„Yes, Mistress“ i whimper. „But...“
„Don’t go fucking ,but’ with me, you filthy slut!“ she screams. I shut up, afraid she’s going to beat me again if i don’t.
She’s still furious. No, she isn’t just furious, she’s FURY, capital. My pussy is burning from the whipping and i’m sure the skin on my butt has cracked when she hit me. At least that’s what it feels like. But that is all nothing compared to the degradation she’s put me through. I couldn’t believe it when she told me to lie in the baththub and stood over me, her legs spread, her hot pee hitting me hard all over my face. But despite all the degradation and humiliation i felt, there was also something else. I realized that i reacted very strongly to her calling me filthy slut. While she was whipping my pussy she once called me a „ dirty fucking cunt“ and even when i was in agony i just thought „yes, she’s right, i’m a dirty fucking cunt“. I actually loved being called a cunt, a word i always detested and hated.
So i’m lying in her pee and she wants me to stay here until the morning, until she lets me out again. But... it’s only 11 in the morning!
That’s twenty hours she wants me to lie here in her pee!!!

She’s pacing the apartment but it seems as if she’s slowly calming down.
„Mistress, please, i beg you for your permission to say something.“ My body is still shaking from the pain and degradation.
„What is it, slut?“ she snarls.
„I beg your pardon, Mistress. I know i am in no position to question your decision or the way you punish me.“ She grunts, nodding her head. „But please allow me to point out that it’s still twenty hours till i have to leave in the morning. That seems to be very long. But please, Mistress, if that’s my punishment, i gladly accept it.“
She stops in midstride, looking at me with a puzzled expression. Then she turns around and looks at the clock in the living room.
Is it possible that she didn’t realize it’s still morning? That we just got up after a long night? Did she drink that much or was it her rage that made her forget the time?
She thinks for a moment. „Hmm. Yes. You got a point there. I’ll think about it while I eat breakfast.“ She leaves, closing the door to the bathroom, leaving me to soak in her pee and think about my transgression. I’m getting thirsty but i don’t dare to turn on the water to drink.

I don’t know how much time has passed when Charon returns. By then i’m cold, hugging my knees and starting to shiver. My pussy and butt still hurt but the humiliation has passed. In fact, i feel different now when i think back of that moment she was standing over me, dousing me with her pee. It’s like i was allowed to experence the essence of being her slave. As if i had reached the bottom, a place i was always destined to reach. The same with her calling me names. It fits to be called „slut“ or „cunt“, because as a matter of fact that’s exaclty what i am, or what i long to be.
She looks down at me with contempt. „Ok, slut. I’m willing to let you out. But only if you come up with a good proposal on how to make up for your misdemeanor.“
„Thank you Mistress.“ Luckily i have thought about that while sitting in the tub.
„First, i humbly beg for your forgiveness. I didn’t do it on purpose. I beg you to allow me to clean you after you’ve been on the toilet.“
„Are you sure? Doing what on the toilet? Just peeing or... ?“
Oh my. Didn’t think about that. Licking her ass clean is out of the question. But then again, i can’t tell her so, can i?
„That is your decision, Mistress. You’re my owner, i will obey any of your commands.“ Oh god. Owner? Did i just call her owner? A satisfied smile plays around Charons lips.
„And, what else?“ she demands to know.
„Mistress, i buy you a new mattress and sheets, of course.“
„Uh huh. And how and when exactly do you plan to do that? That wasn’t some cheapo crappy mattress, you know. The sheets alone cost more than you earn in two weeks. And you don’t have no money to spare, as you told me.“
„I thought maybe you could... i mean, if i worked for it?“
„What? What are you talking about, slut? Express yourself properly.“
„I am sorry, Mistress. What i wanted to say is: What if you loaned me the money and i work for you to pay it back?“
„And what kind of work would that be? You’re cleaning my apartment already. For free, too.“
„I was thinking ... like in the movie? Doing such things? Isn’t there a way to ... umm, earn money with that?“
„You want to become a pornstar? Or a whore? You really want to whore yourself to pay for that mattress? You’re really a filthy slut, you know. You’re sitting in my pee, offering me to sell your body for me. A filthy, sexcrazed cunt, that’s what you are. And you’re probably getting wet right now, aren’t you?“
„Yes, Mistress, you’re right.“ I look at her, devotion in my eyes, and love in my heart.
„Of course I am. I’m always right.“ Then she grabs the shower and starts to douse me with icecold water. When i’m clean and dry she orders me to face the wall, about 4 feet from the wall, hold out my arms and lean against it, legs spread wide. „And raise that ass!“ She reaches between my legs, playing with my pussy.
„Your ideas to make up for peeing in my bed are good, by the way. But your pussy needs to be punished some more. Do you think so too?“
„Yes, Mistress.“ She leaves for the bedroom and returns with a small whip with several braided strands which she holds in front of me to take a look at.
„Meet the cat’o’nine tails. Perfect to whip disobedient pussies. Note the knots at the end of each tail. They’ll bite directly into your flesh. You gonna love it. By the way, you may thank me for every lash.“
She starts to whip my pussy, bringing the cat up between my legs. Despite the pain i’m getting deeply aroused. And when i count the lashes and thank her i really mean every „thank you, Mistress.“