the stockings and stuff then into my
mouth.  The deep revulsion I feel at having to taste
my own pee helps me endure the spanking on my already
abused bum.  I am given clean stockings, which I am
surprised to find I enjoy wearing, I have become
accustomed to the feeling of them on my legs, and feel
naked without them!

The afternoon is as miserable as the morning, and I
realise, if I had not before, that Mistress Green and
Mistress Benny are deliberately forcing me into
degrading situations.  At lunchtime, as well as the
tiny repast I usually receive, I am also given another
two pints of liquid.  Fortunately only water this
time, but this again forces me into a long pleading
session trying to persuade Mistress Green let me go to
the toilet.  Realising that I am going to need to go,
I start begging long before I am absolutely bursting,
which is a sensible precaution because Mistress Green
keeps me grovelling on my knees for a greater time.  

This time in room 8 there is no pretence that I am
supposed to urinate into the potty.  Mistress Benny
instructs me to hold the hoops.  I am to start pissing
as the first blow lands on my buttocks.  A minimum of
10 strokes later, or more if I need to piss more, the
whipping will stop.  I try to piss as quickly as
possible to minimise the punishment but it is very
difficult to piss as you clench your buttocks to try
to endure the pain of the blow.  I am intensely
humiliated to be pissing like this, it seems so
uncivilised to just let it stream out over the floor,
and then inevitably as there is less in my bladder it
begins to run down my legs, warm trickles inside the
stockings.  After cleaning the floor, again, I am
unsurprised that Mistress Green requires me to push
the dirty stockings into my mouth as a gag while she
spanks me.

***

I am resolved in a course of action!  Today has again
been humiliating, degrading and painful, even more
than previously.  I am going to return to the Federal
detention centre that Mistress Green took me from.  I
know that I am going back to a life of isolation, but
there is one small hope.  I am going to make an effort
to discover where in this house there is a link to the
outside world.  A phone I can use undetected, and
before returning I am going to tell my family what has
happened and to work for my release.  Particularly I
am going to mention that the lawyer appointed to me is
a disgusting sadistic bitch, and that I want to bring
charges against her!  With this small hope I am going
to endure as much as I can in the belief that as soon
as someone has been contacted I will be away from this
monster.

This journal is useful evidence and will help me
remember the degrading tasks and painful punishments
meted out during my barely voluntary stay.  Make no
mistake, though I started thinking this was possibly a
much better situation than being held for life in
solitary confinement, it has turned into a living
hell.

My day started much as the last one.  An early and
hungry awakening then waiting while Mistress Green
slept.  My butt cheeks had been so sore when I went to
bed the night before that I had slept on my front, but
overnight they had recovered and luckily there was no
residual pain.  Today there was no Mistress Benny
beside her so it was later that she stirred. My knees
were again very uncomfortable from the long vigil. 
Finally she stirred and saw me.  
	"Well, you know the routine Dick, get moving.  Oh,
but forget the tongue job, today I just need to piss."
My heart froze.  I had almost forgotten what I had
been trained for the previous day and had been
expecting to just orally satisfy her.  Just do it! I
told myself as I had yesterday.  I crawled around to
the foot of the bed and slipped under the covers.  As
I got closer to her spread legs and the crack of her
pussy I realised the magnitude of what I was about to
do.  I had been utterly degraded, placed in a position
that I was about to consume the waste product of
another person to avoid certain punishment.  Then the
time for philosophical consideration was over and I
placed my mouth over the pussy lips of her cunt.  I
used my tongue to push underneath her urethra so that
hopefully the urine would stream into my mouth rather
than the bed that would surely get me punished. 
Suddenly the difficulty of her requirements hit me. 
Could I actually drink it fast enough?  It was only
moments before my questions were answered.

Warm salty liquid flowed over my tongue.  Not a huge
flood, as I feared but a reasonable continuous stream.
 My mouth filled with her piss, today undiluted, and I
nearly lost it and puked there as I experienced the
full force of the rancid taste.  I realised that I was
going to have to swallow just by pressing my tongue
against the roof of my mouth to let the pee continue
to enter.  Just the act of swallowing and not choking
filled my entire mind, and it was not until after I
had had swallowed several mouthfuls that the enormity
of what I had done struck me again.  Again I nearly
puked, but I struggled and managed to hold it down.

I had to drink three whole mouthfuls until the flow
began to diminish.  Finally I could not feel any more
coming.  
	"A little lick now Dick" I was instructed.  So I used
my tongue to remove any drops of piss from Mistress
Greens cunt.  "Now go and run me a warm bubble bath."
I was told.  

I slipped out of the bed and went through to the
adjoining bathroom.  This was much more in keeping
with the grandness of the big house.  The tub in the
middle of the floor was the size of an Olympic pool. 
Again the decorator had favoured white, but in this
case it was white marble and limestone.  The trim on
the taps and handles was gold, a deep gold colour I
surmised meant that they really were gold the metal
and not just the colour.  

The necessary oils and lotions were neatly arranged
and so I drew a warm bubbly bath.  While I was doing
this, Mistress Green came in.  I immediately dropped
to my knees, as I ought.  She was dressed in a pretty
pale blue camisole top and French knickers that
matched the set that I had seen Mistress Benny wearing
the previous day.  Without a thought she removed her
clothing, absent-mindedly handing the wispy silk to me
to hold.  I carefully laid her nightclothes on one of
the many upholstered stools not knowing where they
should go.

Standing there naked, Mistress Green was a fantastic
site.  I completely forgot about how much of a bitch
she was as I enjoyed the curves of her body.  Her hips
were unfashionably wide, but they made her butt into a
perfect heart shape.  The rest of her body was as
classically beautiful.  I started day dreaming about
screwing that perfect body, wondering when my duties
as a sex slave would start, so far I had been more of
a whipping boy and target for degradation.

Seeming to make up her mind, Mistress Green stopped
the running water and went and perched on the edge of
a toilet.
	"I think there is a drop left" she tells me as she
sits there opening her thighs wide.  Suddenly I
realise what she means and blushing at the humiliation
I crawl forward to again drink her urine.  She
squeezes a little out, and though I am revolted at the
taste it does not automatically make me want to retch.
 She keeps me in that position, and instructs me to
continue to lick her pussy.  I notice that she is
squeezing or pushing because I feel her cunt press
against my tongue rhythmically.  With horror and
disgust I realise that she is having a dump and that
as I sit here tonguing her pussy she is squeezing the
shit from her asshole.  Sure enough I hear the splash
and plop as each turd falls into the toilet bowl. 
Naturally there is also rather an odour, when combined
with the thought of her urine in my stomach causes
feelings of nausea again.

I hold my feelings on a tight rein thinking that it
would be hypocritical and undoubtedly pointless to
complain to Mistress Green about her uncouth
behaviour, especially as I am the one pressed to her
pussy drinking her piss.  She squeezes several more
turds into the toilet bowl.  There is a last dribble
of pee for me to drink before she sits back and I back
away a little.
	"Where the fuck do you think you're going!" she
angrily remonstrates.  I am surprised and hold still. 
"Take some paper and clean my asshole as well as you
can." I nervously do as she asks, using more paper
than is really necessary but reluctant to press too
hard in case she decides that I am being too rough,
and punishing me for that.  The act disgusts me,
though less than having to drink her pee, in fact I am
more embarrassed to have to help a grown woman like
this.

	"Now a bath," she tells me, probably just thinking
aloud.  "Lie on the floor face up."  I am puzzled by
the request but obey.  I think it is rather
unnecessary to act all shy about her nudity while
taking a bath since I have seen her completely naked,
and even eaten her cunt.  I lie down and stare at the
ceiling, and drift off into another daydream about
fucking her.  Her rapidly descending ass suddenly
obscures my view!  I move to get up, but before my
head is even an inch off the floor her weight hits me
and knocks me against the floor again.  

Her pussy is pressed over my nose and her thighs hold
the top of my head.  
	"Give me a bath now Dick!" she commands.  "You did
clean me properly didn't you?  So get that tongue out
and give my little rose bud a nice tongue bath!"  I am
trapped beneath her butt and am again trapped in
indecision.  When should I rebel and demand to be
returned to incarceration?  I had not yet found any
phone in the house so I was desperate to remain a
little longer.  

Tentatively I stick my tongue out, until I touch the
right area.  Immediately she shifts back and her
asshole is covering my mouth.  With my nose in her
pussy and my mouth covered I cannot breath at all. 
Panicking I start to lick her ass vigorously, and as
she shifts to get more comfortable I find that it is
just possible to breath through my nose.  As I stop
being so worried about my air supply my current
predicament intrudes.  I feel deeply degraded to be
doing this, and then I suddenly realise that there is
a bitter taste in my mouth.  Horrifically she had not
been as clean as I had hoped and I could taste her
excrement.  Nothing could stop it this time and I felt
the vomit rise up my throat.  I thought I was going to
drown and almost started to struggle against the
weight of her on my face.

With an amazing amount of control I managed to avoid
choking by swallowing the sick again.  The very acrid
taste of the vomit removed any trace of her shit from
my mouth, and enabled me to continue to rim her tight
little hole.  She sat on my face like that for several
minutes and I had to continue debasing myself.  She
started moving around a lot more, first of all
presenting her pussy to lick and then moving back
implying I had to lick her asshole again.

When she had had enough she calmly slipped into the
warm bath water and started washing herself with soap,
around her crotch and ass.  As I struggled back to a
kneeling position I was nearly in tears, angry and
resentful over her treatment.  If she was going to
wash, then why not wash before I gave her asshole a
tongue bath?  Tears of injustice pricked at my eyes.

After the bath I helped Mistress Green dress.  She
selected her own outfit in the next room; a room
devoted entirely to wardrobes of clothes.  I wouldn't
have known where to start.  I had to fasten the
various straps and buckles, slipping clothes carefully
over her skin.  Making sure her stocking seams was
straight.  She wore her knickers over her stockings to
make them easier to remove she informed me.  I had to
beg to be spanked one time when I let her bra strap
snap against her skin and my bottom was warmed for the
morning.

While Mistress Green and Mistress Benny were eating
their breakfast I was informed that Mistress Green
would be out of the house, and Mistress Benny would
have her own chores and so could not supervise me
closely, after breakfast Mistress Benny would provide
me with a list of jobs.  I delighted in this news
because it gave me a chance to search for a phone. 
After watching the two Mistresses' break their fast on
many tasty and delicious things; my little breakfast
of juice and buttered toast seemed very meagre. 
Another day I was going hungry, it seemed like I had
always been hungry.

Mistress Benny was waiting in room 3 so I hurried
along.  When I entered the first thing I was informed
was that I was going to have to wear a nappy! 
Mistress Benny looked at me and told me
	"After the mess you made yesterday, your toilet
privileges have been removed.  I will not have the
time to whip your ass as you piss, so I have chosen a
suitable alternative.  The nappy will prevent you
making a mess and when I remove it, you can be
punished if it is dirty!"
It seems pointless to argue and I meekly submit.  I
had decided the previous night that I was only going
to satisfy my thirst last thing at night, and then
only drink what I was given during the day.  That way
after emptying my bladder in the morning, the only
time I would need to use the toilet would be if I had
to drink a large quantity of Mistress Green's urine. 
The piss and juice I had drunk did not seem to be
causing me any trouble so far so I could ignore the
nappy as another embarrassing thing.

I had to lie on a low level counter as Mistress Benny
removed the uncomfortable leather strap that held my
dick and balls available, she also removed the
stockings which had the strange effect of making me
feel naked.  Then she powdered my hairless crotch and
smeared some cream right in my ass crack.  The nappy
was a normal towelling nappy, and the last step was a
pair of rubber pants over the outside to hold leaks. 
The whole procedure takes longer than I expect, it
seems pretty silly, and the end result has me ashamed
to be seen looking like a parody of a baby.   

Ten minutes later I was cleaning the floor of one of
the numerous bathrooms when Mistress Benny comes into
the room.  
	"Nappy check" she informs me.  I laconically inform
her that I have not used it yet.  I hope I sound
humble enough and not cheeky, but that does not matter
because Mistress Benny immediately launches into a
fearsome tirade.
	"You aggravating Dick!  You ungrateful slime!  You
pathetic male ass licker!  It took me an age to
costume you in the necessary gear so that you can
satisfy your little depravity for messing yourself,
and all you can do is sneer at me and inform me you
don't need it!"  This calls for some harsh
punishment."
I realise that perhaps I had sounded a little trite
and hasten to apologise.  Mistress Benny leaves the
room and I scurry along behind apologising as
profusely as I can.  

She takes me to room 8 where I was whipped as I pissed
the previous day, and again I have to hold the rings
that depend from the ceiling.  Mistress Benny removes
the nappy and proceeds to whip my ass with the cane
she used previously.  She whips until I am approaching
the point I cannot handle the pain anymore.  My ass is
painful.  After the whipping we return to room 3 and a
repeat of the process of putting on another nappy. 
The rough cloth irritates my burning ass as I return
to my chores.

I try to put the embarrassing interlude from my mind
and continue my work.  The simple menial tasks allow
me to forget the embarrassing and degrading situation
and daydream of freedom, and sometimes fantasise about
fucking Mistress Green.  A little time has passed and
again Mistress Benny pops into the room and demands a
nappy check.  She cannot be serious!  Obviously I had
not used it in the short time I had been wearing it,
but again I am treated to the accusation that I am
wasting her time.  

It takes all my courage to hold the rings and let
Mistress Benny hurt my already painful ass.  It feels
like I will never be able to sit again.  As Mistress
Benny places another nappy over my agonising bum I
have an epiphany: I am meant to use the nappy,
Mistress Benny wants to punish me for a dirty nappy,
not having a clean one!  The whole nappy rigmarole now
takes on a new light as I realise this is another
sadistic procedure to humiliate me and degrade me.

I again return to my chores trying to decide the best
course of action.  My ass is feeling so abused that I
come to the conclusion I must use the nappy and take
the risk the punishment for a dirty nappy is not worse
than a clean one, and it couldn't be, could it?  As I
kneel there contemplating this dilemma I realise the
depths to which I had been forced.  I was a grown man
thinking of deliberately wetting himself.  Putting my
decision into practise was actually harder than I
expected; the bonds of self control assumed as we grow
up are not easily severed.  Finally I miserably sat
there and felt my piss fill the cloth of the nappy.

I continued to perform my chores, and Mistress Benny
appeared as before.  This time when asked I admitted
that the nappy was full.  With a gleam in her eye,
Mistress Benny told me that I should crawl over to her
feet and explain myself and beg to be cleaned.  As I
did so I felt so low.
	"Mistress Benny forgive me" I started.  "This poor
creature of a pathetic slave cannot control his own
bodily functions.  I have pissed in my nappy Mistress
Benny.  Please clean me Mistress Benny"
We returned to room 8, the full nappy uncomfortable
against my naked crotch, as it squelched and squashed
around.  

Mistress Benny obviously viewed the sodden nappy with
distaste and I was the one that removed it.  A bucket
was provided for the soaking cloth.  With a lot of
trepidation I again clasped the rings.  I did not know
if I could stand much more pain inflicted on my ass,
but Mistress Benny was merciful and the ordeal was
over quickly.  I had made the right decision; a full
nappy was better than an empty one.

When Mistress Benny had a clean nappy in position I
returned to work.  I knew that I was going to have to
fill the nappy again, but my bladder was very empty. 
I ended up crouching on the floor straining to get any
little drop out of my cock.  As I continually failed
to do so I began to get extremely nervous that
Mistress Benny would appear.  Moving around into a
proper squat I thought that I felt the beginning of a
possible trickle of pee.  While doing this, I had a
horrible feeling, and then just as the thought formed,
I felt a bowel movement.  The head of a turd was
pushing from my ass; I could actually feel it against
my ass cheeks.  A consolation was that a small amount
of urine did enter the nappy.

I did not know what to do about my half emerged shit
and tried for a while to work with it where it was,
but that was too uncomfortable, so that in the end I
found it easier to squat and let the whole shit fill
my nappy.  I was highly conscious of the fact I had
fouled myself, disgusted that I had to do it, but
reassured that at least it was a dirty nappy and
Mistress Benny would be happy.  Though it was easier
to work I was reminded of the shit coating my ass and
insinuating itself in my crotch as I moved around.

Mistress Benny did not check on me again until a
little before lunchtime.  I had found that my bladder
was full again and made the mistake of thinking it
would be better in the nappy.  The combination of
faeces and urine in the nappy as I moved around had
resulted in something that felt like thick diarrhoea. 
Mistress Benny looked really revolted as I crept
towards her and explained my depravity, how I had been
unable to control my own bowels.  

In room 8, the nappy went into the same bucket, and
Mistress Benny stood as far away as possible as she
whipped my shit covered ass.  This explained the fact
she only used two strokes.  She actually put the now
shitty cane in the bucket too!  Back in room 12 the
purpose of the unusually large shower became obvious
as I was literally hosed down with a painful jet of
cold water.  Mistress Benny perked up at this and used
the jet to abuse my asshole as I bent over holding my
ass cheeks apart.

After a small repast at lunch, I drank a lot of water,
and I was equipped with a clean nappy.  I easily
filled the nappy but Mistress Benny did not check the
end of the afternoon when my chores were deemed
complete, by which time I had had to use it repeatedly
to empty my overfull bladder.  This nappy again joined
the others in the bucket and Mistress Benny used a
clean cane to give me the final beating of the day.

There was another indignity I was subjected to that
revolted me, before I could finally clean up and
perch, avoiding sitting on my painful bottom, and
writing this journal entry.

When Mistress Green returned home I had to explain
that during her absence I could not control my bodily
functions and had dirtied several nappies.  Mistress
Benny was directed to instruct me on the steps I
should take to prevent myself making the same mistake.
 I could have pointed out that the mistake was a
conscious decision to avoid a heap of pain but wisely
held my tongue!

In room 12 I was given the foetid bucket containing
the nappies and a shallow trough.  Each nappy had to
be scraped of shit and wrung as dry as possible into
the trough, by hand.  Sickened by the smell and the
depravity of the task it took me a long time to clean
them so that Mistress Benny was satisfied.  She then
showed me a special stool that enabled me to sit and
wash the nappies in the sink.  The stool was special
in that the trough of my faeces and urine were placed
on top and I sat in my waste as I cleaned the nappies.
 It was exceptionally disgusting and again it took a
long time to get the nappies clean enough to please
Mistress Benny.  I was then hosed down again and the
ordeal was over.

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