It began with some fairly normal experimentation in the bedroom. One night I bound her with zip ties and fucked her. She liked that a lot but when I tried it again it didn't work as well. Her explanation was that she knew me too well to submit to me. When it was my turn and she took the dominant role, I couldn't believe how much I liked it but once again it just really didn't work for her. One day out of the blue she told me that she would like to watch me submit to another woman. I agreed feeling like I had just won the lottery and a few nights later a friend of hers from college came to the house. I still get hard, or at least as hard as my cage allows, when I remember that night. She took me down slowly, one little step at a time until I was licking her feet and begging to lick her pussy. Once she had been completely satisfied, I was allowed to stroke myself to orgasm then ordered to lick it off the floor. When she left, I hugged my wife and thanked her for the amazing experience, she was a little bit distant, but I didn't think too much of it since it had been a strange night.
The next night when memories of her friend got me excited, I tried to make love to my wife. She told me in no uncertain terms that seeing me lick my own cum off the floor had ended her attraction to me. When I begged her to forgive me, she explained that it wasn't what I had done that turned her off, it was seeing how I was. I tried for a few minutes to convince her that a little kinky play didn't mean anything, but it didn't go anywhere. I was humiliated. Being humiliated made me hard which made me doubly humiliated. Finally, she took pity on me and told me to strip and kneel in front of her. Once I was there, she told me that she still loved me and wanted me to be happy then ordered me to stroke my cock. It was awkward and unnatural for the first minute but then she suddenly slapped me and said, "Stroke it like you mean it worm." I was off to the races then. In a few minutes I was close, she knew the signs and just before I went, she slapped me again and ordered me to stop. I was hoping that she would command me to lick her pussy or something sexy like that but instead she just ordered me to put my hands behind my back and remain silent. She picked up a book and began reading, ignoring me completely. Being ignored like that kept me completely ridged and I wished that I could have stayed there until she was ready to pay attention to me again but kneeling is a lot harder than it looks if your body isn't used to it. Finally, I had to beg her to let me move. The contempt in her voice when she told me how pitiful I was turned me on even more and by this point I was really enjoying being denied permission to touch myself.
I was allowed to sit cross legged and ordered to begin stroking again. Once again it only took a minute before I was ready. This time she ordered me to continue but not cum. Edging myself as she watched was pure heaven, but it only took a few minutes before she was obviously bored. She ordered me to remove my hand again and asked, "Do you really like this stuff as much as it seems?" I was too embarrassed to answer verbally so I just nodded. She looked disgusted and said, "For Christ's sake, you can't even admit it like a man." She pulled a Kleenex from the dispenser next to her and held it down at penis level then said, "Cum in this then go to bed. When I come in don't speak to me or touch me." The fact that it was the biggest load of my life was the final humiliation of the night.
For the next month she kept me in the submissive role but it was nothing like you read in books. She didn't buy a strap on or suddenly start being excited by her dominion over me. Mostly she ignored me except for assigning me chores. Every few nights she would order me to kneel in front of her and stroke myself. It was more like venting than something she found pleasurable but as I stroked my cock, she would tell me how unmanly and disgusting I had become then make me cum exactly when and exactly where she wanted. I wouldn't admit it if she hadn't ordered me to but it was one of the happiest months of my life. It wasn't on purpose, but her level of distain was just right to keep me constantly excited and being forced to do dozens of things for her just to get her to acknowledge that I was alive felt good and natural to me.
The next month was the very happiest of my life. She came home late one Friday night, she no longer told me when or where she went. I woke up as she got into bed and all she said was, I," think I understand you better now."
The next morning, she slapped me awake and sent me to fix her tea and toast. When she had finished her breakfast, she casually spread her legs and began masturbating right in front of me. I said something like "wow" and she gave me the first smile in weeks and told me to put my head eight inches from her pussy and watch. It was an amazing experience, when she began to orgasm I raised my head and watched her face, we both had a look of pure ecstasy. After relaxing for a few minutes, she waggled her finger for me to come closer. As soon as I was near she gave me a powerful slap saying, "I didn't give you permission to move." I apologized calling her "Honey" and "Baby" as I did. She slapped me again and said to address her as "Ma'am" or "Mistress" from now on. My dick was already hard, but it got much harder when she did that. The last step over the line into heaven was when she told me to lick her pussy softly from top to bottom just once then go fix her a bath. I sat on the cold tile floor while she bathed. Once she sent me for a fresh cup of tea, later she had me add more hot water. Near the end she ordered me to close my eyes and I could hear but not watch as she masturbated a second time.
When she got out of the bath, I was allowed to dry her off but ordered to be careful not to touch her except with the towel as I did. I was slapped again for missing a small spot on her back which made my dick rise up again. She took it in her hand and in a soft sexy voice asked if I would like to put it inside her. When I said, "Yes," she let go, smiled and ordered me to get dressed and go cut the grass. Once I had my shorts and t-shirt on, I sat on the bed to pull my socks on. Suddenly she was standing in front of me, towering over me in fact. She told me to lean my head back and open my mouth wide. When I had obeyed, she told me that while I cut the grass she wanted me to choose three names for myself and that she would pick one to use from now on. I was about to ask what sort of names when she bent over and spat directly into my mouth then slapped me one more time when I reflexively closed it without permission. That clarified the nature of the assignment for me.
We have the typical quarter acre suburban lot and most of it was in the front yard, so I cut that first. When I took the mower through the gate Mistress was laying on her chase lounge sunbathing naked. I wasn't surprised to find her there; the stockade privacy fence was one of the reasons we bought this house and whenever the weather permitted, she spent exactly one-hour sunbathing. We don't have a nice wooden deck, just an eight-foot square concrete patio but its low elevation made it perfect for her sun bath. After I closed the gate, she motioned for me to come over. I cut off the mower and approached. Her chaise lounge was near the edge of the slab, when I got close she pointed to a spot in the grass near her and told me to sit.
"Have you come up with the list yet?"
I flushed hoping that she would be just a little annoyed as I said, "I'm having trouble limiting it to three Mistress."
She did look irritated for a moment then took on a neutral expression as she said, "Tell me all of them."
My dick began to stiffen in anticipation of the humiliation that was to come, "Cunt, Bitch, Pussy, Dog, Dog Shit and Turd all seem suitable Mistress."
Her tone changed and she suddenly sounded like my wife again as she asked, "Are you really sure that this is how you want to live? How you want to be treated?
"Yes, Ma'am"
"Have you always wanted this?"
"It has always been my favorite fantasy, but I never dreamed that it could be real. Now that I have experienced it, I don't think I can live without it."
She sighed and seemed to be thinking for a moment then ordered me to stand up and put my hands behind my head. When I was positioned as she wished she said, "Wet your left index finger in your mouth then reach inside your pants and put it in your ass to the second joint." I obeyed which left me standing in a strange leaning and hunched over position. "Now piss in your pants. When your bladder is empty count slowly to ten then finish cutting the lawn. If this is still what you want when you are done come back here and say my name is Dog Shit."
I started to remove my hand, she didn't have to speak, the look was enough. My bladder was very full so it took a good long while to empty, by the time I finished my hand and both of my legs were soaked, so were my sneakers. Pissing myself was humiliating enough but feeling the pee turn cold as I slowly counted to ten was even worse. She watched me the entire time. When I removed my finger from my ass she asked, "Did that make you erect?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Show me."
I pulled my dick out through the fly in my shorts and through my zipper. She looked at it and said, "Unimpressive," then "Leave it out while you mow."
I know that no one can see into our backyard, but I still felt like the entire world was watching as I went back in fourth with my dick sticking out of my wet pants. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to cry but my erection never wavered. When I was finished, I went back to the patio and kneeled next to Mistress and said, "My name is Dogshit."
She glanced up from her book and said, "And I am your bitch."
"My name is Dogshit and I am your bitch."
"Ten more times then strip and wash yourself off with the garden hose. After that it would probably be a good time to start the laundry."
She had tested me with this ordeal. I had no right to question her much less test her, but I wanted to know if this was going to be as intense as I wanted, "May I put on fresh clothes Mistress?"
My heart soared when she replied, "No, and you will put a clothespin on your tiny little sack for daring to ask."
I finished the laundry a little before noon and went to ask her what she would like for lunch. I found her in the dining room where she was talking on her cell phone. As I approached, I heard her saying, "Yes, he reacted just like you said he would. It was a little sad but also a lot of fun. I think I have a sadistic side I wasn't aware of before." When I entered the room, she looked up and asked, "Were you listening?"
"No Mistress but I couldn't help but hear a little of your conversation."
"Take your phone and go to the guest bathroom and put your head in the toilet until I call you."
As I left the room, she turned her attention back to her phone and said, "On second thought I definitely have a sadistic side."
I don't know how long I knelt there; time moves slowly when you have your head in a toilet. Finally, I heard the tone for a text. I pulled my head out and read, "I said call, not text, you useless piece of crap." I looked around and saw her standing in the hall watching me. As I started to put my head back in the toilet she asked, "How should you be punished for that?"
It came out of my mouth without a moment's hesitation, "I should be ordered to sleep on the floor in here tonight Mistress."
She laughed out loud, I have always loved her laugh. Then she said, "Get dressed, you are going shopping." and handed me a list.
Her list looked like something out of a porno book that I would really like to read.
2 Mild impact toys
2 Medium impact toys
1 Harsh impact toy
1 Very harsh impact toy
1 Women's one-piece bathing suit (for you)
1 Soft dildo slightly larger than your dick
1 Soft dildo much larger than your dick
1 Butt plug comfortable size
1 Butt plug punishment size
1 Set of restraints
1 Premium steak
1 Medium Sweet potato
1 Can of Spam
1 Very large sketch pad, paper, not canvas
I began at the sex shop, there is a large one just a few miles from the house. Picking the items was exciting, I didn't have to ask for help so it wasn't humiliating. That changed when I got to the checkout and the man there gave me a look that said that he knew exactly who those toys would be used on. The bill came to over three hundred dollars, while we waited for my card to be approved the man reached over the counter and picked up a tube of lubricant. With an evil grin he dropped it in my bag saying, "Trust me, you will want this." I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but I was too embarrassed to speak.
My second stop was Walmart. I thought that it would be anonymous enough to make buying the bathing suit fairly painless. I immediately ran into the problem of not knowing my size in women's clothes. They had a rack with a variety of sizes on it so I stood there for several minutes examining one after another, pulling on them to see how far the material stretched. I had just decided that I was an extra large when I heard a woman behind me, "Large, take the pink one, it has a wider crotch to hold your boy parts." I couldn't breath as I turned around and saw a petite woman standing there. I was trying to take in enough breath to tell her the 'shopping for my wife' story when she finished me off, "I feminize my submissives too, she will like seeing you in the pink." When I had to put my hand on the rack to stay standing, she laughed and walked away.
When I recovered all that was left were the sketch pad and the groceries. That's the advantage of shopping at Walmart, the art department had plain paper sketch pads two feet wide and three feet tall. The grocery section had a beautiful filet and the other items I needed. Checking out didn't need to be embarrassing but even using the self-checkout I felt like everyone there knew that the bathing suit was for me.
When I got home, Mistress wanted to see the toys first. I laid them out on the kitchen table. She examined the heavy leather restraints and gave them an approving nod. Next came the dildoes and the larger butt plug, those also got an approving nod. The smaller butt plug made her nose wrinkle but she didn't make any comment. She picked up the flogger then casually said, "pants around your ankles, bent over the table." She struck me with each toy twice. The flogger and the riding crop felt like a lover's caress. The acrylic paddle was more like being touched by God and the leather one brought back memories of a stern teacher. I bought the leather quirt thinking it would be harsh but not too harsh. It felt like a branding iron. The final toy was a short whip, just thinking about it turned me on and I couldn't wait to experience lash marks. It stung and it marked but it wasn't nearly as painful as the quirt.
Mistress allowed me to stand and replace my pants before she picked up the tube of lubricant and asked, "What's this?" I told her about the man putting it in the bag, she gave a non-committal nod that should have worried me then asked to see the bathing suit. She expressed surprise that I had managed to get the right size which led me to tell her about the woman at Walmart. That led to another nod, this one did worry me a little, it should have worried me a lot. The sketch pad only took a moment. Mistress opened it then wrote, "Mistress I beg you to" on the first page and, "I want to" on the second followed by a verbal, "You will use your free time to fill in these two pages. The rest of the pages you will fill in with your name and what you are." I gulped at that; the pages were very big. Finally, she opened the bag with the groceries and looked at the steak. It was larger than she was likely to eat, and the sweet potato looked very nice to me. She put them down and in a quiet but very scary voice said, "Remove your clothes and bend over the table."
I didn't know what I had done wrong but I knew I was in trouble. Even as I undressed, I was asking, "Have I displeased you Mistress?"
Her voice was the coldest I had ever heard her use as she said, "Lets review. You brought home something to ease your suffering without permission from the first store. You solicited help from an attractive dominatrix to select your bathing suit and when I asked for a premium steak you brought me something from Walmart. Yes, you have displeased me."
I opened my mouth to explain and apologize but she cut me off with, "Don't even try Dog Shit. Hold your mouth open wide."
She picked up the tube of lubricant and read the label then took the cap off and opened it. She put a small dab on the tip of her finger and tasted it then walked around the table and squeezed more than half of the tube into my mouth saying, "Do not swallow, hold it in your mouth." It tasted terrible but the worst part was that it kept me from being able to speak or even grunt. She gave me ten strokes with the quirt, my ass felt like it was on fire and not being able to make a sound made it ten times worse.
I was shaken and felt very punished but for such a string of bad behavior it didn't seem so bad until she said, "That was for the lubricant." She picked up the acrylic paddle. Two strokes had stung, ten strokes on top of ten strokes made me wish I could beg for mercy. She walked around the table again and made sure I saw her picking up the smaller of the two dildoes and lubricating it with olive oil. She smiled at my obvious fear then said, "I have wanted to do this ever since the time you talked me into trying anal sex." This was something I had dreamed of since I was a teenager and just as in my fantasies it was painful but a delicious pain. When she started moving it in and out, I almost choked on the mouthful of lube and even though my dick wasn't hard it was the most turned on I have ever been.
"That was for your new girlfriend. Now stand up and spread your legs." I complied immediately but she looked thoughtful for a moment then changed her mind and said, "Spit the lube out in the sink then stand, legs spread farther and hands behind your head." I spit most of the lube out and tried to swallow the rest then stood the way she wanted. My heart stopped when she picked up the flogger and swung it lightly so that it just touched my balls. She did that three more times building the drama and my fear at what I knew was coming. She didn't hit me too hard, but it was enough to bend me over in pain. She gave me about five seconds to recover then said, "Back up slave, I'm not done yet." That was a hard order to obey but I did it immediately. The second stroke was just a little harder but at least it was the last and I was allowed to stay bent over while I recovered.
Mistress left the room for a minute then came back carrying a throw pillow from our couch. She dropped it on the floor near her chair then pointed at it. I got the message and got down on my knees next to her. She reached over and stroked my face gently saying, "I know that was hard but you were a good boy so I am going to allow you to cum. Say your name over and over as you stroke your cock."
I knew what she was doing, it's called classical conditioning. I also knew that it would work and willingly said the words over and over as she watched me masturbate. After a while she said, "Change to I am your bitch." I had been hot all day which for some reason made it harder to finish. By the time she held the paper napkin for me I had also repeated, "I will do anything to please you," "I beg to be your toilet," and "I'm a pussy Mistress" about thirty times each. My orgasm was the best of my life and I thanked her profusely for it and for allowing me thirty seconds to enjoy it before starting her dinner.
Mistress enjoyed her dinner as I stood nearby but out of her sight to serve as waiter. I had assumed that the can of spam was for me, but it was never offered, probably because I had failed so terribly at shopping. She spent the rest of the evening sitting in the living room reading while I sat at the kitchen table filling out the huge pad. When bedtime came I had very mixed feelings about sleeping on the bathroom floor. On the one hand it was a huge act of submission, on the other it would probably be miserable. Mistress resolved the issue by saying, "What used to be our bed is now my bed. You will sleep in my bed as far from me as possible and remain silent." I was a little disappointed until she added, "You will sleep with your earbuds in and set your phone to wake you at five and continue with your project until you bring me cinnamon toast and coffee in bed at eight." I wanted to ask a question but didn't dare until she said, "You look like you have a question. Use your name as you ask it."
I shivered, the memory of the quirt was still fresh, "May Dog Shit have coffee or toast Mistress?"
"Coffee and that reminds me, you no longer eat anything without permission." Her voice was matter of fact, the same tone she would use to tell me that we are out of milk. The very casualness with which she took away my ability to eat as I please made it a huge turn-on.
Five is early on any day, for Sunday morning it's very early but I got up as instructed and followed my instructions. When I read what I had put on my "Please Make me" list last night I realized that I had been pussy footing around. Alone with the sun just beginning to rise I added several things that were very hard to admit I wanted like public humiliation, cross dressing, chastity and orgasm denial. When I reviewed again at six, I took a deep breath and added cuckoldry and diapers. There were two more but even alone and already falling into submission I just couldn't write them down. I switched to the "I want to" page. That one was somehow less confessional in nature and much easier. Many of the entries went into vanilla world like changing the oil in her car, many more were personal service like breakfast in bed every day and a foot rub every night. By seven I was out of ideas, so I wrote my name and status a few dozen times on the first blank page then started on breakfast. After the steak debacle I tossed the pot of coffee that I had made for myself out and made a fresh one with the special occasion coffee then put our nice cream and sugar holders on a tray. I wished that I had thought of going out to buy flowers when I still had time but there is a flower bed in our yard that provided a couple that looked nice in a bud vase.
The toast came out of the oven at seven fifty-seven and I walked through the bedroom door at seven fifty-nine. Mistress was already awake and when she saw the tray she smiled brightly saying, "Now this is how a morning should start!" Her pleasure was my pleasure and even though I was starving watching her relish the toast and coffee made me very happy. Watching her set the dishes aside and begin pleasuring herself made me even happier. I don't know if she was enjoying allowing me to watch or if she had lost her respect for me to the point where she simply didn't care.
I offered to tend to Mistress in the bathroom, but she sent me to scrub the kitchen floor instead. A month ago, doing such a drudge work chore would have been miserable. For some reason doing it as a slave made it pleasantly relaxing. When She came downstairs, she went to the table and sat down then carefully read what I had written. I continued my cleaning, but I was blushing from head to toe at what I knew she was reading. When she finished, she motioned me over to sit in the chair across from her. She sounded like her old self as she said, "Honey, we both know that this isn't complete. If you aren't ready to really surrender yourself that's fine but I was under the impression that you wanted to do this for real."
I couldn't look at her. I had never been so embarrassed in my life. This wasn't sexual humiliation which I would have enjoyed, this was normal and terrible embarrassment. I looked down at the table and it took all the courage I have to say, "I just couldn't write it all down, I really tried."
She sounded like we were discussing buying a garden hose, "I don't mind forgetting the whole thing or just letting you get away with this but if I don't what's going to happen next will be very unpleasant and I don't think you will ever be the same again."
I wanted to beg her to do as she pleased but I couldn't get past the embarrassment enough to form the words. What I said came out unintelligible, so she politely asked me to repeat it, "I don't want to be the same again Mistress."
Her voice was back to it's new normal but still pleasant and polite when she said, "Use the bathroom then go to the guest bedroom and lay on the bed, spread eagle and face down."
I heard her go into the garage before she came into the guest room. That made sense, she would need some rope if she planned to bind me and beat me. Sure enough, as soon as she came in she began putting the restraints I had bought for her on my wrists and ankles. Once they were firmly in place, she put a blindfold in my hand and told me to put it on. I had forgotten that we owned that, it was one of the nice ones that lets you open your eyes that I had bought intending for her to wear it. Once I was in the dark, she attached pieces of rope to the corners of the bed and bound me there. The bonds were actually a little loose and I almost asked her to make them tighter, but I felt like under the circumstances that would be unwise. Already feeling a little hazy I heard her say, "It's easier if you just surrender." Then I felt her putting the hearing protectors I use when I'm using power tools over my ears.
What happened next was nothing, a truly terrible nothing. The earmuffs wouldn't keep me from hearing her speak but they did cut off all the little noises from birds and traffic, so I was alone in silence and she simply left me there. After a while I got bored, then I got angry, finally I did what she had advised and simply surrendered. I took a couple of psychology classes in college, so I knew what Mistress was doing but that didn't make it any less effective. Alone in the dark, unable to move more than a couple of inches and forced to be all alone in my thoughts I realized what I had done. Worse yet I realized what I was. That made me cry a little inside the blindfold, mourning the fact that I would never feel like a real man again and knowing that I had never really been one, this is what I have always been. I had no way to measure time so I don't know how long it was but by the time I felt a soft hand on my buttocks the sadness had passed and I was looking forward to starting me new life as me, Dog Shit the bitch. Her voice was muffled as she said, "Do not speak, answer by nodding. Have you surrendered?" I nodded. I expected her to say something more, but she let the harsh leather paddle speak for her. Each stroke was hard and carefully placed, after being alone for so long the pain felt like a gift from God. When it finally stopped, I realized that it was a gift from God, my new Goddess.
After her last blow she said, "Think about how lucky you are until I come back."
My dick was tucked under me, so my erection felt great against the sheet. I was calm and content now and not at all tempted to rub it against the bed and I did think about how lucky I am. There are dozens of submissive men for every dominant woman, the fact that I had found the perfect one was nothing short of a miracle. This wait wasn't as long as the last one. When the hand touched my bottom again, I wanted to scream my thanks to her. I knew what she was going to do when she said, "This is how you have sex now Cunt." The wait while she lubricated me and then the toy seemed like forever. I was surprised when she used the smaller toy again, not that it was small, the stretching felt like fire. She put every inch of it inside me and I loved being so full. Then she pulled it all the way out and put it all the way in again. She did that over and over until I was so stretched that it felt comfortable and nice going inside me, then she changed to the larger one. This time the stretching was much worse, and it went much deeper inside me. The first one felt like I was being fucked, this one felt like I was being raped. I was surprised at how much I liked that feeling and I had the sense that she liked making me feel it. When she finally stopped my entire body relaxed at once and I felt the desire to kneel and thank her again.
"Say I'm just a piece of ass" until I tell you to stop.
It was a struggle to talk but I said it and I meant it over and over as she undid the ropes holding me down. I was allowed to stretch for a minute then she removed the ear covers but the blindfold stayed on. I thought that being bound made me feel helpless but that was nothing compared to how I felt when she put a choke collar around my neck and made me follow her through the house blind. She took me to the guest bathroom and positioned me in front of the mirror, slightly bent over and holding on to the counter before asking, "You are very sure?" I wasn't sure if I was allowed to speak or not, so I nodded vigorously. I heard the cap on the tube of lube open then a few seconds later my ass was being filled again. It was the smaller dildo and after being stretched by the big one it felt warm and comforting. She removed my blindfold and gave my eyes a few seconds to adjust then ordered me to watch the slave in the mirror. Even to my own eyes I looked pathetic even before she started moving the toy in and out. After about thirty seconds she removed it and put it in the sink to be washed. From the corner of my eye I saw her lubricating the larger one then I felt her putting just the tip inside me. That's when the last trace of my ego and my dignity died.
"The first one was just a bit bigger than you, but it was still smaller than the average man's cock. I'm sure it felt comfortable and comforting just like you always felt inside me. This one is just a trace bigger than the average man, feel how much more exciting it is." It wasn't too painful since I was already stretched out but the difference in how it felt was night and day." I told you to watch the slave in the mirror." That was the end of me as a man, when I saw the slave in the mirror panting helplessly, the ecstasy on his face and the tiny hard dick between his legs I could no longer deny anything. Tears began flowing from my eyes which mercifully blurred my sight but unmanned me even further. She gave me three full minutes which is a long time when you are watching your own face as you are being ass fucked, then she removed it and said, "Now, go and finish the paper on the kitchen table." The sketch book had been left open to the "Please make me" page.
I wiped my eyes with my forearm then even as the tears refilled my eyes I wrote, "Make me suck a man's cock. Make me lick a man's ass." Then finally, "Make me submit to being ass raped by a man." When I looked up she was standing next to me, she pulled my head to her bare bosom and began stroking my face as she said, "It will be okay now Dog Shit. You are ready to really accept yourself as you are." I was still crying but my tears were happy ones now. Would you like to know the real definition of a male slave? It's a man who has nothing left to make him feel like he is worth the air he breaths except the tiny bit of approval that he gets when he pleases the one woman who will tolerate how he is. The two minutes she let me cry on her chest formed a set of chains on me that I would never want to have removed.
When she had given me long enough to be sure her lesson had taken, she said, "Close your eyes and masturbate Pig."
I was surprised when I found out I was soft, I felt like I had been hard for hours. That changed quickly and soon I fell into the old familiar rhythm.
"Much slower and if you cum I will cut it off."
I slowed down obediently, thinking that she only had to tell me, the threat wasn't necessary but the fact she cared enough to castrate me made my heart soar. I was so lost in what I was thinking and doing that I didn't realize that she had been moving around in the kitchen until I heard her say, "Your lunch and a bottle of water are in front of you, finish both." Lunch was barely warmed Spam; it was better than I deserved so I was grateful for her kindness. I finished the water quickly and loved her approving smile as she refilled the bottle from the tap. I finished first then sat in silence as she ate some sort of deluxe salad. When we were finished, she handed me the bathing suit I had purchased the night before and ordered me to put it on then laughed out loud as I struggled to figure out how to get into the darn thing. Once it was on she led me to the bathroom and ordered me to look at myself. The femininity of it was embarrassing but what really embarrassed me was seeing how my stomach looked. In men's clothes I look like I have maybe a little pudge, in the swimsuit I looked like a pink beached whale. She read my face like a comic book and said, "That's why I control your eating now. It's enough that you are a pig, you are not going to be a fat pig." I wasn't sure if I was allowed to speak at the moment, so I nodded my agreement thinking to myself that the difference in weight standards between men and women are profoundly unfair.
It was time for her hour of sunbathing. She removed het t-shirt, bra and shorts then laid down on her chaise. I was given a beach towel with a My Little Pony motif and ordered to lay in the grass. I was bored almost immediately and wished that I had been allowed a position where I could look at her amazing body. After maybe five minutes it occurred to me to wonder why she wasn't having me sunbathe naked like she did. When I realized that the suit would give me a distinctive and humiliating tan line laying there became an act of obedience. It was still boring but much more enjoyable. At the fifteen-minute mark she rolled over and ordered me to do the same. At the thirty-minute mark she sent me inside saying, "Your fish belly skin can't take any more. Go inside and clean the master bathroom which is now the mistress bathroom. Once the fact you will lick the dirt off of anything you missed stops worrying, you take the door off of your bathroom."
I pointed at my mouth and got a nod in return then said, "It will be an honor Mistress."
I began by relocating all my things, as I did, I realized that the only parts of the room that weren't already spotless were the ones I use. Cleaning Mistress's bathroom is every submissive man's fantasy. Once my junk was gone, I was in my happy place as I wiped every surface down with a disinfecting wipe, including the hidden inside rim of the toilet and each individual ring holding the shower curtain. By the time I finished it was almost time for her to come inside so I rushed to the garage for my electric screwdriver, I was carrying the door out to the garage when she came back into the house. Once the door was situated, I found her inspecting her bathroom. She looked everywhere then turned around and ordered me to my hands and knees. I expected a punishment, I had been expecting one since I began cleaning just because a piece of dog shit should never be able to reach the standards of a goddess. To my surprise she patted me on the head, literally petting me like a dog then said, "You did very well Dog Shit."
I basked in the glow of her words for a few seconds then asked, "May I go use my bathroom? Please Mistress!"
She said, "Yes you may but I don't like hearing you call something yours. From now on call it Mistress's slave bathroom."
"Yes Mistress."
I went into the bathroom, not having a door already making it an uncomfortable experience, and raised the seat then began figuring out how to get my male anatomy out of the swimsuit. Just as I was about to begin I heard her voice, "You aren't about to pee like a man, are you?"
I was confused about what she meant and horrified that I had done something she didn't like so I fell to my knees and asked, "How would mistress like for her slave to pee."
"You may kneel or sit, that goes for here and everywhere else."
"Of course, Mistress." I moved so that I was kneeling in front of the bowl, with the seat up I was just tall enough for it to work.
"Hands crossed at the wrists behind you."
"Yes Mistress" That was a wonderfully submissive position that I would enjoy taking to please her.
"When you sit too. Remove the toilet seat when you are done. I will let you replace it when I am over the fact that you tried to pretend that you are still a man for a moment. Lick it clean before you put it in the garage." If someone was watching any doubt they had that that I was made to be her slave would have disappeared when they saw the joy I took in pleasing her by licking every inch of it three times to be sure it was perfect.
Mistress was relaxing on the couch, reading a book. When she heard me approach, she didn't bother to look up, she just pointed to a spot at her feet and said, "Sit." After a few minutes she began caressing herself softly. I looked away, assuming that a slave wasn't entitled to see something so beautiful. When the sounds began to take on a wet tone she said, "I want to relax while you bring me to orgasm, but I can't think of a way that would be sufficiently humiliating for a loathsome slave like you. Suggest something Bitch."
I already had an idea, "You could have me hold the larger dildo between my teeth as I pleasure you with it Mistress."
"I like that, wash it well then lick it well Slave."
The idea of allowing the slightest trace of my filth to enter her body was horrifying. I hated to make her wait but I washed it five times before I knelt before her and licked it as erotically as I could while she watched. She smiled and said, "Nicely done Slave. I don't need lubrication but put it inside me very slowly."
"Yes Mistress. I worked up my courage to ask a question, "Mistress?"
"Yes?"
"Have you always pleasured yourself so much?"
"Yes, I have. My husband was a very dear man and I still love him even if he is a walking turd, but he simply didn't have the drive or the physique to get anywhere near satisfying me."
That combination of affection and casual cruelty is devastating. I paused just a moment before I began to say, "Thank you for being so kind for so long Mistress. I don't know if it's true for you Mistress, but I have read that sometimes women lose some of the pleasure of an orgasm because they have to pay attention to not releasing their bladder. There is no reason for you to do that Mistress."
"You are a good boy, now begin." I went very slow at first, a quarter inch in then a half inch then three quarters of an inch. Once it was moving freely inside of her I sped up, that's when the real joy began, "A little faster, very good, now a little deeper. Not that deep Pig." I gave her the perfect orgasm because she directed me at every moment. She didn't release her bladder, but I was glad that she knew she could. I held it inside her as she shuddered and smiled then continued, "Slow now but firm." The second was even better than the first. She allowed me to kiss her perfect pussy just once then said, "I am going to take a nap, you may be proud of how well you relaxed me. While I sleep move everything of mine that you are allowed to wear out of my closet into my slave closet in the spare bedroom then, make my closet spotless and perfect."
It was a good thing that she took a long nap. Cleaning a closet is difficult, making one perfect takes a lot. Moving Dogshit's things out only took a few minutes but once I had I could see cobwebs in the corners, dings in the walls, poor quality hangers and to my complete dismay, a dead insect. It was a lot of work and all the reaching and moving made the tight grip of the women's swimsuit on my genitals very uncomfortable. It was the kind of chore that I would never have done for myself and a month ago if she wanted it done, I would have made her help. Today it was pure joy to do something for her that I knew I could please her with.
By the time she woke the touchup paint was dry, every wire hanger had been replaced with ones I found in the garage and her slave closet, the carpet was shampooed and I was sitting on the floor using a soft brush to shine every shoe she owned. The look on her face gave me a feeling that's probably better than you get in heaven. "Finish that pair then strip and come lay on my bed." Getting out of the bathing suit was harder than I imagined and took longer than finishing the shoes but soon I was laying in the middle of the bed and Mistress was relaxing on the edge. "Spread your arms wide and put your legs together tightly." A moment after I obeyed, I felt her soft mouth wrapping around my cock. I wanted to scream that I wasn't worthy, but it felt too good to risk interrupting. Once I was fully hard, she lifted her head then straddled me and took me inside her body. She lowered herself until I was all the way inside her and she was resting her weight on me then said, "You are not entitled to any reward ever but I am entitled to give you one any time it feels right to me. Now, tell me when you are close to orgasm. I don't want your sperm inside me but you will be allowed to cum." With that she began moving slowly, nothing, literally nothing, had ever felt that good before.
I have never been able to last very long so it was just a few minutes before I said, "I am close Mistress."
She stopped and put her weight on me again then reached out to stroke my face. The stroke was followed by five firm slaps and, "Better now?"
"Only a little Mistress." She began moving again and while I tried to hold back it was less than a minute before I had to warn her again. This time she dismounted then lay down beside me and wrapped her hand around me. It took exactly four strokes then I was allowed to rest and enjoy for more than a minute before licking her hand clean. "Leave the rest, I want you sticky and messy. Put on a shirt and shorts and nothing else."
When I was dressed she handed me her car keys, my driver's license and my debit card saying, "A premium steak, a cheap steak, two medium potatoes, two cantaloupes, a tank full of gas and some ordinary object that I can put up your ass when I'm in a humorous mood." This time I went to Whole foods, the had a beautiful porterhouse and near perfect produce. I was planning to stop somewhere else until I spotted a Salisbury steak in the frozen food department, the price told me that it would be both cheap and small. As I shopped, I had been wondering what ordinary object would fill the bill when I suddenly saw the popsicles. I went with the kind that's basically frozen Kool Aid so she could order me to rinse it then eat it if she chose. On the way home I put every ounce of gas in her car that it would hold then cleaned the outside of her windows and mirrors then made sure each tire had exactly the right amount of air in it.
Dinner was almost vanilla. I cooked of course but she was pleased with my shopping and I was allowed to speak as I liked while we ate. I told her about the car care which got me a smile and a nod then I asked her for permission to buy paint on the way home from work tomorrow so that I could paint her closet. She said that was unnecessary then thought about it and gave me permission. After the meal she ordered me to show her the ordinary object then laughed out loud at my selection commenting that she was beginning to enjoy my servitude. That gave me a glow that lasted well past doing the dishes and mopping the floor.
She had been watching television as I did the kitchen, when I finished, she stood up and asked to see the "other closet." I had a knot in my stomach thinking that I had only cleaned hers but that wasn't what she was after. She went through the clothes one piece at a time and threw about a third of them on the floor saying things like, "Has a stain." And "You look fat enough without this rag showing your belly." Of course, she had every right to choose my clothes and I couldn't help but think that I would look better from now on. I only had one question.
"May I keep one bad shirt for painting Mistress?"
"No, you will paint naked."
"I mean outside Mistress."
She thought about it for a minute then said, "No but remind me of that when I go through your t-shirts and socks."
The rest of the evening went quietly. I was allowed to sit in her lazy boy (it had been mine yesterday) and watch television while she lounged on the couch and read. At bedtime I was once again allowed to share her bed and permitted to listen but not look as she enjoyed her body one last time. I slept in my earbuds with the alarm set for 6:30 and instructions that breakfast was to be a sliced cantaloupe and coffee at seven.
The lack of a toilet seat was sexy and submissive but uncomfortable enough to make me forget about positioning my hands. Only a few minutes after I had gotten up I heard her footprints and suddenly remembered and put my hands where they belonged. She walked in and gave me a bright smile then said, "Good morning Dogshit. I like your bathroom orders."
"I'm glad you are pleased Mistress."
"Yes I am. When you get home tonight, I am going to paddle you raw for forgetting a standing order and you can plan on screaming a good bit when I punish you for trying to fool me by hiding it."
My body collapsed which almost made me slide into the commode. I knew better than to ask for forgiveness so all I could say was, "Thank you for correcting me Mistress."
"Good answer Dogshit. Now, you have a schedule to keep and don't worry, By the time I finish punishing you it will be impossible for you to feel bad about what you did," That sent a chill down my spine but it was oddly comforting. Intense pain was no where near as bad as being disappointing to her.
I have to leave about ten minutes before she does to be at work on time. When I was ready, she met me at the door and inspected how I looked. She declared me passable but told me to shine my shoes tonight then asked, "Is your ass sore from yesterday Slave?" I nodded very hard. "Good, drop your pants and put your hands on your knees." She used her own saliva as a lubricant then put every bit of her index finger inside me. It was painful but not as bad as I had feared. "You will not forget who and what you are while you are at work. If I even suspect that your submission has slipped, I will be very upset. Now tell me who and what you are."
About 11:30 I started thinking about lunch. After 2 days of serious dieting I was craving a fast food burger, but I suspected that Mistress would ask what I ate. The problem was solved when I received a text, "An apple, a small pack of peanut butter crackers and water. Eat outdoors." That solved that problem. On the way home I stopped for paint, forcing myself not to stall. Now that it was close I was becoming scared of Mistress's punishment. When I got home Mistress stretched the torment, she didn't say or do anything through dinner then watched television for an hour barely even acknowledging my existence as I got more and more nervous. Finally, she went into the kitchen and a few minutes later came out with the cantaloupe which she put on the table. "Come here and make yourself erect slave." Lately I have been hard almost constantly and any other time the order alone would have done the trick. Now no matter how much I touched myself it stayed limp. After giving me time to fail completely she casually said, "I wonder how it will feel when I decide to pee in your mouth." That did it and soon I was full sized or at least as full sized as I can be."
"This isn't your punishment, it's just a humiliation I read in a book one time and thought it would be fun. Come over here Dogshit." When I got close to her I could see that she had cut a hole in the cantaloupe so I knew what was coming, "This is your new girlfriend and I want to see you have sex with her." I thought I had hit bottom when I watched myself in the mirror as she raped my ass. When I felt the cold slimy melon around me, I realized that there is more than one bottom and hit a new one. When I lasted less than a minute, I found the bottom under the bottom. Mistress left the room for a second, as she came back, I heard her say, "Read this aloud for me slave." I had regained a tiny drop of dignity during the day. By the time I had stood there with my limp dick still in the cold cantaloupe and read the entire "Please make me" page it was gone forever. Last night she allowed me to put my head against her as I cried, tonight she just watched with an expression on her face that's usually reserved for hissing cockroaches. When the worst of the breakdown had passed, she said, "Follow me and stay inside of your lover."
I followed her to her slave bathroom and was motioned to stand in the shower and told to piss. That was the first time I had ever heard her say that word, so I knew she had chosen it just to increase my humiliation. It worked, by the time my bladder was empty I was completely broken, and she knew it. "I was going to make you drink the contents, but I might have some other use for that mouth. Wash yourself quickly then come to my bed."
I hurried but getting cantaloupe juice off your crotch is surprisingly hard. The time allowed me to collect myself enough to be almost not crying when I entered the room and was motioned to lay beside her. "I know that was hard on you slave, so I am going to put your punishment off for another night. I would cancel it but neither of us wants me to be the sort of woman who cancels a punishment." All I could do was nod then she said, "You may put your arms around me Slave." I cried for another ten minutes. I know that it's hard to understand but those ten minutes were among the best in my life. First Mistress had taken everything away from me then when I had nothing left, she gave me a little something. When the time was over and she said, "Give me an orgasm using only the very tip of your tongue" my only thought was to please her as well as I possibly could.
The next morning, I had trouble standing, not because there was a problem with my body, because all I wanted to do was kneel for her. Work was pure torture but only because it kept me from her. Lunch was a glass of orange juice, but she texted for me to pick up a pizza on the way home and allowed me to eat until I was full when I served it. She allowed me to digest then administered my punishment. First a long, slow and very through paddling then I got to experience the punishment plug. It was every bit as bad as I had hoped while buying it but at least it stayed in place as her whip marked me again and again. The last part of my punishment was the most devilish. She brought me two bottles of water. My body had been through a lot, so I finished them quickly then drank half of a third one. She ordered me to the guest bedroom and as soon as I entered, I saw the chains on the bed. She did my hands first, binding them together then to the bedpost. I hated that they had over a foot of slack in them since it meant that I would probably be sleeping there. The real horror came when she put a tarp over the bottom half of the bed then put an adult sized diaper on me. As she chained my left foot to the bottom bedpost, I was already dreading what I knew would happen during the night. I was able to move enough to get comfortable and go to sleep. During the night I was able to go to sleep again but there aren't many things more unmanning than not being able to stop yourself from wetting a diaper. The next morning, I found out that one of them is having a beautiful woman remove a soaking wet diaper from you and mock you for wetting the bed.
The next four weeks were pure bliss. I served mistress constantly and well. She did have to punish me several times but that's only to be expected. She spent four nights away from home so I was pretty sure that I was a cuckold but she had me so well trained by that time that I never even considered asking where she had been or implied that she had done something wrong. I did tell her how terribly I missed her. She wasn't a bit sympathetic, but she was understanding and felt that it was proper for her slave to pine for her. I didn't tell her that picturing her being fucked by some mega dicked stud kept me turned on all night while she was gone but she knew it. All of my secrets were long gone and the fact that she wanted me anyway took the place of air in my life.
The sixth weekend I spent as her slave was when everything changed again.
