Shithole

She woke up in a cell with close to 15 other girls her age.  They were all still passed out.  Lisa couldn’t remember how she got there.  She was at a rave just last night, someone gave her a drink and the rest is darkness.  Wherever they were, they were mobile.  And whoever was driving, wasn’t caring for the bumps much.  They bounced around like luggage in a trunk of a car for what seemed like an eternity.  Some of the other girls started waking up and sniffles and moans began to come out of them, some even crying.  It wasn’t long before a loud scream pierced the calm air.  Within a second  of that scream, Lisa heard a loud CRANK! Sound as a large door opened letting in a blinding light.  About 5 large round figures moved in each grabbing a girl and dragging her out the door and into the light, shutting the door again as they left.  Lisa couldn’t get a good look at the figures. 

       They would return shortly and get more, I was one of the last ones to get picked up.  I tried to fight him, but his grip around my waist was so tight that I couldn’t even move.  I could barely breathe.  Where was I and what the hell was happening to me?  I knew it couldn’t be good. 

       Outside, I realized I was in a strangely shaped airplane and I was drug across a runway and into a concrete room with no windows and pitch dark when the door was closed.  I sat there scared as hell and wondering what the hell was going on.  I was kidnapped.  I was going to be tortured until my daddy came up with ransom money.  That shouldn’t be a problem.  Daddy would do anything for his angel.  Yes, I was a spoiled little girl.  I always got what I wanted, and when I didn’t I would just be mad at daddy for a few days and he would cave and give it to me anyway.  Where was daddy now?  Did he know I was kidnapped?  Was he trying to get me back already?  If only I knew.  But I hope it happens quick and I hope they catch these gorilla pieces of shit.

       It wasn’t long until the cell door opened and a fat, hairy man walked in, or more like waddled in.  He shined a bright spotlight on me and told me to keep still.  All I had to do was obey until daddy came through and I would be ok. 

       “What the fuck is going on here?”  I said angrily.

       I felt a sudden pain on my mouth as his hand smacked me hard.  I could feel my lips fattening immediately. 

       “Shut the fuck up or you will get worse.”  the voice was gruff and sounded strong and serious.

       “Look, my da…..”  SMACK!  This time I got it on my nose bringing tears to my eyes.

       “ Wanna go for more bitch?”

       I got the picture then and realized I better shut up and listen.

       “Rule number one, you will not speak, or make a fucking sound unless you are asked a question, or you are told to make that sound. Is that understood whore?”

       I nodded my head.  A hard slap to the face followed.  “answer me in a complete sentence and call me Sir.”

       “I will not speak or make a sound unless I am asked a question or told to do so, Sir.”

       “Good girl.  Now I am going to explain a few things for you.  Some of them are going to be rules.  Some are going to be explanations.  When you are asked a question, you will have one second to answer or you will be severely punished.  Is that understood?”

       “Y..Yes Sir.”  a quick slap across the mouth cutting it.

       “Complete sentences whore, that’s a warning and strike number one. Now try again.”

       “Yes Sir, I will have one second to answer any questions asked of me. I understand Sir.”

       “Better.  Next, you will not try to escape, or you will suffer extreme torture and then die.  Don’t believe me?  Watch this.”  He turned off the spotlight and a film began.

       It was a young girl in the same room I was in.  she was about my age.  she was naked and the man was holding a whip in his hand.  She ran for the door and the man used the whip to trip her up making her fall hard on the floor.  He reached for her and pulled her up by her hair, and threw her across the room making her head hit hard on the far corner.  He then picked her up again by her hair and sat her down  on a stool.   He bound her hands behind her back and made her elbows touch in a tight helpless bind.  He tied her feet to the stool legs and her knees were tied to a spreader bar.  He made a phone call and shortly after, two other men showed up with bags full of stuff.  They placed them on the metal table and pulled out some tools and rope.  Each of the men got a handful of hair and yanked out a huge chunk. Of hair laughing as he did it.  The first man forced a huge ring gag into the girls mouth fastening it tightly behind her head.  You could tell the girl was screaming in agony as the men kept yanking out hair and filling her mouth with it, she coughs some of it out as tears run down her face.  Soon enough the girl had no hair left on her head.  All that remained were a few strands and blood trickling down her face and scalp.  A bandage was placed on the head and she was left there.  The movie continued with the girls head healed but with several scars.  She still had the ring gag on, only now her mouth was bleeding from the strap being on for a few days.  The big fat man kept slapping her bald head making her cry and beg for mercy.  He pulled out a tool that looked like a large pair of pliers and he clamped her nose shut.   The man the twisted the pliers breaking the girls nose and twisting it upside down.  He then used the same pliers to pull out each of the girls teeth. 

       He took off the ring gag after punching her dead in the face giving her an instant black eye.  You could tell her jaw had been dislocated from the gag as she wasn’t able to move it and it was at an awkward angle.  He punched her in the jaw and watched her fall to the floor.  The next part he had huge nipple clamps on the girls nipples pulled hard to a hook on the wall in front of her.  He pulled out a large pair of scissors and without a blink, cut off her nipples leaving them hanging from the chain. The pain made the girl pass out.  When she woke up, her nipples were on a plate in front of her and the holes that remained were sewn shut in small x’s.  tears streamed down her face non stop.  He stabbed the nipple with a fork and forced it into the girls mouth making her eat it using his hand to make her chew and rubbing her throat to make her swallow it.  You could easily tell, the girl had lost her mind by this point.

       The movie continued with the man cutting off her legs, then her arm and hanging the body parts on the wall in front of her.  Each interval had a long waiting time.  I guess they allowed her time to recover from each decapitation.  By the end of the movie, the girl was nothing but a head and body.  She was hung on a wall through a hook on her back and left there to starve to death.

       “this is no bullshit cunt.  Run and this WILL happen to you.”

       Fear struck me like a ton of bricks.  The movie made me puke at least 3 times all over myself and my shoes.

       “will you do as you are told?”

       “Yes sir, I will do as I am told.”

       “Good girl is learning already.”  He had an evil grin on his scraggly face.

       “Next rule, when you are given an order, you do it without hesitation and you have a second to do it.  Failure to do so will be reason for punishment and trust me, you  don’t want that.”

       He walked around me checking out my body.  “now strip whore.”

       I hesitated, and a second later I felt a hard blow to my stomach.  “We just went over this, you must be a total fucking idiot.”

       I quickly took off my clothes and dropped them to the floor in front of me.  I tried to hide my body as best I could.  “hands at your sides bitch.”  I quickly did as told remembering the blow to my stomach.

       “spread your legs more than shoulder distance and put your arms straight out, not 45 degrees, not 30 degrees, straight out.”  I did as told. Feeling exposed and helpless and scared.  I lost the idea that daddy wasn’t getting me out of this one.   Those arms will not drop or move at all. He said. 

       He sat on the stool right in front of me.  He pulled out a folder and removed a packet of papers.

       “ok, you already know the first three rules.  What are they?”

       “I wont speak or make a sound unless I am told to or am asked a question, I will answer in complete sentences and immediately.  I will obey your commands without hesitation.”

       “very good cunt….  Ok, as of now that will be your name, Cunt.  That is your new name, and your old name no longer exists as your old life doesn’t exist.  You are now a slave.  Property. A thing.  A toy.  You are nothing.  You are worthless, and you are stupid.  As of right now, your body, your soul, your heart and air all belong to me.  I can do what I want, when I want and how I want to do it.  Your comfort means nothing to me, and my comfort means the world to you.  You have now been dehumanized and demoted from normal human being, to a worthless piece of shit. If you think you have it bad with me, think twice, the world out there will be much more cruel with a cunt like you.”  He took a deep sigh as he say that my arms were starting to shake.

       “when you refer to your body parts, you will call them mine, as they all now belong to me.  When you refer to yourself, you will use it or slave or cunt, nothing else.  The words no, me, mine, my, I and myself are no longer a part of your vocabulary.  You are mine.”  I started crying uncontrollably.

       He walked over to her and placed the folder in her left hand.  “this will not fall from your hand.  Five times a day you will read these rules.  Each time you will read them on your knees and read them five times.  He walked over to me and pulled my hair making my head cock back.  I winced in pain.

       “Whose hair is this?”

       “this hair is yours Sir.” I responded.

       “And what can I do with this hair?”

       “you can do whatever you want with it sir.”

       “And that I will, I may cut it, color it, shave it, burn it, rip it out, whatever I please right?”

       “Yes Sir, whatever you please.” remembering to speak in complete sentences.

       He released my hair and pulled pressed his thumbs hard against my eyeballs. “and these eyes are mine too, I may color them, gouge them, blind them or cover them as I please right?”

       “Yes Sir, whatever you please.”

       He grabbed my nose hard and held it there. “this nose will smell what I want, snort what I want, and take up it what I want it to.”

       He pinched my lower lip.  “These lips will be used for kissing anything I want them to, they will not bitch or complain, they will not speak, they will not dissapoint.  They will be used for pleasuring me.  Now stick out your tongue.”  I quickly did so.

       “this tongue will be used to lick anything I want it to, please whatever I want it to, taste what I want it to.”  He let go and squeezed my cheeks together.  “this mouth will be used to please me in whatever I wish, it will eat what it is given, it will thank me for everything it gets to consume.  It will swallow what I want it to swallow.  It will never bite or scratch anything that has flesh or be severely punished.  This is now to be named pussy as it will be used like a pussy most of the time.”        

       He grabbed my throat making my arms lower a bit in exhaustion. And cutting off my windpipe.  “this throat will swallow anything it is told to swallow and nothing it is not given permission to.”

       He reached down and squeezed my breast hard like they were clay.  I couldn’t help but yelp.  He didn’t hit me I think he liked it.  “these are now refered to as your pleasure bags.  I will play and abuse them as I see fit or for my own entertainment.”   he reached down and pulled the hair on my sex and gave a hard yank making me squirm a little and making my tired arms lower even more.  “this is now called the pleasure hole, as It will be my hole to get pleasure from.”  he stuck his pinky finger inside my anus.  “this is now called my shit hole as that is what it really is…. Say, I like that name better than cunt.  That will also be your new name, shithole.  Your new full name is now, shithole cunt slut.  Yes I like that.”  he stepped up on my toes and feet pressing down.  “These feet are mine to torture also shithole.”  the name brought him pleasure as he smiled every time he said it.

       “now, lower your hands, I will show you your basic slave positions.  First the waiting position.  On your knees.”  I did as told.  “toes pointed backwards and feet crossed, and sit on your heels, knees spread apart wide and hands on thighs palms up, head lowered as you are never to look at me above the chest, the punishment for that will be an immediate eye gouge.”  I assumed the uncomfortable position.

       “this position you will always be in when you are doing nothing and have no orders to complete.”  He pulled me up by my hair.

       “next, is the offering of the cunt.  You will kneel up with your back straight and pleasure hole pushed forward, arms crossed behind your back, feet crossed and toes pointed behind you, eyes closed or downcast, knees will be together, you will have to learn to balance this way, your cunt will be wide open and the dick massager (tongue) will be stuck out as an offering,  assume!”  I assumed the position wobbling and trying to keep my balance.  “this position will be utilized when you are given the command ‘cunt offer’.” 

       “next is the standing position.”  he pulled me up by my hair again it was starting to make my head hurt from all the pulling.  “arms behind your back, feet shoulder length apart and toes perfectly pointed straight forward.  Head lowered, breasts stuck out.  Assume!”  I assumed the position.  “this will me utilized when you are allowed to stand whether in public or private.”

       “next is the punishment position.  Grab your ankles and arch your back and stick the ass high. Assume!”  I did.  “this will be used when you hear the command ‘punishment’” 

       “finally there is the offering of the pleasure hole.  Lift your left leg high and hug it with your left arm in place.  This will also take balance skill.  Head and eyes lowered, right hand out to keep balance.  Assume!” I did but couldn’t keep my balance.  He just laughed at me.  “We are in for a long, long ride.”

It all begins

       He stepped behind me and pulled my elbows together until they were touching.  I strained a little from the stretching, but I was more flexible than I thought as he used a coarse rope to bind them in that position.  The tied my palms together as well.  He then tied a rope around my waist tightly and ran a rope between my legs and behind me and made a harsh tug to pull the rope between my pleasure holes lips.  I winced in pain as a tear fell down my cheek.  He then pulled my hair behind me tightly and tied it in a really tight ponytail.  I could feel my face stretch it was so tight.  Too long of this and I might end up with a headache, but I cant complain or I might loose my teeth.

       He then grabbed a metal collar and closed it tight around my neck, it didn’t choke me, but it was tight enough to let me know it was there.  No more than one pinky room between the neck and the collar.  The metal was cold against my skin.  In the front of the collar was a heavy chain that hung down to mid-waist.  He knelt down and attached the same type of binds to each of my ankles, and mean, these ones were uncomfortable with my bones rubbing against the cold steel.  A 2 foot chain connected them.  Lastly, he pulled out some type of clamps, each with their own chain hanging down.  He attached the first one to my left nipple.  I screamed from the pain which only made him smack me in the mouth again.  He attached the second one to my right nipple causing the same reaction.  He walked behind me and before I knew it, I a metal ball was being pressed hard against my lips.

       “Open, Shithole!”  I opened my mouth as the ball was forced into my mouth.  The taste was of cold metal.  I almost immediately started drooling as I couldn’t even swallow.  What the hell was going to happen to me?  Was this psycho going to kill me?  Rape me?  Torture me like the girl in the video?  I began to cry uncontrollably, which only made him smile and giggle.

       He tugged on the chain connected to my collar.  “Keep up, Shithole!  Follow me and keep up or I will use those nipples to lead you where you are going.”  In fear I hobbled along as fast as I could with the pain all around me especially on my ankles.  I could feel it bruising already.  He tugged along roughly, making me stumble a few times.  The nipple clamps were jingling and keeping my nipples stimulated.  He took down a ramp and into a large parking lot.  Around the building and off to the side was a small hatchback with a large window in the back.  He opened the back.  Inside of the back was a bunch of trash and garbage.  Spoiled hamburgers, rotten salad, and a bunch of papers and junk.  He pulled me into the back end of the car.

       “Get in there with the rest of the trash shithole!”  He had a big grin on his face.  I crawled in with his help feeling the rope between my legs rub hard and chafe me.  He cramped me in the back and shut the door.  It really stunk back there and it was making me gag as I had no choice but to smell it all with the metal ball in my mouth. 

       He got into the car and drove off.  someone is bound to see me and help me.  was all I could think.  But as he drove off into traffic, all I could see was a bunch of people pointing and laughing at me from the other cars.  Was the world sick?  Couldn’t they tell I was in trouble and needed help?  My arms were starting to hurt and I could barely feel my hands.  He drove me to a house in a big neighborhood.  He opened the back door.

       “Get out.”  I got out and he pulled the chain and led to around the house through a metal gate to the back yard.  I saw a doghouse in the far corner but no dog.  A small patch of grass and a lot of weeds and dirt surrounding it.  The lawn looked like it hadn’t been cut for a long time.  He took me to the back porch and attached my collar to a ring on the ceiling.  He left me there for what seemed like 2 or 3 hours.  When he returned, I was crying in discomfort and pain.  He untied my elbows and wrists and took off the clamps which made me scream in agony through my gag.   He took off my shackles.  He just laughed and smiled.

       He took off my ankle shackles and let me down.  “on your knees shithole.”  I quickly dropped to my knees.   He took the chain around my neck and pulled me into his house.

       His house was just as bad as his car.  Trash thrown everywhere, laundry, dirty laundry thrown everywhere.  Rotten food spread out all over the place.  The walls were gray with dust and grime.  Beer bottles all over the place.  Even the floors were slimy with what smelt like pee and throw up.  And I was being forced to crawl through this shit.  The smell was making me gag.  He led me into his den.  The den was also completely trashed and stinky.  The only thing in there that looked like it was taken care of was the big 62 inch Television against the wall.  A sports game was on.  I don’t know anything about sports and I wasn’t allowed to look up so I couldn’t tell you what sport it was.  The man left me kneeling there for a bit while he took off into the kitchen. 

       He returned with a thin baking pan full of uncooked beans.  He placed the pan right in front of my knees.

       “Kneel on the beans shithole.”  He commanded.  I did, the pain started shooting through my kneecaps.  “Kneel up! Back straight and put your palms together in front of you.”  I did as told as he placed a folder in my hands.  “Now recite your duties, responsibilities, and rules.  And remember you must do it five times.”  I opened the folder and realized this was going to take a while to do.  I felt a hard sting on butt as he was using a whip or something to control me.  “NOW”

       I started reading.

       “Slave Duties, Responsibilities, and Rules. 

       1.  Slave is do anything Master commands her to do immediately and without question….”

       WHAP!!!  I squealed.  “Change the word Slave with I, bitch.”

       “2.  I am the lowest form of life.  I am below all animals, below all things.  I am merely shit and deserve to be treated as such. 

       3.  I am to never say no to Master.  He has complete control of my mind, my body and my soul.  I have no choices in my life except one and that is to please Master and fulfill his wishes. 

       4.  When receiving punishment for my inadequacies, I will thank Master for the punishment and correct the problem immediately or the punishment will double the next time it occurs.

       5.  Whatever service I provide for Master, I will thank Him for allowing me to pleasure him.  Whether it be cleaning, serving Him, or pleasing him, I will thank him.

       6.  I am never to speak unless I am asked a question.  Master will be given total respect while I will receive zero to no respect as a slave I do not deserve any type of respect.

       7.  I am never to make a sound without permission.

       8.  I will be Masters slave, I will cook for him, clean for him, and service his pleasure as he feels fit for me. 

       9.  I will keep Masters house completely spotless at all times.  I will learn to fix anything mechanical to save Master money, I will learn to garden to keep his house looking nice and presentable.  I will learn to cook to his liking.  My life will be exhausting and I will be happy and filled with joy to do it.

       10.  My food and clothing will be provided my Master.  I will eat when he allows me to eat.  I will dress in public as he dresses me without complaint.  Any food that Master gives me, I will eat completely and off the floor as I do not deserve utensils or dishes.  I will thank Master for allowing me to eat and for providing food and drink for me.

       11.  I will keep my appearance and physical appearance in good order at all times.  I will have all hair permanently removed from my face down.  My hair will always be curled and pulled back in a ponytail with loose curls down the end of my face.  My eyebrows will be plucked twice a week and they will be kept clean and thin.  My makeup will be put on lightly and cleanly.  Pink lipstick will always be used as well as pink nail polish even though my nails will not be long.  I will keep my weight below 110 lbs or Master may punish me or starve me until I reach that goal weight.  I will douche daily and give myself an enema on a daily basis to keep myself clean and smelling nice for Master at all times.

       12.  I will bathe Master once every evening before bed.  I will wash him thoroughly.  When Master uses the restroom, I will wipe his ass and then lick it when I have finished cleaning him to ensure a good job has been done.  I will clean his penis with my mouth after he urinates even if it was in my mouth.  I will dry Master and dress him after every bath.

       13.  I am not allowed to use any amenities, my bathroom use will be done when Master takes for my walks three times a day.  During those times, I will carry my hankerchief in my mouth as I am walked.  I will urinate by lifting my leg like a real pet.  If I need to make a bowel movement, I will place the hankercheif on the floor and make my business on it.  I will fold it up and carry it in my mouth to dispose of it at home.  If I fail to use the restroom when Master takes me, I will have to wait until next time to use it. 

       14.  The offense for attempting to run away is death after torture as I have been schooled and shown. 

       15.  All errands and grocery shopping will be done by me.  The grocery list will be posted on the fridge.  Every Monday I will shop for Master by walking to the store in the clothes he allows me to wear and return and put them away neatly.  The food I prepare for Master will be chosen from a menu on the fridge daily.

       16.  I will keep Masters yard clean at all times.  I am never to refuse him or deny him.  For my name is now shithole and I deserve nothing.

       17.  I will love Master and cherish master on a daily basis.

       18.  These are the rules and responsibilities and duties of this slave.  I will carry them out to the best of my ability. “

       By this time my knees felt like they were bleeding and my back was killing me.  I wanted so bad to sit back on my heels, but as I lowered myself a bit, he would sting me with the whip making me jolt back into position.  My throat was getting dry and scratchy.

       I repeated the whole thing 5 times and I was crying hard by the time I was finished.  Master had whipped me at least 20 times for lowering myself or shifting my weight from one knee to the next.  By the last time I read it, I could hardly see from the tears filling my eyes. 

       When I was finished I placed the folder back in my hands and Master took it off my hands.  He allowed me to get off the beans.  He tugged on my chain and led me to the front door.  On our way out, another guy walked right in.

       “Yo, brother, whats going on man?  Just wanted to see your bitch.”  His friend said like it was nothing.

       “Here she is.”

       “Damn dude, you hit the jackpot.  Virgin?”

       “Yup, paid 50 grains for her.”

       “Bro, winning that lottery was probably the best thing that ever happened to you.”

       “No shit, man, everyone knows I need it to clean my house and keep me happy.”

       “Does she know she’s not on her planet anymore?”

       Master frowned.  “She does now dumbass.  I didn’t think she deserved to know.”

       “sorry bro.  didn’t know.”

       “well I was just about to take her for her walk, wanna come along?”

       “Hell yeah!”

       My mind was hazy at this point, I was just glad I wasn’t kneeling anymore.  So this is a totally different planet just like mine.  I was tugged on my leash and led out the front door.  A hankerchief was placed in my mouth as I crawled out.  I was led through the gates and onto a sidewalk.  Being summer, the weather was warm and I was glad about that.  Crawling in the snow would be hard.  My knees were killing me but I was pulled to a fast crawl.

       “When we go on our walks, you will crawl in front of me so I can see your ass wiggle.”  Master and his friend laughed.  I went ahead and I really did need to pee so I found the first bush and lifted my leg exposing myself to the neighbors across the street sitting on their porch.  I could hear the woman say, “what a disgrace to all women she is.”  the man nodded.  I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t pee with an audience.  A little trickle rolled down my leg.  I was walked around an entire block probably close to a quarter mile before we got home, all I was able to let out were a few trickles. And a bowel movement was impossible.  I hadn’t eaten for almost 2 days I imagined. 

       We went back into the house and Masters friend left us at the door.  I was led to the bathroom where Master sat on the toilet and made me kneel in front of him.  He let out a loud fart and a giggle escaped his parched, cracked lips.  The odor of the bathroom was rank with human waste.  The toilet was filthy with piss stains and grime.  The shower was discolored with long streaks of black and a black ring around the tub.  Master grabbed me by my hair making me look at him.

       “Open that cunt.”  I opened my mouth as he pressed my head down on his rank shaft.  I gagged on the length never having had a penis in my mouth before.  He held my head down until I almost passed out when he finally released me.  I was gasping for air when he ordered me to place my mouth over his shaft and keep it clean as he takes a dump.  I did as told, I just kept my lips wrapped around the shaft.  It wasn’t long until he farted and a small trickle of piss escaped his shaft hitting the back of my throat.  Instinctly I swallowed the warm, bitter liquid.  I didn’t want to be punished.  I rubbed my tongue around the shaft while it was till in my mouth to let him know I was keeping it clean.  This repeated about 3 times before he was through.  He handed me a roll of toilet paper and smiled.

       “Here, it is your job to make sure my ass is always clean after a shitting.”  He bent over the toilet with his soiled butt crack inches from my nose.  I coughed in disgust of the rancid odor of his waste.  I wrapped the paper in my right hand and wiped the filth.  I put the paper in the toilet and repeated until I saw no more crap on his ass.  When I was finished I put the roll of paper down on the floor before me.

       He grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face between his butt-cheeks.  “Kiss the hole so I know for sure you did a good job cleaning me.”  I puckered my lips and kissed the sphinter with a quiet smack.

       “Now flush the toilet and pick up my clothes.”  I did as told.  The smell in this room was so rank, if I had anything at all to eat, I would have barfed it out by this time.  The dry heaves were quite annoying. 

       Master had me crawl behind him as he led me to the back yard.  On the back porch was a table with chains in all corners and on the legs of the table.  He buckled me onto the table with each leg on the table legs and my arms to the opposite legs of the table.

       He returned with a thick belt and placed it to my mouth.  “you have made a crucial mistake shithole.  You have forgotten to thank me for allowing you to clean me.  I hope you don’t forget to thank me for this punishment.”  He stood behind me and began the punishment.

WHACK!!!!!!

“Thank you Master for my punishment.”

WHACK!!!!!

“Thank you Master for my punishment.”

       I received 50 lashes for my failures.  By the end tears rolling down my face.  I could barely flex my butt muscles without squealing in pain.  Bruised for sure.  He untied me from my punishment table and ordered me back onto my knees.  I crawled behind him in pain with every step.  He led me into his bedroom.  He sat on the bed and had me kneel before him with my back turned towards him.  He proceeded to tie my hands behind my back in a folded form so that each hand was touching the opposite elbow.  He then tied my ankles to my butt in a jockey position.  He pulled off his tighty whiteys and placed them over my head making me smell his sweaty ass.  He then pushed me down on the hard wood floor and turned off the light.

       “Sleep well, shithole, tomorrow you will have a lot of work to do.”  I don’t really have to say that I really didn’t sleep well if not at all that night.  I was startled when Master pulled me up to my knees when he woke up.  He pulled his underwear from over my head and the first thing I saw was his long hard shaft right in front of my face.  Before I could even blink, a smelly, yellow stream came from the tip drenching me in his liquid waste.  The fluid splashed all over my body until I was dripping in his waste. 

       He untied me and placed a thick metal collar around my neck, locking it in place.  Dangling from the front between my breasts was a heavy rusty chain.  He locked me in his closet while he took a shower.  When he returned, he ordered me out of the closet and present my cunt for his shaft.  I knelt before him with my mouth wide open as he inserted his long hard shaft to the back of my throat.

       “Pleasure me with your cunt, shithole.”  I wrapped my lips around his shaft and began to suck softly, knowing that I couldn’t possibly give Master any pain while I please him.  I continued to suck as he controlled my head motion with my hair.  I gagged a few times on the length, but he didn’t seem to care about that.  It didn’t take long at all before his body jerked as he forced his shaft halfway down my throat cutting off my air.  I tried pulling back but his hold on my hair was too strong.  His man juice shot strong down my throat almost making me panic as I got dizzy from my lack of air.  Finally, he pulled it out, leaving the thick goo halfway down my throat so I couldn’t hack it out.  I had to swallow if I wanted to breathe.  I quickly swallowed with what seemed like only seconds before I would pass out.  I fell to my side as I got my air back into my lungs.

       “Thank you Master for allowing me to please you with my cunt.”  Tears ran down my face as I realized the humility in that statement.  He pulled me up by my hair back into the kneeling position and wiped the dripping cum all over my face leaving a thick layer on my chin and my eyebrows.  He just smiled.

       Master then went into the closet and came back out with a long t- shirt, a pair of high heels, and old runny pantyhose.  The shirt looked like it hadn’t been washed in 10 years and smelled about the same.  The hose had a rank smell of spoiled sex.

       “Put these on, we are going shopping today shithole.”  He left the room.

       I put the rank clothes on and met him in the den.  He pulled me by my chain and led me out to the car.  He opened the trunk and made me get in.  When the trunk was finally opened, we were at a mall.

The Shopping Trip.

       I got out of the trunk. 

       “In public, you will always walk behind me at least 10 feet.  You will hurry in front of me to open the door for me.  You will address all men as Sir, and all women as Ma’am.  You will kneel to my left when we are not walking.”  I had never worn heels before, so that was something I was still getting used to.  I wobbled behind him to the front doors of the main entrance.  Eyes burning my soul as everyone noticing me as a slave girl.  I stumbled in front of him and held the door open for him, then waited as he walked ahead.  Our first stop was the food court.  He went to a Chinese restaurant and ordered some food.  After he paid for the food, I carried it to the table he was sitting at and knelt directly to his left.  People whispering and commenting as they pointed at my humility.  A few times, Master threw a few pieces of food on the floor in front of me indicating that I may eat some.  At the end, he threw the rest of his noodles on the floor making me eat them with my hands as everybody watched and muttered.  I could feel my face burning in embarassment. 

       I was then taken to a shoe store where we bought three pairs of 7” high heels, some platform and one not.  We also bought several pairs of thigh highs and pantyhose of different colors.  I carried the bags as we made our way to the whore store.  This store had some of the whoriest clothes known to man.  Micro-mini skirts, fishnet stockings, stripper clothes that hid practically nothing.  I was bought  5 outfits.  From there I was led out back to the car and into the trunk. 

       We arrived at a Wal-Mart.  I was led out and the same rules applied.  Here we bought a bunch of cleaning supplies.  Scrubbers, soap, dish soap, pine sol, buckets, mops, brooms, detergent, scrubbing brushes, rags by the ton, and floor wax and cleaner.

       I was made to unload the cart into the trunk and force myself into the trunk with all the stuff we bought for the day.  Master forced the trunk closed causing some of the cleaners and scrubbers to dig into my stomach and back.  The ride home was short and painful.  I knew by this time, that I was destined to be miserable for the rest of my life.  I had no choice but to accept this sadistic life set out for me.