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Chapter 7
Mistress informed me we would be eating a very nice meal,
sharing the same well prepared delicacies. During the course of the meal
I would be instructed to perform certain tasks, and certain things would
be done to me. You will be given simple direction, and as usual are not
to speak unless directed to do so.
"First I must ask if you have ever done anything with another
man that could in any way be considered a sexual act?" Except for the
fantasies similar to tonight's activities my answer was a definite, no.
Mistress nodded to Missy, and again I was slapped.
"Though you are unaware of how, you just lied to me. Take a
look around the room. You have just passionately kissed four men." I was
shocked to say the least, despite the fact that Missy had told me that
Mistress specialized in feminizing men. All four of these "girls" would
turn heads upon entering any room. "Should you become one of us, you will
look no less the woman than these girls within a year. The girls get to
take care of some of my lovers when I'm busy, or just don't have an
appetite for what they wish to do. Please turn in your chair and face
Missy." Unnoticed by me, she had dropped her skirt and I was facing a
raging hard-on. "Go ahead slave, your first test is in front of you."
No matter how much you prepare yourself, a man's cock dangling
in the face of a person who is 100% heterosexual is never a pleasant
sight. Knowing this was probably to be one of my easier tasks tonight, I
slowly inched my mouth over Missy's throbbing tool. Unexpectedly, she
backed up and slapped me. "Have you never gotten a blow job in your life.
It is a rare occasion that Mistress Carla allows this to be enjoined by a
slave. Not get to work and show me how you would like to be treated."
And I did, licking, sucking, using my tongue and lightly
massaging his/her balls. This soon had Missy moaning with pleasure. But
Mistress clapped her hands and Missy backed away before she was able to
cum. "Better my dear slave, but anybody that proclaims to want to be a
slave would do that. Why don't we try taking it up a step. Please lie
down on the mat next to you, and I complied." Mistress sent slave Sandy
off and she returned with a German Shepard in tow. Mistress told me that
through extensive training by Sandy that "Butch" had come to love blow
jobs. Here is your next test, as Butch was led over to a point where his
parts were right above my head. A pillow was slid under my head to keep
me within an inch or two of his sheath. Mistress instructed me that it
would be necessary to treat Butch at least as well as Missy. After all,
Missy was just a slave. Butch is my companion and I love him like a
child. After a couple of seconds of hesitation, realizing this was not a
game, but the life I was hoping to become a part of, my hands reached up
towards Butch. Besides the humiliation of doing this in front of others,
how, was the next question. I managed to rub Butch a little, and slide
the sheath covering his cock back. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend
it was just another cock. My second in 15 minutes, and the second of my
life. Butch had begun to pant pretty heavily when, I assumed at Mistress'
direction he was pulled away. "Take him in the other room and satisfy
Butch, Sandy." " Sandy is also working on training Butch to fuck you
girls in the future. We found out all we needed too here and need to
eat. After a delicious shrimp cocktail we were presented with a steak
covered with little lobster tails. If it wasn't for the other strange
tastes in my mouth, I surely would have enjoyed the meal a lot more. When
finished, Mistress announced she was going to have a cigar before
dessert. Would I care for one? Thank you, but no. I did smoke cigarettes
and there were some in my pants. A wave of her hand and Patti retrieved
them. A few minutes into our smokes, Mistress said that there would be
times when slaves would be required to administer their own punishment,
so let's start your next test. Stub out your cigarette some where on your
body where I can see you do it. It's your choice where, just be quick
about it. So I turned my arm over slightly and stubbed it out on the
fleshy part, hoping for the best. It only produce a minor "aaah" and
minimal discomfort.
That was way too easy slave. As was the case with your oral
test, this is a two part test on your reaction to something painful.
Missy went over and took the cigar out of Mistress' hand and slowly
walked towards me, twirling the cigar in her fingers, with a devilish
look in her eyes. Better get a firm grip on the armrests slave, and don't
you dare move from the chair you're in. First came a light poking on my
back in two or three places. Then a more substantial pressing on my
shoulder. Finally, she pressed it very hard into two different places on
my chest, looked and saw it was still slightly smoldering, and put it out
once and for all on my right nipple. "Very good slave," commented
Mistress. Not an awful lot of noise escaped my lips, just a few little
gasps for air and a couple of muffled moans. There were tears running
down my cheeks and I had held my breath during most of the torment. "You
did have it pretty easy though" commented Mistress. "You can well imagine
that Missy, in deference to the fact she knew what you were going
through, chose spots that cause a lot less discomfort than I might choose
in the future. But you did well. You obviously have a better pain
threshold than some of the other slaves. That only means that I'll have
to be a bit more devious in order to get you to scream out the kind of
noises that are music to my ears."
Let's move on to dessert. During this last course you will be
given your last test. Be careful and think long and hard before
attempting to complete it. If you once finish this last task, your fate
will be sealed. Doing so will say to me that you have given yourself to
me totally, with no reservations. You will never, ever be allowed to
leave no matter what you say, no matter how you behave. Discipline will
be the only recourse to straighten you out. How painful your coming years
are will be determined by your own actions.
Slave Patti came into the room carrying two covered dishes.
Approaching Mistress she removed the top from one of them. Looking down
Mistress commented: " my favorite, of course. Baked banana covered with a
rich chocolate sauce, and whipped cream. And a slight drizzle of lemon
surrounded the whole thing."
Patti came over to me, but before she took the lid off Mistress
spoke again: " Yours is baked banana also slave, prepared a slightly bit
differently. Patti has eaten nothing but bananas for three days in
preparation for this event. Your banana has been baking inside her for
those three days, and was just now deposited on your plate. Your whipped
cream is some that has been deposited in my pussy by my lovers over the
past week or two. It was loving removed from my pussy by the mouths of
your fellow slaves and saved for you. And I'll bet you could even guess
this part. The yellow drizzle, quite a bit more on yours, is some of the
golden nectar I relieved myself of this morning."
"If you wish to remain here, you will use the spoon in front of
you, and then your tongue to make that plate clean enough to eat off of.
This is quite a decision, but one each of these slaves has already
conquered. There is no other way to continue. If I can't count on you to
perform this task, who knows what else you might balk at doing. Missy is
holding a plastic bag, just in case. But that only helps prevent a mess,
as you will have to consume anything you might upchuck into the bag to
finish the task."
"As this involves a decision affecting the rest of your life.
I'm going to leave and take a bath, with Sandy's assistance. The other
slaves will keep an eye on you, as will I by closed circuit, which covers
every square inch of the house. Upon my return one of two things will
have happened. You will have completed your task, or you will be out of
this house forever. If your task has been completed, you will be kissed a
second time by all of the slaves. And you will receive a special, one
time only treat from me." As she walked out with Sandy in tow, she turned
and smiled one evil smile and said: "Bon Appetite."
Chapter 8
After Mistress left, Missy quietly told me that it would go a
lot easier if, as much as possible, I closed my eyes and held my nose. It
could probably be done in 4 or 5 bites, plus the licking. That's all the
help I can offer, and it's a lot more than I received under the same
circumstances.
What was I going to do. Sure, I had read about toilet games
before, and even a couple of stories about slaves reduced to nothing more
than a human toilet. But that was a case of slaves being forced to do
what had to be the most disgusting thing a human could be asked to do.
And all I had to do was voluntarily eat and drink what had come out of
both men's and women's bodies as waste byproducts. Let's not try to make
this sound better than it was. To become Mistress' slave I had to eat a
dish of shit, piss and cum.
So here was the big decision. Pick up the spoon and eat, or get
my clothes and start the search all over. I slowly picked up the spoon
and picked up a good sized chunk. Get it over with as quick as possible,
don't chew, just swallow. I moved the spoon closer to my mouth (GOD that
awful smell) Closed my eyes and pinched my nose with my other hand, and
put it in. I instinctively gagged, but kept my mouth closed and Swallowed
as fast as I could. Tears streamed down my face, and the taste stayed in
my mouth of course. Missy smiled, knowingly, and moved the plate closer
to me. Four more difficult bites and most of the slop was gone. Licking
the plate clean meant keeping my eyes open and no holding my nose. By
this time it no longer mattered. I felt like the lowest of low life forms
for having done this. And what had it accomplished. As I finished licking
the plate the realization struck that this might well be one of the nicer
days in the rest of my life. Be careful what you wish for people. I can
attest to the fact that when you ask for trouble, it can come at you
tenfold.
Chapter 9
The plate clean to Missy's satisfaction, she handed me a glass,
of urine, she told me, if I wished to rinse my mouth. Better than the
taste that was predominantly there I thought, and used as little as
possible to swish out my mouth and swallowed.
Congratulations said Missy and it was echoed by the other two
slaves. For what, I thought to myself. For resigning myself to a life of
constant pain, humiliation and degradation, I'm congratulated. I had been
humiliated by sucking a dog and a man's cock. I had experienced pain with
the cigar. And I had degraded myself to the point where I voluntarily
consumed a plate of human waste like it was my first meal in a week.
Seeing as all the "girls" plus myself had voluntarily put ourselves where
we were. Considering it was something I had dreamed of attaining for a
long time, congratulations must be at least somewhat appropriate. None of
us would expect people living the traditional vanilla life to understand.
We probably couldn't explain it ourselves.
There was some scurrying around as the three slaves went to
their normal places, Missy by my side. Mistress Carla had returned
wearing nothing more than a thin lacy gown that hid nothing. A clap of
her hands and each of the slaves came over and gave me another kiss and
said welcome to our little sorority. It's very limited and you proved
yourself most worthy of our acceptance. And each said they loved me. If I
didn't now know that each of these beauties was a man, I might have
appreciated their tenderness much more. It would be a long time before I
could relish the kiss of another man, no matter how good Mistress could
do in transforming them into lovely looking ladies. There still was that
cock between their legs I couldn't get past. Maybe some thing about my
own transformation might help me see the light. These "girls" only had
each other in the whole world. Maybe it was possible to love another man
or men, just not real love, just spiritual lifelong companions or
something like that.
Mistress walked over and said it was time for the token gift
she had promised me. She dropped her robe to the floor revealing in it's
full glory her beautiful ebony body. Missy took my hands and held them
behind me. Mistress gave me a big hug, rubbing her beautiful, enticing
body up and down my chest and crotch. I could feel the hard nipples press
up against my own, and sported a raging hard-on. Am I going to be lucky
here I thought? One last chance to be a man before my whole life changed?
Mistress grabbed a hold of my cock and playfully ran her hand up and down
and squeezed gently. She pressed her lips to mine and kissed me
sensually. She then whispered into my ear: "isn't it sad that I hold in
my hand something that gives you such pleasure, yet it will feel nothing
but pain for the rest of your life." She stepped back and told me that
never would a female touch my body again, unless it was to torment me.
You have received my token gift. Feel lucky as only your near perfect
performance tonight allowed you the pleasures you just received. Most
have only received a kiss of congratulations.
My heart sank with those few words, though I knew that was
probably the case from the start. Pleasure wasn't in the cards for me,
ever again. Missy would suffer a little for her help in getting me
through the dessert.
Welcome to your new home. You mentioned in your ad an interest
in cross-dressing. Did you have a feminine name for yourself? Yes it was
Melanie. Mistress nodded to Missy, and again I was slapped. It is always
Mistress Carla when responding. Yes Mistress Carla, I'm sorry and won't
repeat the mistake. If you have my check brought in, I will sign it over
to you. It was done without another word.