A fat female slave visits her online Master for a holiday of brutal sexual punishments. MF Mdom bd nc viol ws tort bbw fat (mild) scat

Note: I absolutely condone the behaviour in this story. It's awesome. Do it if you possibly can - either giving or receiving. What's life for, if you can't live it on the edge?

Holiday

The first morning of your holiday with me. 

You wake up with a buzzing sound in your ears. In fact it sounds like it's coming from inside you, because it is. You have slept on your back on a thin mattress on the floor of my bedroom, at the foot of my bed, with two very powerful, mains-powered vibrators strapped inside your cunt and your arse. They are plugged into a power bar that is controlled by a timer, and timer has just tripped, turning them both on, probably just a few seconds ago. It is still dark, pitch black, but you can hear me breathing, still asleep, above you and in behind you, in my comfortable king-size bed. The vibrators are set to a low-medium setting, but they still send powerful pulses into your cunt and arse, slowly and repetitively. You remember that your orders are to lie there until it is finished, and to make very sure that you don't cum. But the pleasure is already building up. You are already hot down there, and as you remember that your last orders from me were not to cum, you start to get wet as well. 

You try to re-arrange yourself on the little mattress, but that's difficult to do, because you have spent the night in bondage. It's not the strictest bondage by any means, more just a reminder really of your status as my sex slave. You have thick, wide, soft leather cuffs on your ankles and wrists. There is chain between your ankles, but it would easily allow you to spread your legs wide enough to accommodate a man. There is chain connecting your wrist cuffs, running from each cuff to behind your back, but again there is enough slack in the chain that you could touch the palms of your hands together in front of you, or cup your own breasts in your hands. You are wearing a collar, of course, of the same thick, wide, soft leather. The collar is high, pushing your chin up, and sits tightly against your throat, so that you can feel your own breathing. Which is starting to become more and more rapid as the pulsing vibrators start to put your front and rear orifices through their paces. 

Apart from wearing these 7 items of slave bondage, you are, of course, completely naked.

There is a medium-length leash on your collar, also of chain, which is wrapped a few turns around one of the bottom feet of my bed, nearest you, and then trails back to you. Instead of the normal loop of leather at the end, there is a handle in the shape of a 4 inch dildo gag, made of shiny black rubber. It is laying on the floor by your head. That is not good - you were ordered to hold it in your mouth all night long. Of course that is easier said than done while sleeping. Reaching with your hands would require too much movement, and anyway you can barely reach your mouth even with one hand, due to the chain on your wrists, so you squirm sideways and backward a little to take the dildo-shaped handle of your leash back in your mouth. You take it between your teeth, and then work it backwards into your mouth, until you feel the rounded end nestle against your throat. You feel ashamed of yourself that you were unable to follow my order to keep the gag in your mouth voluntarily, all night long. You make a mental note to confess your failure to me, when I am awake, so that I can decide how to punish you for this disobedience. As you do so, a tremor passes up your cunt, a totally involuntary contraction against the throbbing vibrator, followed by a smaller, but more intense, contraction in your arse, Waves of pleasure flow out from the centres of contraction, setting off other little ripples and echoes. You moan, glad that the gag is in place to stifle your moans, in case they wake me up early. Waking me up too early would make me angry with you.

As you lie there, you start to sweat, and you start to move your body, heaving from side to side, trying to keep relaxed, trying to resist the urge to clamp down and clench against the powerful pleasure tools working away inside you. You try to resist the urge to reach up and stroke your nipples, to pleasure yourself, to magnify the stimulation from your arse and cunt. You struggle to resist these temptations, not only because I have forbidden you to touch your nipples without my permission, forbidden you to pleasure yourself in any way unless you are ordered to, but above all because you know that you will be severely punished if you cum. 

Minutes pass, and you are writhing with pleasure. You are rhythmically heaving your arse and cunt off the ground, as if trying to escape from the powerful pleasures being inflicted on them from within, but every time your arse jolts to the ground, there is another shock of pleasure in both holes. Your slave-essence is streaming from your cunt, dribbling into your arse, mixing with your sweat - you can smell that your whole body smells like a fully-aroused cunt, coated with juice. You are not sure how much more you can take. You try to focus on the punishment you will get if you cum, to lower your arousal level with fear, but it nearly backfires, imagining me punishing you severely is enough to nearly send you immediately over the edge into orgasm. You expel all the air from your lungs, through the dildo gag, and pull back from the edge, panting again like a bitch in heat. Your clitoris is like a burning beacon, absorbing waves of pleasure that come to it from seemingly every direction, magnified by every moment. You feel yourself expanding, suffused by warmth, tingling at every extremity. You bite down hard on the rubber dildo in your mouth, clamping it in your jaws, trying to resist the building orgasm, closing your eyes, holding your breath, but knowing there is no hope, you can't stop it now, you have failed to obey me again - but then the vibrators stop, both of them, in the same instant. In a trick of your brain, you hear the click of the timer going off, after the vibrators have already stopped. 

For a full minute you don't move, hardly dare breathe, in case moving triggers you into orgasm. The silky wet tightness of your cunt, and the rubbery dry tightness of your arsehole, still feel fired with electricity of their own. Slowly, the heat in your cunt cools, you feel your slave-essence chilling against the hard steel shell of the vibrator, the tension slowly relaxing from the near-orgasmic peak to a just a pleasantly high level of arousal. 

You take advantage of the still-aroused state of your cunt and arse to remove the vibrators, one at a time, more comfortably than would be the case if you waited for the pleasure to fade. To do this you need to get up into a squatting position and move your chained wrists around so that one is in front of your cunt, one in front of your arsehole. 

You work the dildo gag forwards out of your mouth with your teeth and tongue, and if falls to the floor between your spread thighs, quietly. You then clean the vibrators with your mouth, thoroughly, licking them clean, first licking and swallowing every drop of slave-essence from the cunt vibrator, then taking the smaller arse vibrator whole in your mouth, sucking the dark savour and aroma of your arse from its smooth metal, and cleaning it with a swirl of your tongue. You stand the cleaned toys on the floor against the wall by your mattress, ready for the next time they are used. 

From your squat you reach down to pick up the dildo-shaped rubber leash handle, then roll over slowly onto your side, then your back, and inch over to the foot of my bed, careful not to make much noise. Using your mouth, you start unwinding the leash chain from around the bed-foot.There is a little light coming in to the room. A dimly illuminated clock on the wall tells you the time is nearly 6:15 am. You estimate that you endured ten minutes of the dual vibrators, starting at 6am. You know that tomorrow the duration will be increased to 15 minutes, starting at 5:55. And probably the intensity will be set higher. And every day you are here with me, the intensity and duration will be set higher still. You know that, inevitably, you will fail to be obedient to my orders, and you will receive very severe punishment for disobediently having an orgasm. You have no idea how you will be able to resist cumming next time. 

You now have the full length of leash chain unwound. Awkwardly you gather it in your hands, then squirm backward on the floor to your mattress. You pull yourself unsteadily to your feet, using the wall. As you stand with your legs apart, you can feel that your cunt is still very wet,  emitting a strong aroma of slave-pleasure as its wet folds mingle with the cool morning air.

You let the leash-chain dangle between your legs, then, reaching around with one hand, pull it between your legs and up to the small of your back, the chain sliding between the lips of your pussy. You have to bend to one side, and move your hands in opposite directions, to bring the leash up to your collar, and clip it through a spring-clip at the back of your neck. You stand, and check the single length of chain running from your throat, between your tits, down to your cunt and disappearing into the slit of your cunt. You feel the double length of chain running up and then down your back, the rubber dildo-handle at the end of the chain brushing against the top of your arse.

You squat down again, and, straining, rub the tip of the dildo into your wet cunt, pushing past the chain, wetting it with your slave-juice. Then, changing the angle of your squat, you force the now-lubricated dildo into your arse, pushing it until you feel its head resting securely against your inner sphincter like a ball and socket. The chain leash is now taut, digging in to the folds of your cunt. Your arse muscles are clamped firm to keep the dildo from coming out. With one hand down, the other at the small of your back, you feel along the chain now digging into the front of your cunt, and find the tiny butterfly clamp. You adjust the chain slightly and part your cunt with your fingertips to expose your clitoris. Your clitoris is still throbbing and still highly aroused. You close the little butterfly clamp around your clitoris, and turn the small screw, increasing the pressure in the clamp, until the pain in your clitoris makes you stop. You then take a short breath, brace yourself, and turn the screw one more half turn, quickly. Pain shoots through your entire cunt, and you mewl like a wounded animal, wishing you had the rubber dildo gag in your mouth instead of your arse so it could help you to keep quiet and avoid waking me too early. 

Your leash chain is now tightly secured between the front and rear of your collar, with the portion of chain in your cunt very tightly secured between the 4 inch dildo clamped in your arse, and the cruelly tight butterfly clamp pinching your clitoris. You are now dressed for your first morning duty as my sex slave. 

You walk slowly into the bathroom. Every step causes a twinge of pain in your cunt and clitoris, a tugging and thrusting motion of the dildo in your arse, and a pleasurable sliding feeling of the chain in your cunt. You step into the shower, and with your hand behind you, turn on the water, which sprays down, hard and cool. You still stink of masturbating cunt, but washing it off is not for your benefit, purely for mine. I like you clean when you serve me in the morning. You shower for a few minutes, moving about under the spray, not really able to use your hands much. You get some gel and manage to soap it into your cunt, arse, and the lower parts of your tits, careful not to release the pressure on your dildo with your inner arse muscles. You take a razor, put more gel on your nearly hairless cunt, and shave until it is perfectly smooth, as I have ordered it to be during your stay with me. You soak your hair, but you can't shampoo yourself at all, you need me to do that for you, as a reward if you serve me faithfully, obediently, and with all of your body and soul. 

You can't use a towel, so after you turn off the shower with your hands behind you again, you just stand there and drip dry for a few minutes in the warming bathroom air. After a while you are mostly dry, apart from your hair, with droplets of water scattered over your skin. You know how much I like to see you looking like that. You reach up with one hand, the other going behind your back, and bend your head to stroke your wet hair, shaping it into position. 

You walk back into my bedroom, feeling the same mixture of pain, pleasure and sensation with every step. You come to the side of the bed, at the end near my feet. You see me still sleeping. It is quite light now. The clock shows 6:27. You stand there, motionless, taking the opportunity just to look at me, until the clock changes to 6:29. You wait a little longer, then, very carefully, you pull back part of the bedcovers. Crouching down, you put your hands out in front of you, only a few inches as that is as far as the wrist chain will permit them to go. Then you carefully lower yourself onto the bed. Using your legs, you push yourself very slowly forward, until your head is between my thighs. You feel the leash chain between your tits, the little clamp painfully tugging at your clit, and this reminds you to keep your arse clenched tight on the dildo, to keep it from coming out. 

Between my thighs you see my cock, soft and slightly curled, but still large. You reach out delicately with your tongue, watching the clock out of the corner of your eye, and as it changes to 6:30, you trace around the inside of the rim of my foreskin with the tip of your tongue, circling. After a few circles you see my cock start to respond, the foreskin widening as the head of my cock begins to emerge. You slip your tongue over the head of my cock, stroking it with broad strokes, and the body of the cock itself responds to your attentions by widening and growing, straightening, rising toward your mouth. 

It is still of a size to fit entire into your mouth and so you take it, feeling my foreskin against your back teeth, feeling my cock head hardening against the roof of your mouth, wrapping and caressing my cock with your tongue, until soon its hardening length is forcing back into your throat and forcing itself half out of your mouth. Now you close your mouth over the upper half of my cock, feeling the heat from it as it hardens in your mouth and starts to throb, and you start to work my hard cock with your mouth, lubricating it with your mouth-essence, sliding up and down, grazing and chasing the taut cock-skin with edges of your teeth to stimulate and pleasure me. You feel my hands in your wet hair, my fingers locking in to the wet strands, forcing you down onto my stiff cock, as I start to thrust into your mouth, pushing my bulging cock head into the back of your throat. As I wake up I fuck your mouth, fuck my slave's wet & willing & waiting mouth, rape your slave-mouth with my cock, just for a few minutes, enjoying the sounds of you gagging and choking on my cock while you struggle to keep pleasuring me with your tongue and lips and teeth and cheeks, and then I relax again a little, laying back with my hard cock ramrod straight, filling your mouth, and let you please me, your head and mouth bobbing up and down, drool spilling from your mouth as you keep my cock well lubricated, just as if I was fucking your cunt, muscles working hard in your throat and face as you squeeze my cock in tight rings of pleasure and give downward thrusts, upward pulls, in rhythmic succession, just as if you were jerking me off into your eagerly waiting mouth, but all without the use of your hands, all just with your mouth and throat and tongue and teeth. I lie there and let you pleasure my cock with all of your being, my hands knotted into your hair, until I start to thrust upward again, but with a slower rhythm than before, more like waves, building in power, and you feel my balls tighten, and go hard, and hear my sharp intake of breath...

I push you away with one hand in your hair, turning you around. You slide out of the bed and land on your arse with a bump. You are too disappointed to notice the physical shock. Why didn't I cum in your mouth? You wonder if you have done something wrong. You can still taste the musky, meaty taste of my cock. But you want more. You want to taste more cock, and you crave the even sweeter taste of my cum in your mouth. You turn and look back at me, imploringly. 

"Play time's over, cunt," I say good-naturedly. "Time's a-wasting, we need to get on. I have plenty more duties for you today. Admittedly, most of them are significantly less pleasant for you than that one. But that's why you're the slave." I wink and give you a little slap on the tits, barely more than a pat. "Let's go, cunt. Toilet time!" "Yes Master, thank You Master", you reply meekly, still saddened that I have not cum in your mouth. "Thank You for permitting this cunt-slave to orally pleasure Your Cock, Master", you add, somewhat belatedly, but I let it go.

You get to your feet, which is quite difficult given the short reach of your hands and the lack of a wall behind you, but you use the bed instead. You notice that despite your clean skin, still flecked with droplets of clean shower water, you can smell your cunt again, and you feel wet down there. You hope that I won't notice the smell and punish you for it. You start to shuffle toward the bathroom, and the sudden pain in your clit reminds you of your leash, and the need to keep your arse clenched around the leash dildo. Luckily you fell right onto your arse when you came off the bed, so it didn't fall out then. You stretch from side to side to get the dildo and the lengths of chain positioned properly. You feel the dildo align into your arsehole, and the chain slot correctly up into your cunt, easing the pain in your clit slightly. 

As you are moving slowly, I push past you. "Come on, slowpoke!" "Yes Master, sorry Master."

When you get to the bathroom, I am already seated on the toilet, facing you, my hard cock pointing straight at you. You are pleased to see it's colour is an angry red and purple. You know that this means you brought me close to orgasm, and that makes you feel a lot better.

Using the wall to your right, you slide down until you are sitting on the floor in front of me, then you shuffle forward until your legs are on either side of the toilet base, bent. I unclip one of your ankle chains so you can get in close. The rubber dildo underneath you is pressed up into your arsehole at an angle, painfully hard, but nothing you can't handle. The pain is nothing compared to the pain you endure when I sodomise your arsehole with my cock, which usually makes you cry what I humorously call your `tears of joy'. 

You shuffle closer, ignoring the pain in your arsehole and the sharp tugs on your clamped clit, until you can feel cool porcelain on your inner thighs, and my angry cock is right in front of your face again, nearly brushing your lips. I reclip your ankle chain, around the back of the toilet. Then I settle back, forcing you to strain forward to maintain the position of your lips relative to my cock.

"Open your mouth, cunt."

You obey, mouthing a somewhat incoherent "Yeth, Mathter" as best you can. 

You know that I haven't ordered your mouth forward onto my cock, and I won't, because you are not kneeling in front of the toilet to suck my cock. I want your mouth open and your lips just in front of my cock, so that I can see everything that happens and enjoy it. 

I relax a little more, and breathe deeply, and you catch a whiff of my bowels opening as I take a big dump into the toilet. Your nose wrinkles a little, but you stare obediently into my eyes, never flinching, showing your devotion. There are a few more big splashes, then another deep, satisfied breath, and you see my cock quiver upwards a little bit, and you know what is coming next. You brace yourself and focus on holding your mouth open, keeping your tongue down flat at the base of your mouth. 

You smell and taste at the same time as my hot piss first spurts over your lips and into your mouth, and then quickly turns into a strong, hot stream. You try to angle the back of your throat to let it pool there, and then you start to swallow, trying for fast, frequent, small gulps. You don't want too much to build up in your mouth, as it's hard to swallow large amounts and you don't dare spill any out of your mouth or onto the floor. The taste is burning in your mouth and you are fighting back the urge to vomit, but you know you must swallow every drop. It's not just a question of obedience, though of course you must show always that your obedience is total. It's also a question of survival, as I have made it clear that your only source of fluids during your stay with me will be drinking my piss. Since a human being can die in only three days without fluids, my piss has become your life-giving fluid. As piss is not the ideal fluid, however, you know that it is crucial that you drink my piss as frequently as possible and in as large a quantity as you can, or you will get sick. 

A minute is a very long time when you are swallowing a strong stream of man piss, but after a long minute I am done. I motion you forward: "Clean me, cunt." Gratefully you take my cock, large and still semi-hard, into your mouth. I release the final spurts of piss, which you swallow directly, and then you proceed to clean the shaft of my cock with your tongue, sucking away and swallowing the last traces of my piss. You feel a little ill, but also slightly refreshed and definitely less dehydrated. You keep searching for a little more fluid, probing down toward my balls with your tongue in case any has spilled there. You start to taste again the meaty taste of my cock, though the sharply salty taste of my piss is still the dominant flavour, but it's enough to remind you of your urges and you start to work harder on my cock with your tongue, squeezing with your mouth and pushing down, trying to get my cock fully hard again, to see if it will feed you its sweeter, hotter, golden fluid - my cum. 

This disobedience earns you a slap across the face, turning your head and knocking my cock out of your surprised mouth. I put my hands on your tits and, for want of any proper instrument of punishment, twist my sharp fingernails into your nipples. You yelp with the pain. 

"I did not order you nor permit you to pleasure my cock. Disobedient cunt!"

"this slave-cunt is sorry Master. this slave-cunt wanted to please you, Master". You hang your head in shame, yelping and mewling a little as I continue to torture your nipples. You try to accept the pain, accepting it is the just punishment for your disobedience. You can't help but look up again at my face to gauge how I am feeling. You can see a smile on my face, smiling as I torture your nipples, and for a moment you smile back, before another spike of pain in your nipples wipes away your smile, but not your feeling of relief that I'm not really angry or disappointed with you.  In another moment, I release your nipples. 

"Thank You for punishing this slave-cunt's disobedience Master. this slave-cunt is grateful for its punishment. Thank You for permitting this slave-cunt to be a grateful toilet for Your Cock and Your Piss, Master."

"Good cunt. Now go and make my breakfast, cunt. I'm having a shower." I stand and walk past you. "Yes Master", you say sweetly. 

I unclip one ankle chain again and you shuffle back from the toilet. You notice that, as usual, a few drops of my piss have fallen onto your belly, tits and pussy. You know it is disobedient to leave them there. You wipe the drops from your belly and pussy onto your hands, and lick them off your hands. As the other drops of piss are on the upper part of your tits, it is easier to push your tits up into your face and lick the piss directly off your tits. With this duty done, you turn yourself around so that your feet are facing the door. I reclip your ankle chain. You look round at me, questioningly. 

"That's right cunt. Don't walk to the kitchen. Crawl."
"Yes Master," you say obediently. 

You slowly spin your legs round again behind you, and with some difficulty get into a very shallow crawling position. The very short reach of your arms makes this difficult, as does the need to keep your leash chain correctly in position in the slit of your cunt, all the while keeping your arse clenched to ensure the dildo does not fall out in the maneuver. But you manage it, and start to the kitchen at a very slow crawl. 

Once in the kitchen, you pull yourself up at the side of the hob and begin to make breakfast. It's difficult with your hand restraints, but it's not impossible as long as you mostly use one hand at a time. It does mean that most of the high cupboards are out of reach, but that is exactly how I intend it, since the things that are forbidden to you to eat are kept up in those cupboards. 

After a little while you have all the makings of an excellent breakfast - for one person - ready to serve up. You get out a single plate, and set the kitchen table. You hear me emerging from the bedroom, and I come in to the kitchen, freshly showered and wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. 

"Morning, cunt."

"Thank You, Master. Good morning, Master. Breakfast is served, Master. Thank You for permitting this slave-cunt to serve You by preparing Your breakfast, Master."

I ignore your simpering and sit down at the table. I pick up my knife and fork and tuck in to breakfast enthusiastically, reading the paper that you have set on the table. You carefully work your way under the table, until you are sitting on the floor in front of my chair, with your legs bowed. Without paying any attention to you, I lift the front legs of the chair slightly, then drop them down so that your ankle chain is behind them, under the chair. You push forward until your thighs are touching the chair legs and your dildo is jamming hard up into your arsehole again. I continue reading the paper as you pull the top of my boxers down with your teeth. My cock springs out, still large and semi hard. You take it into your willing mouth. 

You know that your orders during breakfast are to keep my cock rock hard at all times, providing maximum oral pleasure, but not to cause me to cum. As usual, if you cause me to cum without permission, you will be punished very severely. So, while working my cock as hard as you can with your tongue and mouth, you have to remain highly alert to tremors or tension in my cock or balls that warn I am near to cumming, and reduce your stimulation accordingly, but then resume strong stimulation as soon as it is safe to do so. In this fashion, you suck my cock vigorously through the news section, the politics section, the business section and the sports section, until I lean my chair back and push you away.

"Thank You, Master, for permitting this slave-cunt to orally pleasure Your Cock", you say, your mouth now thomewat thore. 

I ignore you, but you are pleased to see me struggle to tuck my red, rigid, rock hard cock, glistening with your mouth-juice, back into my boxers. 

I know that you need to pee frequently, and that you must be near your limit now, so I motion you over to the line of steel dog bowls that are on the floor at the side of the kitchen. "Piss, cunt", I say, sounding rather bored, so in fact it comes out a bit like "Pisscunt", which you know is a reasonably fair description of you. 

Pulling yourself up into a squatting position, you shuffle over to the steel dog bowls and position yourself over the first one, which is empty, taking care not to tip it over with your ankle chain. I am still ignoring you. You go ahead and release your piss into the dog bowl. It takes a while, but soon the dog bowl is about a third full and you can smell the stink of your piss. You squat there for a while longer, dripping into the bowl, since I do not allow you the use of toilet paper, or even your hand, to wipe your cunt.

I appear to notice you are finished. "Well done, cunt."

"Thank You for permitting this slave-cunt to piss in its dog bowl in Your presence, Master." You are still squatting over the bowl. You see I am looking over to see if you have spilled any on the floor. You are a little disappointed by this. You hope that I would realise that you have already checked for spilled piss, and if you found any, you would already be begging me for permission to lick it up off the floor. But then suddenly you remember that you let your dildo fall out of your mouth overnight, and you have forgotten to confess this disobedience to me. I see the alarm in your face.

"What is it, cunt? What have you done?"

"Oh Master, this slave-cunt is so sorry, it has forgotten to confess disobedience to Master. this slave-cunt did not keep its dildo in its mouth all night, as Master so graciously ordered this slave-cunt to do. this slave-cunt is very sorry and it begs to be punished."

I imagine my expression conveys just slightly annoyance. 

"Very well. Bad cunt. Four additional demerits for you at Morning Punishment, two for dropping your gag, and two for failing to confess your disobedience immediately."

"Thank You Master, Thank You for granting this slave-cunt Your just and generous Punishment."

"Yeah, ok, whatever. Now get down on your knees and drink your breakfast, cunt."

A sad look crosses your face, as it does when you know you have disappointed me. 

"Master, this slave-cunt is sorry, this slave-cunt cannot kneel, due to health reasons. If Master desires this slave-cunt to kneel, it will kneel, but kneeling will cause this slave-cunt agony, and damage the slave-cunt's health, and impair its ability to serve You, Master"

I have heard all of this before of course and simply forgot because it's second nature to me to have my slaves kneel. Oh well. 

"Bad cunt. One additional demerit at Morning Punishment. Crawl, then, to your dog bowl, and drink your breakfast. Then bring out your night bowl and we will make your daily meal."

Gratefully, you slowly lower yourself down into the low-crawl position, and crawl round in a brief circle back to the dog bowl you have just finished pissing into. This is your `breakfast' - your own morning piss. You lower your face into the steaming warmth and begin to slurp up your own warm piss, taking small swallows, pacing yourself as, unlike when drinking a strong stream of piss, there is no urgency to swallow a large amount quickly. After about five minutes, while I go off to get dressed, you finish most of the bowl, and starting licking it clean. Again, you feel slightly queasy but quite refreshed as the hydration in your system improves. 

As I am still not around, you slowly turn around and begin the crawl back to the bedroom. You notice me in there, selecting a nice designer shirt. You crawl over to your mattress, and the dog bowl next to it. It is full of your piss from the night, since you have to go frequently and you are not allowed to use the proper toilet at night (or at any time). Luckily today there is nothing else in there, only your strong, stale piss. You put your mouth up to the edge of the bowl, clamp your jaw onto the edge, and start crawling back to the kitchen, sliding the bowl of your night piss in front of you. Of course you have to crawl very slowly and carefully, to avoid spilling it. Even then, some of the piss slops up into your mouth. You are forced to swallow the slops to make sure they don't go on the floor. The taste is really foul, very acrid and bitter. Eventually you get to the kitchen, and push the bowl up to the wall, at the end of the line of steel dog bowls. Then you wait for my next order.

After a few minutes I come out, fully dressed now and looking extremely dapper. I walk over to where you are laying on the floor, in your crawling position. 

"On your feet, cunt. No time for lazing around!"

You bring yourself slowly up to a standing position, using the wall to help you. I walk up behind you. You feel the chain unclipped from the back of your collar, and next thing you know the dildo is yanked unceremoniously out of your arse, torn painfully out of the now instinctively tight grip of your arse muscles. I pull the chain through your legs, yanking hard on the clit clamp which comes clean off. You yelp with pain and tears water in your eyes. I give your tits a few hard slaps to warm them up, then I wrap the chain in figure eights three or four times around your tits, loop the last length of chain through the figure eights between your tits to make a knot, and push the dildo gag into your mouth. 

"Clean your arse gag, cunt."

You taste the aroma, and taste of your arse, and something more. Unsurprisingly, when you were squatting and pissing there was a little movement from out of your arsehole as well. But I am staring you in the face so you lower your eyes obediently and begin to suck and lick it clean, swallowing all the residues, until you can taste nothing but smooth rubber. 

You open your mouth, still containing the gag, to show it is clean, or at least to indicate you are done. 

"Good cunt."
 
I open the fridge and take out a 2 lb bag of low grade stewing meat, basically one 
up from dog food. I cut the bag open, bend down, and pour the chunks of meat 
into your night bowl. Despite me being careful, some of your night piss splashes 
out. No worries, you will lick that up later. The raw meat will marinade in your 
strong, concentrated night piss marinade, until supper time, when you will fish 
the chunks out of the piss with your mouth and swallow them down. I generally 
then throw the piss marinade away, unless you've been a particularly bad 
girl.
 
"Now go to the Punishment frame for Morning Punishment, cunt. You may walk, as I'm in 
a hurry;"

You simply bow your head, as it is impossible to give a correctly obedient reply with the dildo still in your mouth. 

You walk to the Punishments room, with your leash chain clinking as your big tits move around. The Punishment frame is a simple rectangular frame of tube steel, about six feet square. You step up in front of it and spread your legs as wide as your ankle chain will allow. I clip your ankles cuffs into bolts in the ground. Then I take your wrists, still connected by the chain, and lift them, pushing your body forward until your body is nearly parallel with the ground and your chained tits are hanging straight down. Your arms are stretched up behind your back in the bastinado position, favourite of the Spanish Inquisition and Latin American police state torture chambers. I attach your chain to a peg on the top bar of the frame. 

"Spit your gag out, cunt."

You obey. The gag dangles beneath your heavy, chained tits.

"Why are you bound in the Punishment frame, cunt?"

"Master, this slave-cunt is in the Punishment frame for its Morning Punishment. Morning Punishment teaches this slave-cunt to fear its Master and to strive to be ever more obedient to the maximum of this slave-cunt's ability, Master. Morning Punishment teaches this slave-cunt that it exists to receive pain from its Master and to be grateful for its Master's mercy, Master. Morning Punishment teaches this slave-cunt it has no rights and must gratefully and humbly accept whatever suffering pleases its Master's needs, desires, or whims, Master. This slave-cunt humbly thanks its Master for the privilege of suffering Morning Punishment every day at the powerful and noble hands of You, this slave-cunt's Master."

You repeated the punishment submission formula perfectly, and I was somewhat impressed, since up until now you had only seen the formula in writing. 

"What's your tariff this morning, cunt?"

"Master, this humble unworthy slave-cunt begs to please be punished with ten standard punishments and five demerits. Master, this slave-cunt begs for ten standard punishments because it is a worthless cunt that must learn to fear its Master's displeasure more than death, and love punishment from its Master more than life itself. Master, this slave-cunt begs for two demerits because it disobeyed its Master and let its dildo gag leash out of its mouth overnight. Master, this slave-cunt begs for two demerits because it did not immediately confess its disobedience to its Master. Master, this slave-cunt begs for one demerit because it is unable to serve its Master by kneeling to drink its morning piss from its dog bowl."

"Accepted. Replace your dildo gag."

You start to shake your body and tits, trying to swing the dildo gag back up on its chain towards your mouth. With your legs splayed wide apart, your tits hanging down, and your arse sticking back toward me, this is as difficult for you as it is amusing for me. Soon your arse is bucking backwards and forwards like I am sodomising you, and your tits are swinging wildly, despite the chains - which luckily for you are securely and tightly tied around your tits. Eventually, after several attempts, you manage to catch part of the dildo gag between your teeth, and work it into your mouth with your lips. You then suck it back in your mouth until it touches your throat. 

Your chained tits are still swinging heavily around in random circles.

"Very well, cunt. For your standard punishment, you will receive 8 strokes of the horsewhip on your arse, 1 stroke across your tits, and 1 stroke into the cleft of your arsehole and cunt. For your demerit punishment, you will receive a further 3 strokes of the horsewhip across your tits and a further 2 strokes into your cleft. "

I ready the long horsewhip, gathering it in my hands. 

"As you are gagged, we will dispense with you verbally begging for each stroke, thanking me after each stroke, and counting each stroke. However, I expect you to beg mentally, and thank me mentally, and I want to see that in your body language and in particular in the way you present your arse and cunt to the whip. Is that clear, cunt?"

You shake your head vigorously, making your arse bounce up and down delightfully and your tits again start to swing from side to side in their chains. 

I bring the whip back, and up, and down across your arse. You scream into your gag, a scream that is interrupted as the second stroke comes down across your arse in diagonal to the first. I wait, as your screams turn into sobs, then into panting. A large red X slowly appears across your arse, slicing across both big cheeks. 

I strike again, and again you scream, and sob, and pant, and a second big red X appears. 

Then a third.

Then a fourth. 

You are sobbing and mewling continuously. If you weren't gagged, you would be begging me to stop, pleading, offering me anything. And you're no doubt trying to do exactly that despite the gag. That's what all the mewling is probably about. And you haven't had the worst of it yet. 

I walk round to the front of you, inspecting you. Your tits are still chained, but the gag is nearly falling out of your mouth, you are barely hanging on. Drool is pouring out of your mouth, running down the chain, pooling on the floor. You will be forced to lick that up later. 

I take the gag from your mouth, unfurl the chain from your tits, so they will have no protection, wrap it a few times around your throat, clip it to your collar, and force the gag back in, pushing so far that you choke, but it is jammed in your rear jaw, less likely to fall out. I take a couple of steps back to get some range, stretch the horsewhip out to the side, sidearm style, and stroke. 

As the horsewhip strikes across your hanging tits, you howl like a wolf and dance, jumping from one foot to the other, even though the bolted cuffs only let you jump an inch and a half. You shake your tits like you want to shake them right off your body to get rid of the pain. The shaking and jumping goes on for nearly a minute, until finally it subsides. I can just hear you whimpering through the gag. You look at me now, straight in the eyes, and just beg me, beg me not to do it again. 

Those were not your orders, cunt. I ordered you to beg for the whip. 

The first red slash, all down the length of the right side of one tit, with a matching  milder slash on the right side of the other, is showing in strength when I whip your tits from the other side. This time you jump and dance and jump for more than a minute, screaming through your gag for most of it. 

For the third and fourth strokes, the dancing and jumping and shaking and screaming never stops. 

Now I pause again. Slowly your screaming turns into sobbing. Constant sobbing, you never get back to just panting.

"Now it's time for the horsewhip to punish your cleft, cunt."

I can see your eyes. They go white. You start screaming again, repeatedly. I know what you're trying to say. It's a little word, beginning with `N', ending in `o'. But it's use is not permitted to slaves. And that's why I gagged you for this Morning's Punishment. 

I brush the whip gently on your cheeks. You stare back wildly, helplessly, wondering if this is mercy. I'm not sure myself. I raise the whip. You scream into the gag again. A little spurt of piss comes out of your cunt, like a horse pissing, emptying some of the breakfast drink that's reached your bladder so far this morning. You really shouldn't waste piss like that, you will need it if you are to survive your holiday with me. 

"Silly cunt, I can hardly whip your cunt from the front of you, when you're suspended tits-down, can I?"

I walk around behind you, to where your patch of fear-piss stains the floor. I had intended to rotate the punishment frame so that your tits and cunt face up, into the down-stroke of the whip. I decide to have a little mercy after all. I leave you as you are, and give you the weaker up-stroke, mostly into your cunt cleft, with just the weak backlicks going into the cleft of your expansive arse. 

Your whole body clenches together, you nearly bring your knees together despite the chains on your ankles and the bolts holding your cuffs to the frame. There is not a sound, until after what might be about ten seconds, the clench relaxes. Another little spurt of piss comes from your cunt, which I can plainly see in front of me, bright red as a bruised tomato along the whole length of all four spread lips. 

You enter the zone of the slave, and surrender to the pain. Your thighs part, your cunt and arse open to me like a lover. 

I whip your cunt again, and again. Parts of your cunt lips are starting to bruise black. It is a beautiful thing to behold, a red-raw and black-bruised cunt. 

"Bad cunt. Demerit punishment. For begging me to stop, one demerit. For not initially begging with your body, one demerit. For pissing on my floor, one demerit."

You took the three extra strokes on your cunt like a perfect slave. At the end, blood was trickling from your cunt lips. I licked it from them as I took you down.




