Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2003 20:12:34 +0800
From: D. MacD <the_mac@dbzmail.com>
Subject: The Things People Do, part 2

The Things People Do, Part Two
By MadC

Note: Thanks to all the people who wrote to me about the first part. It was
all greatly appreciated, and I wouldn't have bothered writing this bit
otherwise. Please write again and tell me what you think of the this
installment. I've got some pretty good dieas for the next part, and the
more feedback I get, the more likely I am to get around toi writing them
down. Cheers, the_mac@dbzmail.com

	I must have dozed off, but I don't know how long I was asleep
for. An hour, maybe. When I woke up it took me a long moment to remember
where I was and why. I looked slowly round that strange room, with the
rubber tiles and all the chains and manacles, and then I looked down at my
own naked body. I still felt half-asleep, groggy, unable to think properly.
	The lights in the room brightened slightly, and I looked over to
see her standing at the top of the stairs, watching me. She had changed her
clothes. Maybe she'd changed earlier, but I'd been in too much shock to
notice, I don't know. The first thing I saw now were her shoes, or, rather,
her boots. They were unlike anything I'd ever seen. They went all the way
up to her thighs, and they were made out of shiny black PVC. They also had
massive spiked heels, at least two or three inches. I remember thinking
that they didn't look very practical. Above the top of the boots there was
about an inch of visible skin, slightly tanned and very smooth. She was
also wearing an expensive-looking leather coat, which was buttoned-up. She
looked amazing, slightly scary, but truly beautiful. She smiled at me.
	`Good, you're awake. It's time for dinner. Kneel, please.'
	Almost without thinking, almost automatically, I obeyed. In fact, I
remember noticing this at the time, and being a bit worried by it. Doing as
I was told seemed to be becoming a lot easier, and I wasn't sure that that
was a good thing. I knelt quietly on the rubber flooring, and she walked
over to me, patted me on the head, and re-attached the leash to my
collar. And then we went downstairs.
	Even with my earlier practice, crawling down the stairs on my hands
and knees, pace dictated by tugs on the leash, was pretty tricky, but at
least I wasn't blindfolded this time. We went pretty slowly; I suppose
negotiating the stairs in those huge heels wasn't too easy, either. By the
time we were downstairs I could smell food, delicious-smelling Chinese
food, and when we got to the kitchen I could see a big stack of cartons on
the table. She must have had it delivered while I was asleep. I suddenly
realized I was starving hungry.
	`Do you like Chinese food, Kate?'
	`Yes, Mistress.' Even saying `mistress' all the time was starting
to feel almost natural now. I really did like Chinese food, though. It was
one of the things that me and my sister had as a little ritual, a little
treat. Every couple of weeks we would go and get a take-away from Mr Wing's
round the corner, prawn crackers and lemon chicken and all the usual stuff.
	`Good. Kneel, please.'
	I straightened up from my crawling position and waited, kneeling,
while she opened cartons and put things into bowls. The table was quite
high, and from where I was I couldn't really see what she was doing. I
remember thinking how good the food smelt, and worrying that she might
expect me to be able to eat with chopsticks.
	And then she put a metal bowl down on the floor in front of me. It
was fairly large, with a flattened rim. I think it really was a doggie
bowl. It was full of rice, and different kinds of Chinese food, which
looked as good as it smelt.
	`I hope you like this, Kate. You're probably only familiar with
Cantonese cuisine, but I've always preferred the northern Chinese styles of
cooking.' She paused, looking at me. She was sitting at the table now, a
bowl in front of her, chopsticks in hand. `You may eat now ... but you may
not use your hands. Just your mouth, like a dog. Do you understand?'
	I nodded, mutely, and she smiled at me, and started to eat. She
used the chopsticks very gracefully. I looked at my doggie bowl for a
second. I was so hungry, and the food looked so good. I lowered my face to
the bowl, supporting myself with my hands against the floor, and I started
to eat too. It was easy at first, because the food was so heaped up that I
could just pluck bits off the top with my teeth. It was delicious, much
nicer than Mr Wing's. I glanced up at her sometimes. She was sitting there,
delicately tasting different dishes from the various cartons, not eating
very much, and watching me the whole time, with a slightly amused
expression. She drank what looked like Chinese tea from a little cup with
no handles which she kept refilling from a funny-looking teapot with
flowers and clouds painted on it. After a while she got up and fetched me
another metal bowl, this one filled with water, and got a big glass of
water for herself, too.
	Eating got harder as I got further into the bowl. I had to push my
face right against the top and try to use my lips and tongue to scoop food
into my mouth. I could feel my face becoming covered in sauce. I felt
filthy. I managed to get the last pieces into my mouth, and then I licked
the bowl carefully so as to not leave any bits of rice. When I had finished
I looked up at her, and she laughed.
	`Poor Kate. You've gone and made yourself all dirty. Would you like
some more?'
	I actually felt nice and full now. I shook my head.
	`Well, you should drink some water. We've still got a strenuous
weekend ahead of us, and I don't want you getting dehydrated.'
	I lowered my face to the second metal bowl. At first I tried sort
of sucking the water up, through pursed lips, but that didn't work at
all. After a few moments I figured out that if I was going to get more than
a few drops I was going to have to lap the water up with my tongue, like a
dog. It was messy, water splashing onto the floor and my hair, and running
down my shin onto my bare breasts, but it was pretty effective. Miss
Lessard laughed again as she watched me. When I had finished she stood up.
	`I think it's time for us to go and get you cleaned up, my dear.'
	She took hold of my leash, and I obediently followed her on my
hands and knees, out of the kitchen and up the stairs. When we got to the
little landing halfway up, though, we stopped, and she opened a door. Again
the lights seemed to come on automatically with the door opening. She
unhooked the leash from my collar, and I knelt there and looked around. It
was a bathroom, and it was big. There was a huge tiled bathtub built in,
with a shiny metal shower, and a matching metal sink, and even a metal
toilet, although the seat was made of some dark wood. The floor and walls
were covered in blue tiles of subtly varying shades, and the light came
from half-concealed lamps set high up. No fluorescent overhead strip in
this bathroom, that was for sure. And, finally, one of the blue tiled walls
had a huge mirror set into it, reaching almost from floor to ceiling. She
told me to stand up in front of it, and we stood there together, looking at
my reflection.
	I almost didn't recognize myself. There I stood, completely naked,
except for the studded collar, a thick black line around my neck and
throat. Brown and red sauces were smeared all over my face, on my chin, on
my eyebrows, in my hair. I had flecks of rice sticking to my cheeks. And
somehow a trail of sauce had become smeared onto my left tit. I remember
standing there, looking at myself, and some part of my mind was studying me
in a detached, analytical way. I remember thinking about how vulnerable I
looked, and scared.
	Now, still standing beside me, the two of us still gazing into the
mirror, Miss Lessard started to unbutton her leather coat. As she undid the
last button, and the coat swung open, I couldn't stop an audible gasp from
escaping my lips. Underneath the coat she was wearing ... well, I don't
really know the technical term for it. It might have been a corset, or it
might have been what they call a body. It was made of rubber or PVC, shiny
and black like her boots. Little metal eyelets ran in a line down the
front. The shape was almost like a slightly old-fashioned lady's swimsuit,
except for one thing; there were three openings. Her breasts and her pussy
were exposed, framed with the shiny black material. I stood there with her
beside me, my eyes locked on her reflection.
	Her breasts were the same slightly tanned color as her thighs. She
had large, dark nipples, and her tits looked full and heavy. My gaze
lowered. The material wrapped around the tops of her thighs, but with a
large opening in the middle, exposing her completely. Her pussy was partly
shaved, leaving only a neat little strip of black hair. I saw her
reflection smile as she watched me look at her.
	`Do you like what you see, Kate?' I didn't know how to reply, so I
was silent until she prompted me again. `Kate?'
	`Yes Mistress, I suppose I do.' My voice sounded a bit grudging,
and I was pleased. No point in not being honest though. `You're, uh, you're
very pretty.'
	`Good, I'm pleased about that, since you're about to become very
intimately acquainted with my body. First of all, though, we should get you
nice and clean, and I know a fun way to do it. Sit down.'
	I sat as she directed me, my body at about forty five degrees to
the mirror, my legs splayed out.. She stood very close to me, her feet on
either side of my left knee, her legs slightly bent, her body almost
directly above mine.
	`Do you know what I'm going to do now, Kate?'
	Despite myself, despite the fact that I didn't want to know, I
did. `Yes', I said, but I mumbled it. Not for the first time that day, I
couldn't believe that this was really happening to me.
	`Louder, please'.
	`Yes Mistress, I know.'
	`That's good, Kate, that's very good. Now, there's two
things. While I'm doing it, you will touch yourself, between your
legs. And, right now, before we get started, I want you to beg me to do
it. Do you understand?'
	Yeah, I understood. Actually doing it was another matter, though. I
nodded, and tried to compose myself. She waited calmly, looking at our
reflections. I took a deep breath, squeezed my fists tight together,
relaxed them, closed my eyes, opened them again.
	`Please Mistress, I want you to pee on me.' She nodded
encouragingly, wanting me to continue. `Please pee on me, Mistress, please,
uh, piss on me. Piss on my face'. Our gazes locked in the mirror, and she
just looked at me, slightly quizzically, waiting for me to say it. `Uh,
please pee ... ` I swallowed hard. `Please pee in my mouth, Mistress.'
	She smiled, and patted my hair. `Well done, Kate. Now remember,
you're to play with yourself. And I want you to watch in the mirror.' A
look of concentration came on to her face, and she closed her eyes. There
was a long moment where nothing happened, and I just sat there, looking at
the mirror, biting my top lip, waiting. And then she breathed out sharply,
audibly, and began to pee.
	It splashed onto my hair, first. I watched in the mirror as it
arched out from between her legs, slightly yellow-coloured even as it moved
through the air, and landed on me, bouncing off my hair, running down over
my bare skin. It felt warm, and I could smell it already. I remembered to
put one hand between my legs and start rubbing myself there gently, just as
she opened her eyes. She smiled, watching her pee cascade over my naked
body.
	`Tip your head back, and open your mouth, dear', she murmured. I
obeyed, and she moved her body slightly, directing the flow onto my
face. It hit my cheek, and some ran into my open mouth. It tasted hot,
almost salty, almost sweet. For a second the flow came straight into my
mouth, spilling out, running down my chin, and I had to swallow in order
not to choke. It seemed to go on forever. It was overwhelming; her pee
became all I could taste, all I could smell. She pissed all over me, on my
face, in my mouth, on my tits. It ran down my skin and pooled around me on
the tiles. Eventually it there was one final, juddering spurt, and then it
was over. She stepped back and looked at me, and smiled.
	`You really do look lovely like this. But you've not thanked me for
your little treat.'
	`Thank you, Mistress.' She looked at me questioningly again,
waiting. `Uh, thank you for using me as your toilet.' I couldn't believe
I'd just said that, but it seemed to please her.
	`That's better.' She took a firm grip of my hair, and, fairly
gently, tugged on it, showing me that I was to kneel. She moved to stand in
front of me, her exposed pussy perhaps an inch from my face. I could see
shiny drops of pee still clinging to her. `Now, I think it's time for you
to have a little lesson in how to please your mistress.'
	And for what must have been about twenty minutes she guided me as I
licked and tongued her. She kept one hand resting on my head, fingers
loosely intertwined with my hair as she instructed and directed me. I could
feel the pee on my body drying and becoming sticky. I was still, I think,
in a state of shock from what had just happened; it hardly seemed weird to
have my tongue inside someone's cunt. The hard tiles hurt my shins and my
knees, and after a while my tongue started to feel tired. I got a crick in
my neck, too. To begin with she just tasted of pee, but after a while
another, different taste and smell came through, thicker, muskier. She
tasted the way she felt, warm and sticky, almost cloying. Eventually her
breathing quickened, and she swore twice, and tugged hard on my hair,
pulling my face into her, pushing herself into me as she came.
	For a moment after that we were both quiet, her standing, me
kneeling. Then she knelt down and kissed me lightly on the forehead.
	`You did very well, Kate. In fact, you've done very well all day. I
knew you would. The very first time I saw you I knew that you were strong
and brave enough to make a wonderful little slave.' I really didn't know
whether to feel pleased by that or not. `As a reward I'm going to give you
some time by yourself, to get nice and clean. There are towels in that
cupboard, and I want you to feel free to use any of the shampoos and soaps
and creams, anything you want, okay?' She pointed to a little clock on the
shelf beside the sink. `I want you to come upstairs in forty minutes'. She
kissed me again, on the cheek this time, and left.
	The door had a little latch on it, and I locked it. I knew it
didn't make any difference, but it still made me feel a little
better. Forty minutes, all to myself. I got the shower hose, and used it to
clean the floor a bit. The tiles were slightly sloped, leading to a little
plughole set into the corner, and so it was pretty easy to quickly wash
most of her pee away. I sat on the toilet and peed, and then had a shower
myself. It was a great shower. You could make the water go really hot, and
the water pressure was so good that if you wanted you could make it feel
like needles, make it feel almost like it was scouring your skin away. By
the time I was finished my skin felt red and raw, and I almost felt
clean. Almost, but not quite. I still had twenty five minutes left, so I
ran a bath, and poured in about five or six different kinds of bath
foam. When I stopped running the water there was a huge mound of bubbles,
almost spilling out of the tub, and the room smelt like a cross between a
jungle and the perfume section of a department store. I stepped in, and let
my body sink down into the bubbles and the water, closing my eyes. I'd been
frightened that I might fall asleep and miss my deadline, but I didn't
really feel sleepy. I felt sort of wired, the way you do sometimes when
you're really tired.
	I was out of the bath and dry with two minutes to go. The towels
were huge and fluffy and soft. I didn't have any clothes to put on, and my
collar had of course stayed on the whole time, so, with one last look
around my temporary sanctuary, I stepped out and walked upstairs. The
lights in the bathroom went out automatically a second after I left. I felt
clean, but light, almost empty, as if my bath had hollowed me out.
	She was upstairs when I got there, sitting on the bed, leafing
through a book. There was music playing, though I couldn't see the
speakers. It was classical music, lots of strings, but I think it must have
been modern, experimental. Some bits were very quiet and soothing, and then
it would suddenly become harsh and discordant. I didn't like it very
much. She smiled at me.
	`There you are. Did you have a nice bath?' She stood up. `I thought
we'd play for a little bit longer before bedtime.'
	In the big space in the middle of the room she had set up a kind of
metal frame. It was about waist height, with a sort of padded dip in the
middle of the top bar, and legs extending on either side to keep it
stable. She gestured me over, and showed me how to bend over it, my waist
supported by the dipped bit. It was quite high for me; it forced me onto my
tiptoes. She put little leather and metal manacles around each of my
ankles, and chained them to the bottom of the frame, and then did the same
to my hands on the other side. Now I was trapped there, bent almost double,
my legs spread wide, my bottom high in the air.
	`Oh yes, we can have lots of fun this way.' She ran a fingernail
lightly along my back and down between my slightly parted bum cheeks, and
an involuntary shudder ran through me. She tapped her finger against my
puckered hole, as if testing the resistance, and then moved her hand down
to my pussy. Gently she traced her fingertips over me, in little circles,
occasionally stopping to stroke the tops of my thighs. She took her time,
going very slowly, sometimes taking her hand away altogether, making me
wait for the next touch, making me guess where it might come. In a way it
was almost unbearable, but in another way it was really rather
nice. Eventually she stopped, and moved away behind me. My body, more than
my mind, felt expectant. It was like my skin was hungry, waiting for more
physical contact, of whatever kind.
	`You're very wet down there, did you know that?' She was back,
standing in front of me. With my head forced down the way it was, I could
only really see her legs. `I love girls who juice up nice and quickly.' She
put a kind of case down on the ground, where I could see it. It was like a
drawer, really. I guess she probably had a rack full of them. Inside it,
set into a nice moulded lining, was a selection of dildos, all black, all
looking absolutely huge to me.
	`Have you ever had a cock inside you, Kate?'
	Strangely, given that I was naked and spreadeagled, and about to
have my body violated once again, I actually felt embarrassed by the
question. I shook my head.
	`Well, don't worry. In the right hands these can be a lot better
than a real cock. And you don't need to fret, I'll break you in nice and
gently. I don't want to hurt my precious little slave. Not too much,
anyway.'
	She selected a dildo from the box. It was quite long, horrifyingly
to my eyes, but it was at least fairly slim, not really much thicker than a
tube of lipstick. The same width as two of my fingers pushed tight
together, perhaps. She knelt down, and held it to my mouth, and I let her
slide it between my lips. Thankfully she didn't try to force too much in.
I sucked on it as best as I could from that position, and after a moment
she tugged it out, stood up, and walked behind me. All my nerves felt like
they were on fire. She let me wait, let me wait until I thought I was going
to burst with anticipation and dread, and then I felt the rounded tip
pushing, gently but insistently, against my lips. I suppose I must have
been pretty damp down there, like she said, because it seemed to slide in
fairly easily. She put perhaps an inch in, and then let it sit there,
letting me get used to the feeling of having my body penetrated and
filled. Then she pulled it out a little, not all the way, and slid it in
further, and then again, and again. The third time it felt like it could go
no further, like it was bumping against my insides, and then she slid it
out, and in again, even further, making me gasp. She kept going, speeding
up a little, putting a little more force in it, but maintaining a
rhythm. It hurt a little, especially at the end of each thrust, but I could
also feel this warm feeling spreading through me, and found myself
anticipating each thrust and withdrawal. She kept it up for perhaps five
minutes, and then pulled it out, and walked around to stand in front of
me. She knelt and again put the dildo to my lips. This time I could see it
shining, glinting with my own moisture. I sucked the tip, and licked the
sides, tasting myself. She put it back in the case, and I found myself
wondering if she cleaned them between uses, and who else she had used them
on. She seemed to ponder for a while, and then selected another one. It was
shorter, but an awful lot fatter, with little curved ridges running down it
in spirals. It was probably a little bit thicker than the top of a bottle
of beer. The width of a little tube of hair-spray, maybe. Again I had to
suck it, and then she moved behind me. This time it hurt as it went in. It
really felt like it was stretching me, and I felt a bit scared. She got the
tip in, and held it there, softly stroking my back, soothing me, and then
she suddenly pushed it in hard, as far as she could. I screamed. For a
second I was sure she'd really hurt me, hurt my insides. It felt like I was
totally stretched, filled to bursting. My whole body suddenly felt chilled,
freezing, and my limbs felt numb. Even breathing seemed hard. She let it
stay there for a long time, and stroked my sides softly, and lowered her
face to my skin, and gently kissed me. Eventually I started to feel warmer,
more normal, and it didn't feel quite so terribly huge inside me, and she
started to move it, slowly, carefully, sliding it in and out, just a little
bit at first, and then more. She moved her other hand between my legs, too,
and started to caress me as she slid the thick shaft in and out of me, the
ridges massaging my flesh. She found my clit with a fingertip and started
to stroke and prod it as she began to fuck me faster. Waves of warmth
surged through me, I couldn't think coherently. My brain, in fact my whole
body, felt like I was melting. Finally I came, moaning.
	She pulled the dildo out in one smooth motion as I was still
coming, and stroked my back with her hand, soothing me as my breathing
subsided and my body stilled. After a little while she went and collected
the case of dildos and moved off behind me again. I felt totally drained,
exhausted. But she was back, standing in front of me, with another case.
	`That's one of your lovely little holes seen to, Kate. Now it's
time for the other one.'
	She showed me the case. It was another lot of what looked like
dildos, except this time they were mostly smaller, and made out of what
looked like plastic, instead of heavy latex like the earlier ones. They
were all brightly coloured, reds and purples, and what with all their
little bumps and bulges, I remember thinking they looked like the set from
some bad 60's sci-fi film. There was a little tube in there, too, and she
picked this up and moved behind me. There was a pause, and then I felt her
finger, slick and cold with lubricant, rubbing in a little circle around my
asshole. I gasped with surprise, and then again as her finger slipped
inside me. She wriggled it a little bit, and then pulled it out, with a
slight plopping sound. A second later it was back, with more lube, pushing
around inside me, greasing me up.
	She moved back in front of me, and let me smell her finger, but
didn't, to my relief, make me lick it this time. It mostly smelt of
slightly scented lube, with an earthier scent hidden below it. She chose
the smallest toy from the case. It was a light purple colour, about the
same thickness as my index finger, but only a couple of inches long, with a
slight curve. She walked slowly behind me again, and after a second of
anticipation I felt it pushing against me. There was a moment of
resistance, and then it popped inside, and immediately seemed to be
swallowed up; I felt like it was deep inside me. It hurt a little bit, but
not nearly as badly as the thick dildo in my pussy had earlier; again, I
mostly just felt strangely full. She started to carefully work it around,
sliding it in and out very gently, before very slowly tugging it all the
way out. That was the strangest part. It seemed to take ages, and felt
almost like having a poo, except I wasn't doing anything. It was almost a
nice feeling, and almost a horrible one, all at the same time. She moved
back around, and squatted down, so I could see her, and very deliberately,
eyes locked on mine, she licked the tip of the dildo. I swallowed hard.
	`Delicious.' She replaced it, and, after careful deliberation,
chose another. This one was longer, perhaps six or seven inches, shaped as
a series of undulating curves, getting wider towards the base. While I was
watching she carefully rubbed lube all over it, and then disappeared behind
me again. The first touch I felt, however, was her hand, caressing me
between my legs. I couldn't stop a sigh from escaping my lips as she
trailed her fingers over my thighs and my pussy lips, which felt very
sensitive, almost swollen. After a minute or so I felt her other hand
investigating my asshole, presumably checking that I was still sufficiently
lubricated. Apparently she was satisfied, for now I felt the tip of the new
toy pressing insistently against my opening, even as she continued to
gently stroke my cunt with her other hand. Again there was a moment of
resistance, and then it seemed almost to be pulled into me. It came very
smoothly at first, and then suddenly it felt huge. I was sure I could feel
it pressing against my insides, with nowhere to go, and the larger bumps
nearer the base seemed to be stretching my asshole incredibly tightly. I
let out a sharp breath. She patted my bottom, never ceasing her
ministrations to my pussy with her other hand.
	`Shh, it's okay, you can do it.' She pulled it out a little, and
then back in. It hurt, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. It
reminded me of when I'd been on school camp a few years before, and I
hadn't had a poo for almost three days, because the toilets there were so
disgusting. When I'd got home again, after I'd hugged my sister, the first
thing I had done had been to go straight to the bathroom. Having a shit
then had felt almost like this, though it had taken more effort; it had
been the same tight, full feeling, the same stinging sensation that made my
eyes tear up. However, on both occasions, hidden beneath the slight pain,
there had been an almost pleasurable sensation, and as she continued to
move the curvy shaft in and out of me that sensation got stronger and
stronger. Her clever fingers between my legs definitely helped, too. She
must have sensed that I was becoming more comfortable, because suddenly I
heard a little clicking sound, and the dildo began to vibrate inside me. If
I had been standing up, rather than being mostly suspended as I was, I'm
sure that I would have collapsed right then. My whole body seemed to go
incredibly weak and distant and tingly. I think I was about to come again
when, without warning, she turned the vibrator off and removed her hand
from between my legs.
	`I've been very soft on you so far, Kate, but I'm going to get a
little bit stricter now. As my slave, you may not come without my express
permission. Do you understand me?'
	My whole body felt aflame, my nerves sparking. `Yes Mistress, I
understand'. I would have said almost anything right then, I think. I just
wanted to be allowed to climax. She pulled the vibrator out from me,
quickly, not allowing me to savour that funny feeling, and then unlocked my
cuffs. She helped me to stand up and walk to the bed. My legs and arms felt
numb and slightly sore. She told me to lie down, and briskly rubbed my
limbs, getting the blood moving again. It was efficient, but not
sensual. The she lay down beside me on the bed.
	`My turn now. Use your mouth on my nipples, please.'
	I obeyed. Actually, now that I was feeling fairly aroused, I almost
enjoyed it. I found that I quite liked moving my lips and tongue over her
large, hard nipples, working out from the changing sounds her breath made
what she liked most. Once or twice I managed to make her moan softly, and
felt very pleased with myself. After a while she grunted, and told me to do
her cunt next. She was slightly out of breath, and her voice sounded a bit
funny. I moved down, and lowered my face between her legs. Again there was
that strong musky scent, which I still wasn't sure if I liked. I kissed and
licked her thighs and mound and lips, trying to remember the things she'd
told me to do earlier, and then let my tongue slip, slightly curled up,
inside her. I wanted to touch myself, but didn't dare. She moaned, and
swore twice, quite loudly. I saw her fingers clench at the bedspread,
relax, and then tighten again, and she came, moaning. My lips and face felt
wet and sticky, and I could still taste her.
	We lay quietly on the bed for a moment, and then she looked at me,
her expression hard to read.
	`Well, Kate, you look to me like you're still all aroused.' She
tilted her head to one side, watching me. `Are you still horny, little
Kate?'
	I lowered my eyes, unable to meet her gaze, and mumbled. `Yes,
Mistress.'
	`Louder.'
	`Yes, Mistress, I'm still horny.'
	She watched me for a few seconds more. `Perhaps we can do something
about that. But you're going to have to beg me again. Or, if you would
prefer, we can call it a night.'
	A choice. She was giving me a choice. After an afternoon an evening
of orders, of commands, I finally had brief moment of autonomy. Of course,
my nerves still felt aflame, my body still ached for some kind of
satisfaction. Really, I had no choice at all, and I guess that she knew
it. Still, I paused for as long as I thought I could. Somehow this felt
more humiliating than just taking orders.
	`Please Mistress, please, uh, make me come.' I looked at her,
searching for some sign that I was saying the right thing, but her
expression was still blank, unreadable. `Please fuck me Mistress.' Again I
could hardly believe that I'd just said it, but I could feel that warmth
growing between my legs again as I spoke. `Please use my cunt, and, uh, my
asshole, Mistress, please make me come.' She nodded.
	`Very well. Lie on your back, knees up, feet on either side of your
bottom. Yes, like that.'
	She stood up, and moved off to one side of the room. I closed my
eyes. I couldn't believe I had actually asked for this. What was wrong with
me? I wasn't enjoying myself, was I? I didn't like the things she was doing
to me, the things she made me do? I thought about earlier, being forced to
expose myself, being used as a toilet. I certainly hadn't enjoyed
that. Nah, don't worry about it, I told myself. You're just making the best
of a bad situation.
	She came back, carrying a large black dildo and what looked like a
chain of little blue balls, starting small and getting larger, with a loop
at the bottom. She put her hands on my hips and tugged me forward, so that
my bottom was almost sticking over the edge of the bed. I waited to feel
her mouth on my cunt; instead, there was a long moment of nothing, and
suddenly I felt her tongue on my asshole, strong and warm and wet, probing
me, licking, pushing, forcing it's way inside. I could hear my breathing,
loud, ragged-sounding. Her tongue wriggled, and I moaned, I couldn't help
it. Finally the tongue withdrew, swiping one last time across my puckered
entrance.
	`What a delicious and receptive bottom you have, Kate.'
	Now I heard a buzzing sound, just as she gently pressed the tip of
the large black vibrator against my mound, sending a shiver through me. She
slowly started to trace it over me, over my legs and between them, teasing
me. At the same time I felt the smallest of the blue balls pressing against
my asshole, gradually squeezing in. It felt slightly soft and squishy. She
started to circle the vibrator tip against my cuntlips as she worked the
second ball into my ass. My eyes were squeezed tight-shut. As the third and
fourth balls went in she found my clit with the vibrator, and I moaned
again. My ass felt totally full now, and I could feel the spheres inside
me, moving and jiggling with every little movement I made. She pushed the
vibrator inside me, smoothly, making me grunt, and then she must have
changed the settings. It started to vibrate much faster and harder, feeling
like it was sending shocks through my whole body. And then she tugged on
the chain of balls, pulling them out of my ass, one at a time, and I came
again. This time I think I probably screamed.
	I wasn't totally conscious of anything for a little while after
that. I was vaguely aware of her moving about, putting things away, getting
things, but I didn't pay much attention. It was all I could do to lie
still, my eyes closed. She touched my arm.
	`Time for bed. You will sleep on the floor.'
	She clipped a long chain to my collar, and attached it to a bolt on
a nearby pillar. She had put a pillow and a big, soft-looking fleecey duvet
on the floor to one side of the bed, and I lay down there. It was actually
quite comfortable, and the chain was long enough to not feel too
constraining. Of course, I was so tired by then that I could probably have
slept upside down in a cave of bats. My face was still sticky with the
juice from her cunt, and my pussy and my bottom felt strange, tired and a
bit sore. She went downstairs for a little while, probably to use the
bathroom, and by the time she came back I was almost asleep. She turned the
music off, and the lights, and got into bed.
		The last thing I remember that night was her voice. `Sleep
well, Kate. We're going to have a tiring day again tomorrow, with lots of
fun adventures. I want to go out and show my little slave off to everyone.'
And then sleep claimed me.