Addicted to Pain, Humiliation and Degredation

Chapter Seven

Mistress woke me with the usual kick in the balls for disobeying her command to never cum without permission. There was no point in telling her I couldn’t control myself with the constant stimulation in my butt all night. It probably would have given her another excuse to abuse me for insubordination or something. She handed me a glass of her golden nectar laced with her stay awake meds and I gulped it down. “Your body is in no shape for physical abuse today. That’s why I scheduled you for toilet training today. Thank your Mistress for her thoughtfulness, sissy cunt,” she said.
“Thank you, Mistress Evil, for using your valuable time to train this lowly slave to satisfy your needs,” I replied, hoping being overly submissive would possibly convince her to go a little more easy on me.
She led me into a room best described as a communal bath. There were many showerheads on the walls, a gently sloping floor with a drain in the center, numerous places to secure a slave to a wall or the floor and some small stainless steel benches. She led me to a wall and secured me to it with ankle and wrist straps. Before beginning Mistress needed to ensure I was clean, inside and out. Mistress proceeded to give me a series of soapy enemas. I lost count after five!!! Each time more and more liquid was used and my stomach swelled up making me look pregnant at times. The cramping was awful. Good thing this was a pain free day I thought to myself. Next Mistress turned me around and re-secured me facing out, with extra straps around my waste and thighs. She then took a slim tube and slowly inserted it into my peehole and pushed it in at lest six inches. I moaned a little but really was more scared than hurt. It must have been a catheter, something I had never experienced. I must have guessed right as a slow stream of urine ran out shortly afterwards. Naturally, Mistress collected it in a cup for me to consume. Whenever necessary, Mistress used the showers to keep things tidy.
Satisfied with her work, Mistress released me again and secured me to the floor, face up. She next picked up a phone, punched two or three numbers, and bellowed “NOW” in a very authoritative voice. Soon an extremely buxom young woman, maybe twentyish, entered and immediately fell to her knees. She was nude, heavily made up, had an inordinate amount of body piercings and was shaved bald. Not a hair, not even eyebrows adorned her body.
“This is my maid and slave, Christy. Christy, it is time to feed sissy cunt.,” Mistress Evil said.
“Yes, Mistress Evil. As instructed I have not relieved myself in two days,” Christy said as she came over and knelt down over my face, facing my feet.
“ You are to take all slave Christy gives you into your mouth and hold it there until I give you permission to swallow. Any overflow will of course be finished also.” I did as was told, gagging frequently but enduring it. After emptying all she could, slave Christy was allowed to shower and leave. “You may slowly chew and swallow your lunch, sissy cunt. Use your hands as needed to get it all.” As I finished this disgusting task, Mistress made another call.
Shortly, a man in a tuxedo entered and he too fell to his knees. “This is my butler, slave Robert,” I was told by Mistress. “Slave Robert, sissy cunt here has just eaten and needs something to wash it down. Robert knelt down with a leg on either side of my head and stuck his cock in my mouth, letting go a long stream of piss. Gulping as fast as I could lest I upset Mistress, I swallowed all but a few trickles that slid down my chin. Robert was dismissed and yet another call.
This time, Carlos the gardener, and yes, another slave entered. He obviously had been working in the gardens in the nude and was filthy and sweaty from head to toe. “Slave Carlos here is gay and loves having his cock sucked. You, sissy cunt, are going to give slave Carlos a total tongue bath from head to toe. And to make it interesting I’m going to cover his cock and balls with some of my own fresh shit. Carlos loves being kissed by a man, and every ten minutes an alarm will sound and you will stop and passionately kiss Carlos. As a slave we can’t have him enjoying this too much, so your filthy mouth will remind him of his lowly status. You will be released from your restraints to make sure you can access every nook and cranny of his body. Remember, cameras will monitor your progress. Do not rush, be thorough. Carlos needs to be clean enough to walk out of here without a shower, even between his toes and in the crack of his ass. I’m taking a break. I’ll return in a couple of hours and discuss what you can expect your life to be like in the near and distant future,” said Mistress Evil. She then unloaded herself on Carlos and had him spread the mess over his cock, ball and ass. As she left she looked at me, pointed at Carlos and said, “Bon Appetite”
When Mistress returned she carefully inspected Carlos and noticed the big smile on his face. Carlos was clean but my face was a smelly mess of course. And it would stay that way. Carlos was dismissed and I was handed a fudgesicle similar looking to the one Mistress was eating. Similar in looks, anyway. It tasted like, and was, more shit, on a stick. But, a healthy one I was told as it contained antibiotics to help prevent the diseases eating it might cause. How’s that for irony?
“I’ve got yellow ones of course, also. Today’s training helps prepare you for one of your regular duties. I have dozens of people, believe it or not, that actually pay good money to come here and be used as a toilet. Once you return from your transformation trip you will be assigned toilet duties on the rare day when no one is paying for the privilege. Unfortunately that means most major holidays you get to celebrate with a not so special meal. Now relax while I explain some things to you. Do you smoke?” I nodded yes as Mistress lit a cigarette. Having finished my snack, I was surprised when she offered me one. Not surprisingly it was from a different pack. And it tasted like shit. Of course, it was. Mistress continued: “Can you guess? I have them specially made for my smoking slaves out of dehydrated dog shit. I can’t imagine how bad they taste with the way they smell. Oh, by the way, quitting isn’t an option any longer for you. I’ll bet you thought you’d be forced to quit as my slave.”
“It’s early, and this is the time I normally explain to slaves what their life will be like down the road. After this week, your formal training will be over and you will leave for a few months of transformation. When you return, as the newest slave you will be assigned the worst of the jobs that my slaves handle. Every person you have seen, and there are some you haven’t met, are slaves to me to one degree or another. Only you are owned outright at this point. But know, the rest are broken to the point they are devoted to me and need little or no supervision. Some are here permanently, others come and serve during vacation time from their jobs. Some even leave at the end of the day and return in the AM. During this week most are disappointed in the lack of attention they get as I’m totally wrapped up in you. Some of your duties when you return: cleaning the four bathrooms in the home and later the one down by the horse stalls. Unfortunately for you, you only get to use your mouth to clean them. Your hands can help if needed, but your mouth will clean your hands. You will use the shut-off valve to empty the toilet of water before you clean it. And there is video monitoring of the baths so don’t even think of cheating.
Next, you will learn to iron as all of my and the staffs’ clothes will be ironed to perfection. You will learn quickly as improper looking clothes will result in the iron being used on you. The bath by the horse stalls will be cleaned when you go down to clean the horse stalls. Of course, you will use your hands only to clean up any droppings. Insufficient results in the stalls results in you giving head to a horse, of course.
And your final regular job will be an ongoing one. Any time you pass an ashtray that has been used, you are to remove any butts and clean it with your tongue. All but the butt itself, for health reasons, will be consumed. Now that I’ve detailed, in a limited way, your new life, Eric is going to have some fun with you before putting you to bed. He has a favor coming for his efforts lately, so he’s giving you some intense training in the gay lifestyle this afternoon. He really likes the nice ass you have. Do you have any questions about the things you’ve been told?”
No, Mistress Evil, I cried. There was no missing the tears running down m face as I realized how painful, humiliating and degrading a life I had ahead. And I was totally scared of the things I knew were coming. There were things I couldn’t even dream of in my future, I’m sure. Mistress left, Eric entered and gave me a wicked smile.

To be continued