A Small Morning Ordeal
by
Master Ivan
They slept--Mistress in the luxurious double bed, dressed in her most exotic lingerie, and her slavegirl, naked, handcuffed behind her back, leg-ironed, naked on the bare hardwood floor beside the bed.
Mistress awakened first. She sat up, stretched, smiled as the sun shone thru the nearby window illuminating them both. She arose quietly, walked to the kitchen and returned with a shallow glass bowl, placing it on the floor beside the still sleeping slavegirl. She then yanked on the slave's collar chain, awakening her and bringing her up to her knees. She saw the girl's nipples, erect with her long arousal--she had also worn a chastity belt for the better part of a week now, keeping her denied. She took a pair of nipple clamps and placed them on the girl's nipples, which made her respond with a long deep moan of pain.
The slavegirl's suffering always aroused her and brought out her most cruel yearnings.
“Slavegirl--what is the purpose of a slave's mouth?”
The slave knew the answers, several of them, having been trained to repeat them by rote as well as knowing and practicing their meanings daily. “M-mistress, a slave's mouth must always be ready to give pleasure to her Mistress' body, or the bodies of her friends, whenever and however required.”
“Yes, pig. And what else?”
“A slave must use her mouth to keep her Mistress' body fresh and clean, ready to entertain a lover at all times.”
“Yes, slut. Continue…”
The chained girl shuddered as she continued the litany-- “A slavegirl's mouth must also be ready to lick up and swallow any fluids issuing from her Mistress' pussy--her sweat, the juices of her pussy, the cum of a male lover or the blood of her monthly flow. And if She wishes to use the slave's mouth as a urinal, the slavegirl must gratefully drink down Her piss as well, and clean Her pussy when finished.”
“Very good, slut.”
The girl shuddered at the implications of her own words, the sight of the bowl on the floor telling her that some cruelty was coming soon. Her tortured nipples made her hope it would end soon. Mistress did not disappoint her. As the slave watched, She then squatted down and pissed, leaving an inch of the vile liquid in the bowl.
“Clean me, slut!” The girl shuddered as she leaned forward and began to lick her Mistress' pussy, cleaning away the piss and in short order giving her her first orgasm of the day. She then continued to lick gently, cleaning her once more until all her juices had been lapped up, leaving her immaculate.
She then took the key to the handcuffs and dropped it into the bowl of piss.
“You may release the clamps yourself, girl.”
The slave looked back, puzzled. “M-mistress, my wrists are locked behind my back--i cannot reach the clamps.”
“Indeed they are girl--you'll have to give me the key.”
The girl looked down at the bowl of piss as her Mistress continued.
“Get your face down girl, and slurp up all that nasty piss. Then you may hand me the key with your teeth.”
She moaned as she began to obey, a wave of deep humiliation passing thru her as her lips made contact and she began to breathe in the concentrated odors of the piss. But Mistress wanted her to go further--she pushed her head down deeper until her entire face was in the piss.
“I know you'll have to piss yourself soon, cunt. If you do before you finish your task, you'll have to piss in the bowl yourself.”
It took a couple of minutes, but soon the girl had drunk down every drop. She rose, her face soaked and dripping with piss, the clamps still swinging painfully from her nipples, the key offered in her teeth.
Mistress took the key and unlocked the girl's handcuffs. Being well-trained, she remained in position, her wrists now voluntarily joined at her back, until Mistress granted her permission-- “Go ahead, girl--you may remove the clamps.”
She screamed with the pain as she removed each clamp, then returned her wrists to position joined behind her as she mouthed the required words, “Thank you, Mistress.” She then asked, “May this slave use the bathroom, and shower?”
Mistress paused, then replied, “You may use the bathroom, girl. But what do the rules say about a slavegirl's face when she is soiled?”
The girl's eyes lowered, and she reddened as she recited, “Mistress, when a slavegirl is degraded by having her face soiled, by her Mistress' juices, or the cum of a man, or the piss of a Master or Mistress, she must remained soiled to show her degradation to the world until the following morning.”
“Yes, pig. You may use the toilet, but you will not wash your face. And today, if i have guests, and they ask you who you are, you will respond by telling them, 'i am my Mistress' dirty piss-pig’.”
“Y-yes, Mistress.”
“Further, when you drink today, you will only be allowed to drink piss. And when you are allowed to eat, you will immediately restore the taste to your mouth by drinking down more of my piss.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Another day had started for the slavegirl and her Mistress. And the slavegirl knew this day--as all days--would challenge her training. She breathed in, her nose filled with the strong odor she would be breathing for the next twenty-four hours. She felt the rising arousal in her loins within the locked chastity belt, and knew her Mistress truly owned her, body and soul. She smiled--and obeyed.
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