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Indentured Servant

by Master Ivan

We stopped for a fast-food snack on the way home. I was given money and told what to buy. I was not permitted to eat. In the car, I resumed my position, kneeling and cuffed, now beneath Veronica's skirt. They ate, while I sucked and licked.

To my horror, Veronica pulled my head up by the hair and said, "I've got to piss, slave. Beg me to use your mouth!"

In the middle of the crowded parking lot, I begged her, "Please Mistress, piss in my mouth."

Still keeping her firm grip on my hair, she returned my face to its place. I fastened my lips tightly onto her cunt, and she quickly began to piss. I swallowed rapidly, managing to avoid spilling a drop.

She finished quickly, then gave another gentle pull on my hair, saying, "Lick me clean!" I licked.

They engaged in casual conversation. A few minutes later, Megan commented, "Gee, I've got to use the toilet myself. Do you mind?"

Veronica responded, "No problem!". They switched seats, and in a moment, I was drinking down another load of piss, now Megan's.

A short time later, not far from their house, I informed my Mistresses that I had to piss myself. Megan, currently enjoying my oral ministrations, chuckled.

"Ha! I suppose he would have to pee-pee, considering how much of our piss he's already drunk. What do you think, Veronica?"

"I'd rather he didn't piss in the car. Let's have some fun with him in the alley."

Not knowing what alley they meant, I held my peace until we turned down a rough road and, moments later, parked. I was dragged from the car with my handcuffs still locked behind me. I knelt on the ground as they privately discussed my fate. Finally, with a chuckle, Megan went to the back of the station wagon while Veronica stood smiling at me.

Megan returned, holding a large plastic garbage bag which she put aside for the moment. Veronica then said, "Now that he's totally ours, he won't be needing his male clothes anymore." A pair of scissors was produced, and my old shirt and pants were cut from my body and discarded. My shoes and socks were also removed, leaving me dressed only in the stockings, garter belt, waist-cincher, collar, cock-cage, butt-plug harness and handcuffs.

Megan then chimed in with, "If he must piss, he shouldn't piss all over this nice clean alley!"

"Certainly not, Megan. What do you suggest?"

Megan had me lie down and raise my feet. The garbage bag, a heavy duty plastic one, was brought up over my legs. I was made to kneel in the bag, and its top was brought all the way up to my collar. It was wrapped with a leather thong, sealing it to my collar, now forcing me to remain kneeling as it encased all my body below the neck.

Picking up the corners of the bag, they lifted my feet, practically turning me upside-down. Veronica said, "Alright, slave, now piss!"

I pissed. It quickly flowed over my torso, bathing me, much of it trickling out the top of the bag and soaking my face. They released me, and my legs were soon sloshing around in a puddle of piss in the bottom of the bag.

They picked me up bodily and deposited me in the rear of the station wagon, and we resumed our drive home.

A short time later, I was carried into their basement, dropped on the floor and shackled to an eyebolt in the wall by a short chain locked to my collar. A rubber helmet was produced which my Mistresses placed over my head and began lacing up. The helmet was tight, stiff rubber, with no eyeholes and an unusual breathing regulator over my mouth and nose.

"You are now an owned slave", Veronica began, "With no rights or privileges. To earn what few privileges available to a slave, you must work your way up from the bottom. For you, the bottom is a long way down indeed.

"At the moment, your cock is caged. Your ass is plugged. Your wrists are locked behind your back. All steps in the right direction, but more is needed.

"The helmet will silence you and blind you. But it is designed to do much more. The breathing tube is your only source of air. If I wish, I can deny you even the air you breathe."

At this, she placed a finger over the end of the tube, cutting off my air. For several long, agonizing seconds, I wondered if she would indeed allow me to die. Finally, she dropped the tube and I was allowed to breathe again. I observed that with my waist still tightly corseted, it took a fair amount of time to regain my normal breathing rhythm. Now, I was in genuine fear. My life was in their hands.

"I do not intend to kill you, just yet", Veronica continued. "Now, you represent a sizable investment, and I intend to get my money's worth and more out of you. But in the meantime, you must be trained."

I felt her again take the tube in hand which controlled my air supply. To my horror, she turned a small valve at the front of the helmet, and my air supply was again cut off.

"Now the valve is closed. You don't deserve clean air to breathe." I shuddered in fear, unable to breathe, as she stuffed the tube down inside the garbage bag which currently contained all of my body below the neck as well as nearly a quart of piss.

"Here is all you deserve!" Again, the valve was opened and I breathed again, relieving the renewed agony in my lungs. Now, however, all my air was reeking with the odor of my piss. I noticed that when I exhaled, a valve allowed the used air to be expelled outside the helmet. When I inhaled, enough air drifted in thru my neck opening to keep me supplied with oxygen. As I slowly regained my breath, Veronica again closed the valve, this time about half-way.

"Now, you can control your greed. You're not even half a man...You only deserve this much air."

It didn't take long to realize that I had to be careful breathing to avoid creating an oxygen debt. If I overexerted myself, it would take long, agonizing minutes to catch up.

"Hopefully, by the time we release you, you will learn to appreciate the smell of your own piss!"

I heard them walk out and heard a door slam. I suffered in silence, bathed in piss, breathing piss, completely cut off from the world.

For awhile, I simply felt my body. My cock, strangely, would occasionally start becoming erect and would be defeated quickly by the cage. My ass, still filled by the small plug, was simply opened and penetrated, reminding me of my vulnerability. My hands were useless, cuffed behind me. I felt the collar, chained to the wall, forcing me to remain lying on the floor. My head was still tightly encased in rubber, the rest of my body in plastic. I was floating, not only in piss, but in a womb. I no longer had a body--that was owned by my Mistresses. Yet, I was forced to experience the sensations of the body in which I was imprisoned.

Hours later, I was released by Megan. All my bonds except my cock cage and handcuffs were removed, and I was made to walk out into their back yard. My handcuffs were replaced with leather cuffs, joined in front, and my wrists were hoisted high overhead by a rope suspended from the back porch. I was hosed down. I was given water, then a penis gag was locked deep into my mouth. Cold, dripping wet, I heard Megan say the only words required: "Now, you can drip-dry!"

I hung there, watching the sun slowly move toward the horizon. I was nearly exhausted as well as hungry--I had eaten no solid food all day. I began to worry about just how severe my new life might be on me when, at just about dusk, Megan returned.

She lowered my arms, had me kneel and re-collared me. She led me, leashed, on my knees, to the kitchen where a light supper had been prepared. I was allowed to eat my fill from a plate on the floor.

Darkness had fallen. Now, suitably refreshed, fed and finished with the supper dishes, I was allowed into the living room to kneel before my owners and discuss my future. My handcuffs were moved to the rear, my ankle shackles were in place but unjoined; my collar and cock cage remained in place. I remained kneeling on the floor as my Mistresses relaxed on the couch.

"Slave--", Veronica began. I shuddered to think of how accurate that word was now. "You have performed very well for your first twenty-four hours. Rest assured, today's ordeals will not be repeated often, although there will be times you will experience much worse.

"Tonight, you will get an idea of your regular routine of duties, exercises and discipline. You will be trained thoroughly to serve our needs, and you will be kept physically fit as well. You will be required to do most of the housework, to help us dress and bathe, to cook, to entertain guests and to be on call at anytime to serve our sexual needs.

"You will be punished regularly, for failures or offenses, for training purposes, to entertain or simply on our whim. If we don't punish you on the spot for an offense, you will generally receive the punishment in the evening.

"There will be a written schedule of housework for you to complete each day. If you earn punishments which prevent you from finishing this work, you will still be punished further for your failures.

"From time to time, you will be ordered to wear certain disciplinary items, like handcuffs, nipple clamps, collars, et cetera. Megan will show you where all the items are kept. As for tonight, you're going to get your first detailed lessons in eating pussy."

Megan took my leash and led me closer to the couch. I noted the clothes my Mistresses were wearing--both were in bustiers which left their breasts and pussies exposed, as well as stockings and knee-high boots. Covering it all were matching chiffon robes.

Veronica took the leash and pulled my face into her pussy.

"Kiss it! Once on each side, then right on the slit, over my clit. Good. Now, start licking the edge of each lip individually..."

Her instructions continued for some time. I was made to suck on each cuntlip in turn, then lick up and down within the slit from above the clit all the way down to her ass. Just a few minutes into the lesson, my face was covered with her juice, my cock was painfully swollen within its cage and I had not yet even been permitted to suck on her clitoris.

Some thirty minutes later, Veronica told Megan, "Get a short strap. This slave has to be able to concentrate on sucking cunt." When Megan returned, Veronica ordered me, "Now, suck on my clit. Hard, but don't let me feel your teeth. Megan, start strapping him, and don't stop until he brings me off!"

As I started sucking as commanded, the first blow caught me off guard, bringing forth a scream. Veronica looked down at me very disapprovingly and said, "Don't interrupt your work! Do you want this to take all night?"

The blows did not stop. I continued sucking her clit, simultaneously moving around my face, trying to bring her off quickly. A good ten minutes later, she pulled my face hard into her crotch and came, flooding my mouth, screaming. Finally, the strap on my ass stopped. I nearly collapsed, exhausted.

A brief break ensued, during which my cuffs were moved to the front. I was made to fetch wine and two glasses on my knees and serve them. The cuffs were quickly moved to the rear again and I took my place between Megan's legs.

While Veronica preferred hard licking and sucking, particularly on her clit, Megan preferred my tongue inside her vagina. After the preliminary ritual of kisses and licks, I was made to extend my already tired tongue further than I thought possible inside her well-juiced pussy. Through it all, my cock ached. The orgasm I had that morning was the only one in what was nearly three days, and I did not know when I would be allowed another one.

"He's just not going deep enough!", Megan exclaimed. "Veronica, could you get that #2 eight-incher and let him know what I mean by deep?"

Moments later, Veronica shoved the aforementioned dildo deep into my ass, buckled the straps around me and locked it in. As I groaned in frustration, Megan threatened, "Get that tongue in deep, or would you like to try a size larger?"

Somehow, I found the strength and brought her off. The dildo remained locked in my ass, as did the cage locked on my cock. We all moved to their bedroom, where my cuffs were moved to the front and padlocked to the front of my collar.

A cage was on the floor at the foot of the bed. It measured about three feet on each side and had a barred floor. Its door was open. A block and tackle arrangement connected it with the ceiling.

I was blindfolded, with one of those leather and rubber types that locks on. I was locked in the cage, and it was hoisted into the air.

Without warning, I felt a hand reach up between the floor bars and grab my balls. As it squeezed hard, I heard Veronica's voice say, "Sleep well, slave."

They made love. I was permitted to listen, but not to watch or participate. I hung in my cage, my ass filled, my cock caged, collared and cuffed. At times, they just sat and (I assumed) watched me, commenting on my obvious frustration and humiliation. At other times, I heard their labored breathing as one or the other was brought to orgasm.

I suffered through the night and slept when I could.

Morning greeted me with the hard breathing of my Mistresses as they made love. Immediately, my cock awoke and struggled within its torture cage for relief it could not find. The dildo still locked in my ass made things even worse, and the blindfold, while it blocked sight, amplified all my other senses. I listened helplessly to their pleasure for nearly an hour, unable to even touch myself, with my wrists still attached to my collar.

My balls ached, but I knew I would find no relief as I heard Veronica and Megan leave their bed.

The cage was lowered to the floor. The door opened, I was brought out and my handcuffs moved behind my back. Still blindfolded, I was made to perform my oral devotions to both Mistresses and lick them clean when done.

As soon as I finished, my blindfold was removed. My first sight was the two cunts I had just finished eating. By now, my cock was so swollen within its cage I was in constant torture.

"Look only at our pussies. If you look higher, you'll be beaten." Veronica meant it. I obeyed as she continued.

"You will not be allowed to come today. In addition to your regular servant duties, you'll be receiving more training in oral servitude. Also--we're having some friends over for lunch. You'll prepare refreshments, then you'll serve as bidet-slave for us all. Now, to work!"

"Bidet-slave?" I wondered.

I was freed from my anal dildo and allowed to quickly shower and use the bathroom. In the kitchen, I was fitted with leather wrist and ankle shackles, each connected with a foot of chain. A penis gag was locked into my mouth, after which I spent a couple of hours preparing a buffet under the detailed instructions of both Mistresses. When finished, I was allowed to prepare a bowl of oatmeal for myself. My gag was removed, my wrists were locked behind my back for the meal and I ate from a dog dish on the floor.

I cleaned the living room next, dusting, polishing furniture, doing the floors and finally laying out the buffet itself. I was told to prepare a fire in the fireplace.

When the fire was blazing away, Megan appeared with the box containing the last of my clothes.

"We're disappointed in you, slave. We've reexamined all your remaining clothes and found them totally unacceptable."

"I'm sorry, Mistress."

"Burn them!"

The clothes went into the fire. Under the clothes in the box, I had the few papers and such which were my last connections with my prior existence. As I looked at them, I felt a momentary weakness in my resolve. I realized I had no use for the papers, and they would be a point of vulnerability in my enslavement.

"Mistresses--may I burn the rest?"

They looked at each other with surprise, perhaps the only time I truly impressed them. There was a pause of a few seconds, after which Veronica looked down at me and said, "Yes."

The rest of the box went into the fire. The three of us silently watched as it burned. Now, I was a naked slave, with no possessions, no connections with freedom, without a bit of clothing. Now, I was totally at the mercy of my Mistresses, totally owned and enslaved. It occurred to me that there was no longer even one stitch of male clothing in the house.

Mistress Veronica broke the silence. "Let's get our bidet set up. To the bathroom!" She leashed me and led me on my knees to the bathroom while Megan got out some equipment.

The toilet faced a marble wall a couple of feet away. A roll of toilet tissue hung from a fixture set into the stone--Veronica removed the roll and put it away, deep in a closet. With her typically cruel smile, she quipped, "We won't be needing that!"

Megan arrived with what I anticipated would be the means for my further degradation. A rubber helmet was placed over my head. It covered my eyes while leaving my nose and mouth exposed. It laced tightly down the back and had hand-grips on the top and sides. A wide leather collar went around my neck and was locked in place.

A unique feature of the helmet was a bracket in its rear which held my head back at a sharp angle and also attached to the wall in place of the toilet paper. I was a bit surprised by the large, greased dildo which was slid into my ass. There was a leather harness to hold it in place--this one also had straps at its rear to hold my wrists, replacing the wrist cuffs I had worn. I noticed that when I pulled up on my wrists, the dildo was pushed deeper into my ass, restimulating my cock in its torture cage. To finish my restraint, my elbows were strapped together and my knees were separated widely and strapped to the floor.

Now, I heard Veronica's voice again. "Alright Megan, let's fill up the piss bag and set up the feeder tube."

I heard them both piss. The bag was then hung somewhere over my head. Suddenly, Veronica lowered her pussy to my face. "Clean me off, toilet mouth!" With my head bent back at such a severe angle, I could not even close my mouth. I licked her, cleaning the residual piss off her cunt with lips and tongue. Megan followed suit immediately after. It suddenly occurred to me that with the toilet paper removed, if either of them had to shit while I was set up, I would obviously be forced to lick their back doors clean as well.

They fiddled with something at the side of my rubber helmet. A few seconds later, a small plastic tube found its way into the right corner of my mouth.

Although I was still blindfolded by the rubber helmet, it was not hard to envision the plastic bag, filled with piss, hanging over my head. I could see in my mind the yellow fluid slowly moving down the tube toward my opened mouth. I sensed my Mistress standing there watching, so it was no surprise, seconds later, when I tasted the first drops. I swallowed and continued to swallow every several seconds.

Megan chuckled and said, "Now, our bidet is ready."

Veronica responded, "Not a moment too soon, either. Our guests should be here soon."

"We must remember to tell them to refill the bag as necessary; that quart of piss won't last more than a couple of hours."

I moaned at that, swallowing again. My cock pulsed painfully in its cage. My Mistresses laughed again and departed.

I knelt. For at least an hour, I heard nothing. I was helpless, in an agony of arousal and humiliation. With my sight gone, I could only feel my restraints, the dildo in my ass and my cock throbbing painfully in its cage. The trickle of piss continued to drip into my mouth, requiring me to swallow periodically.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. I heard high heels clicking across the floor towards me.

"Oh, isn't this wonderful!" A woman's voice, European accent.

There was a rustle of clothes, the sound of the toilet being used. The flush, and she rose. Already, I could smell the odor of her cunt; as she came within inches of my face, I could even detect her piss odor, slightly different from that which was currently force-feeding me. My cock pulsed again, bringing forth a deep moan from me.

"Alright, piss slave. Teasing's over--time to lick me up!" With no further preliminaries, she eased forward onto my mouth, took hold of the handgrips on my helmet and wiped her cunt on my face. I extended my tongue, submissively, trying to give her a good cleaning.

She finished and dismounted. She took my nipples and gave them a gentle twist, saying, "You'll do."

The heels clicked out and the door closed. I thought I heard some brief laughter, then nothing. I remained in place, continuing to wait and swallow.

More time passed. Ten, twenty minutes or more, I could not tell. The door opened again. Another pair of heels approached. They might have belonged to the same woman or another, or even to one of my Mistresses; I could not tell.

This time, there were no words. None were needed. She pissed, then mounted my face for her cleaning.

I noticed a difference in this woman. Her odors were slightly different, as was her taste. Also, her pubic hair was kinky and stiff. I presumed her to be black, but would never know. I licked her clean and continued licking, bringing her to orgasm. She used a lash on my back several times to encourage me, but she was not brutal. Finished, she left wordlessly. I had been used.

My next patron followed immediately. I heard her remove my piss bag and fill it. Without even using the toilet, she mounted my face. I began licking, but was surprised by the stream of additional piss she released into my mouth. She finished pissing, then pulled quite hard on my helmet for her cleaning. She might have brought herself off on my face, I could not tell. She addressed me with two words before leaving--"Nice toilet!"

I ached in my bonds. My knees hurt, my elbow straps burned into my flesh, my neck was in agony in its unnatural position, and my ass, still stretched wide by the dildo, was a constant source of both pain and stimulation. My cock was in agony. I now had a permanent erection, severely restricted by the cage and tortured by the points of metal within it. At that moment, I would have sacrificed it and became a eunuch if it were within my power. No, my Mistresses required me intact, only to torture me more.

A substantial amount of time passed before my next patron entered. This time, the footsteps were much heavier. She was vocal at the outset. "How are you doing, piss mouth? Comfortable? I hope not..." I groaned inwardly.

She sat on the throne and pissed. There was the unmistakable sound of her shitting. Finally, she mumbled something under her breath about a tampon. This time, I would clearly get the works.

Her ass was first. She sat on me and engulfed me in a mountain of flesh. My tongue extended itself, searching for its target, when the hard whipstroke sliced diagonally across my chest. "Get that tongue where it belongs, asswipe!"

I found it by taste. I licked it thoroughly, until the taste was gone. Finally satisfied with my efforts, she rose slightly, allowing me a breath, then reseated herself, simply to enjoy my oral service a bit longer.

She rose and turned around. "Now my cunt-hole, pig. You'll find even a bigger meal there." She sat again, this time with her vagina directly on my mouth.

She did have a meal waiting for me, but not what I expected. It was not the musky, sweet taste of pussy. I recalled then her earlier reference to a tampon. It was obviously her time of the month, and I was feasting on her at its peak.

She kept me working there for quite awhile, guiding my efforts with words, tugs on my helmet and the occasional stroke of her lash. All the while, my nose was buried deeply in the upper folds of her cunt-slit, still wet with her piss. It took a long time before she finally lowered her her upper cunt to my lips and allowed me to begin the cleaning I was intended to provide.

I cleaned her quickly, then started working on her clitoris. As I labored, I heard other footsteps in the bathroom; clearly, we had an audience.

I licked and sucked with all my ability. Exhausted, I still wished to avoid more of the whip. Soon, she began sawing up and down on my mouth, approaching orgasm. My tongue was so tired I could no longer move it; it took every bit of strength I had left to hold it extended, allowing her to bring herself off on me as she wished.

Somehow, it was enough. She came violently on my entire face, groaning loudly in her pleasure, making full use of the handles provided on the helmet to move me as she wished. As she finished and withdrew, I heard applause and laughter--yes, the other women were there watching my humiliation.

I was left alone for an hour, feeling only the torture of my bonds, my penetrated ass, my caged cock, the various substances drying on my face and the drip-feed of piss which still continued to flow into my mouth. Finally, I heard the front door opening and closing and even the sounds of cars starting outside.

Now, Megan came in and used me as the others had. She pissed, flushed the toilet and mounted my face for her cleaning and suck-off. She said nothing, allowing me some latitude in how I approached serving her needs. Trying my best to recall her instructions, I emphasized the penetration of her vagina with my tongue while also positioning my nose for her clitoral stimulation. It would seem that it was effective, as she came quickly without needing to either order my efforts or use the whip.

Veronica followed fifteen or twenty minutes later. Again, it was the toilet first, then my face. I cleaned her, then remembered to give her the devotional kisses to her labia before slowly working in towards her clitoris. Only once did I slip, allowing my teeth to briefly nick her clit. Immediately, I felt a single, brutal lash to my left thigh. I corrected my efforts, and she came minutes later. Half an hour later, the piss feeder was finally empty, and I was freed to use the bathroom myself and then begin cleaning up the house.

That evening, after my mundane work was finished and corrective welts administered, I served as a mere ornament for their pleasure. My left wrist was connected to an overhead rope in the den and hoisted up. My right wrist shackle was padlocked to that of my left ankle, directly behind my ass. The parachute was hung from my balls again, complete with some heavy weights. Finally, the rope supporting my wrist was raised several more inches. The strain of it bent my back at an odd angle, quite uncomfortably. I was drawn up to stand on my toes, on only one foot. My chest was severely arched, adding to my pain and vulnerability, even more so about an hour later when they clamped my nipples. I hung, suffering, contributing to the arousal of my Mistresses when they cared to look up at me.

Later, I was released and allowed to lie at the foot of their bed to be chained for the night. Again, as was becoming my pattern, I resisted the pain, feeling a victim of simple cruelty. The humiliations they imposed felt like needless invasions, unmotivated. To them, I surrendered helplessly, realizing I had no choice.

Still, as I laid chained on their bedroom floor, listening to them making love and feeling my denied cock swelling in pain within its locked cage, I began a transformation. First, I realized I would remain a slave permanently. My old ties were irrevocably broken, I was without money, clothes, friends, property, even a motivation to seek out what was, for me, a dead-end life anyway. Second, it occurred to me that Veronica and Megan used me as they would and were enjoying my use immensely. As a slave, I was already proving successful. Finally, not only was my enslavement the only thing I had left, but I found myself taking pride in it: in my endurance, my success in giving pleasure to my Mistresses, in what was becoming, for me, a fulfillment.

I knew things would get worse in some respects. They had already began explaining their plans for my future training and use. My ass was to be enlarged dramatically until I could be brutally ass-fucked with their largest dildos without injury. My oral servitude would be refined, improved and strengthened constantly. My own sexual satisfaction would be cut back to a level of one or two orgasms a month, those to be spaced so irregularly that I would never anticipate them. My endurance for restraint, corporal punishment and all the myriad ways they had available to cause me discomfort would always be tested and forced to advance until I could bear up under unimaginable cruelty. Soon, I would be loaned to their friends, used to entertain at parties, star in performances staged for certain underground clubs in the area, perhaps even rented out for a night or a weekend. Although, in certain respects, the future resembled hell, it was nevertheless a future with promise, advancement, much like a career and one in which I could feel secure that all my needs would be cared for.

I smiled as I rested on their floor. I swallowed, still conscious of the tastes of their piss and their cunt juice which remained in my mouth. I felt the wave of humiliation pass through me, then the pulse of arousal in response which caused my cock to swell further in denial against the rings of the cage locked upon it. I knew, now, that the abuse to which I would be subjected was the key to my arousal. And I knew that I would have little else in my life to contend with. I was a slave.

I clenched my ass tightly against the huge dildo filling it and immediately felt the wave of humiliation and arousal stimulating my body, ending in my imprisoned cock and my aching balls. I wondered if I would be allowed an orgasm tomorrow, or when?

I smiled and didn't worry about it. I slept.

by Master Ivan, writing as "Mip the slave"

1994

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