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Peter lay flat on his back on a bed wrapped in plastic, staring out of a small barred window in the corner, numb in his mind. He was wearing only a pair of dirty underwear, and the dank basement smelled like moldy shit.
The hour hand on the old wall clock was already pointing to five and Mistress was about to return, Peter thought to himself. Unconsciously, his cock throbbed a few times in his sticky panties.
Peter jumped off the bed and pulled out a dog food bowl full of fresh water under the bed. He drank a little and jumped back on the bed. It was ten minutes past five and Mistress would be home soon.
Peter grew up constantly fantasizing about being mentally and sexually abused by women. He had a normal childhood, a normal family, a normal education, a normal job. But no matter what he could not change his sexual orientation. He occasionally asked normal girls out and had proper sex, but always felt that something was missing in his life. Six months ago Peter met Mistress through a personal ad in one of the city’s underground tabloids. Three months ago he decided to give up his freedom completely, quit his clerical job, moved to the basement of Mistress’s house in Lincoln, and became a full-time sex slave. If you ask Peter if he regrets it, he doesn’t know how to answer you, because he has been all but completely numbed and lost the spirituality of a free man. The day he decided to give up all pretenses to fulfill his sexual desires and satisfy his eccentricities, he had decided to erase all his past. Now he was just a sex slave to his Mistress, without thoughts or dreams.
Five thirty-five.
The sound of a door opening and closing came from upstairs, followed by the sound of footsteps in stilettos on the stairs. Peter hurriedly jumped out of bed and knelt like a dog by the door. There was the sound of a lock being opened, followed by the figure of the mistress appearing in the doorway.
Peter’s Mistress is a secretary in a large public office, and spends her days bucking the corporate world and putting up with it in order to make ends meet. But like Peter, she grew up with frequent sexual fantasies about BDSM, the difference being that she liked to abuse men. She didn’t want a normal relationship or marriage at all, he had always fantasized about having a slave all to herself. Six months ago, she had celebrated her twenty-eighth birthday, and seeing the light wrinkles around her eyes in the mirror, she had decided to stop living her life passively, she had decided to do what she wanted to do, and so she had placed a chapter of a personal advertisement in one of the underground tabloids in a major metropolitan city in the province of Lincoln.
On the fifth day of the advertisement, a twenty-three year old man named Peter called… The hostess was about five foot eight, one hundred and thirty pounds. She had a red, slightly curved shawl. Green eyes, long eyelashes. Not particularly large in the front, but even enough. Lower body was completely shaved of pubic hair, with only some reddish fuzz very close to the labia. Personally, Peter liked women with no hair on their lower bodies, but of course, even if Mistress did have hair he could only think about it himself.
Mistress walked into the basement, closed the door back behind her, locked it, and walked over to the bed and sat down, never looking at Peter. Mistress rubbed her eyes with both hands, looking tired from her day’s work. Peter crawled to her feet and did not say a word. He was not allowed to say anything without his mistress’s permission, and Peter certainly knew the rules.
Mistress turned on the TV and slowly ate the tacos she had bought on her way home from work, ignoring Peter. Occasionally, Mistress spit the food in her mouth onto the bed and Peter picked it up and ate it without a word. After half an hour or so, Mistress wiped her mouth and closed the TV.
Peter knew the time had come to serve his mistress.
“Get into bed.” Mistress said coldly.
Peter climbed onto the bed and faced his Mistress, kneeling in front of her, his cock already starting to get hard.
Mistress removed her tunic and hung it carefully by the door. Then walked over to Peter in his underwear.
She looked at Peter and then without warning looked at Peter and spat in his face. The sticky spit ran down Peter’s face and onto the plastic-covered bed.
Mistress also climbed onto the bed and removed her panties. She got down on the bed and lifted her asshole up.
“Lick me clean!” Mistress commanded.
Peter hurriedly turned around and knelt facing Mistress’s asshole. Today it looked as if Mistress’s asshole had not been wiped after her poop, and the dried poop was smeared around Mistress’s pink asshole. Mistress often purposely didn’t bathe or wipe her ass. Peter lowered his head and buried his face in the groove of Mistress’s ass and then started cleaning Mistress’s asshole with his tongue. Peter ate Mistress’ poop almost every day and was naturally familiar with the slightly bitter taste. He first diluted Mistress’s already dry poop with his saliva, then bit by bit, he carefully licked and swallowed the poop water. Mistress lay on her back and closed her eyes.
Once Peter had licked all the unwiped poop off, he began to probe deeper into Mistress’s asshole with his tongue. There was a little bit of a smelly, yet incredibly sexy taste in Mistress’s asshole. Peter felt his cock getting harder and harder, and finally couldn’t resist taking his glans and rubbing it gently against the side of Mistress’s asshole.
“Jerk!” Mistress felt her asshole feel wrong and turned to scold Peter. “Who told you to stab me in the ass with your dirty cock? You shit-eating asshole!”
“Mistress, I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” said Peter fearfully.
“Shut up!” Mistress bellowed. “Get on your knees!”
On weekdays, Mistress is not this grumpy. Looks like she had a bad day at work and came home to take it out on the slaves.
“Smack yourself in the mouth and stop again when I tell you to stop!” Mistress ordered.
Peter was firing off shots left and right, knotting himself up and punching himself in the face.
Almost two minutes later, Mistress ordered him to stop.
Mistress sat down against the bed and spread her legs apart.
“Get over here and lick me!” Then turned on the TV and let Peter suck her off while watching the program on TV.
Peter crawled up to Mistress and began to lick her for . Mistress’s It was so tight that she had to be wrenched in order to split it. The outside pussy lips were covered with unwiped urine stains, and naturally Peter didn’t argue and licked with all his heart. The TV was on some kind of drama, and Mistress giggled from time to time. Sometimes she laughed so hard that some urine came out of her. Peter’s cock was so hard that it was ready to explode, but he didn’t dare to do anything without his Mistress’s permission.
Half an hour later, the drama on the TV was over. The hostess closed the TV and kicked Peter’s head away slightly with her foot.
“Come here, I need to take a leak right now, come over here and use me as a toilet!”
Peter naturally knew what this meant. Mistress loved to play with shit and piss, and Peter ate Mistress’s poop almost every day. It was a little hard to swallow at first, but after a while, he got used to it. Even, sometimes when he was lying in the basement, he still missed his mistress’s poop.
Peter lay flat on his back, and Mistress squatted over his head and aimed her mouth at his. A moment later, golden yellow urine split into two streams and poured down from her pussy. Peter licked the column of urine, and the top salty stream flowed into his mouth. Then Mistress moved forward slightly and aimed her asshole at her own piss-stained mouth.
“Speak.” Mistress commanded.
Peter was to plead and give thanks before he ate his mistress’s poop.
“Please Mistress, reward me with your fragrant poo, I beg you, I beg you.”
Mistress fiddled with Peter’s cock with her hand while her abdomen pushed outward to push the half-held poop.
Mistress suddenly let out a huge fart and Peter immediately wrapped his mouth completely around Mistress’s asshole, the fart stench emanating around Peter’s face. Mistress’s asshole began to open up in the useless mouth and then a yellow turd came from the top onto Peter’s tongue.
“Break it off with a bite for me!” Mistress ordered.
Once the poop was bitten off, the odor became even more intense. Peter had just bitten off a knot of more poop into his mouth again, today Mistress had an unusually large amount of poop and was pooping so fast that Peter couldn’t keep up for a while.
“You asshole toilet, won’t you spit it out if you can’t eat it for a while?”
Peter spat the poop out of his mouth and smeared it on Mistress’s tits and his own cock. Mistress’s ass bucked and pulled out some more slightly finer but softer golden colored poop. The bitter taste filled Peter’s mouth. He raised his head and stirred the hanging poop with his tongue in Mistress’s asshole. Mistress began to piss into Peter’s mouth again, turning all the semi-dry poop into semi-liquid.
“Drink it!”
Peter took a big gulp of his Mistress’s shit and piss water and in a moment had felt his stomach rise. The thought that his stomach was full of Mistress’s noble shit made his poop-covered cock stiffen a few more times.
“Now lick all the poop off my ass and don’t let me catch you cutting corners.” Mistress lifted her ass up slightly so that Peter would have more room to work some.
Peter took Mistress’s snow white ankles in both hands and raised his head and began to delicately clean the poop from Mistress’s ass. Mistress continued to squat and let Peter lick it for a while, then simply lay down on Peter’s stomach. The poop rubbed and pulled up sticky poop strands between the two bodies, and all of a sudden Mistress was turned on as well.
Mistress began to take Peter’s cock into her mouth, with her own bitter poop hanging from it. The basement was so hot that the smell of urine, shit and sweat mixed and evaporated. Mistress sucked Peter’s cock up and down in her mouth, occasionally flicking her tongue over the poop-covered head.
Mistress rarely sucked her own cock and Peter found it exciting. He didn’t dare to be lazy and carefully licked the shit from Mistress’s ass then swallowed it. Mistress’s was so wet that from time to time love juice dripped down onto Peter’s chin.
After a round of work, Peter couldn’t hold back any longer and began to cum furiously for a while. Mistress took the cum in her mouth, but didn’t swallow it. Then she opened her mouth and poked Peter’s softening cock deep into her mouth a few times. She stood up, turned around, and then with a sudden “wow” she vomited in Peter’s face as he lay on the bed. The half-digested dinner, Peter’s own semen and shit fell like a waterfall on Peter’s face and body.
Mistress wiped her mouth and put her right foot on Peter’s forehead then let the piss run down her leg and onto the filth on Peter’s face.
Mistress got out of bed and began to pick up her body with one of Peter’s blankets.
“That’s it for tonight. You’re not allowed to clean up tonight, so you’ll sleep in my poop. I’ll watch you lick the whole bed clean and eat it before I go to work tomorrow.” With that said the blanket was thrown at Peter’s feet.
The hostess turned the heat up to thirty degrees and went upstairs.
Peter rolled over in the filth of the bed and took a deep breath. He ran his hands over the bed, a smile on his face as he fantasized about how his Mistress had just abused him.
Tomorrow… a new day.