It had been more than a month since Mistress introduced me to Sir. I didn't understand their relationship, she would spend a night out with him once a week or so and he would come to Mistress's house Saturday evening or Sunday morning most weekends. I honestly didn't know if they were lovers or playmates or something else but as it isn't my business I never asked. Something that I did know very well was that every time Sir came over Mistress asked him to sodomize me brutally. That would have been devastating to my dignity if I had possessed any and it was painful to my body, but I like suffering for Mistress's pleasure. Sir also liked involving me in his play with Mistress. Sometimes he would have her hold my tiny dick in her mouth as he enjoyed her body. Other times he would make me watch as he pleased her far more than I ever could, but his favorite thing was to beat both of us at the same time, preferably with us bound together in some way. Mistress is stronger than I am, so she doesn't groan or whimper like I do. Sir always pointed out what a pussy I am compared to her. I think he thought it denigrated me, the truth is it comforted me and made me feel like things were exactly as they should be.
One Thursday evening just after I had undressed and knelt in front of her to declare my absolute devotion and thank her for allowing me to serve her, she called me to the kitchen table. There were three documents laid out with nothing, but the signature block exposed. Mistress ordered me to sign them. When I asked what they were she her face flashed with anger and she ordered me to put my face to the floor then said, "They are the papers I ordered you to sign you useless piece of crap! Crawl on your belly to the slave bedroom." A belly crawl is slower and harder than it looks but I obeyed immediately, before I had made it out of the living room, she had fetched her quirt and began beating her slaves butt and back as I crawled. I'm not allowed to apologize for a transgression until she gives me permission so all I could do was thank her for beating me.
When we reached the bedroom, she had me kneel then put a small piece of plastic pipe in my mouth. I knew what was coming so I asked, "May I beg Mistress?" Her answer was a sadistic squeeze and twist of both of my nipples at once. Mistress had found something called "bondage tape" a couple of weeks ago. Basically, its some sort of strong plastic that comes on a roll like tape but without the glue. For some reason it sticks to itself very well and hardly at all to anything else. Mistress must have used a whole roll or more just on my head. When she was done, I couldn't see or hear or smell or even open my mouth. It was total sensory deprivation and I could only breath through the tube. She then used her hands to guide me for the rest of my bondage. When she was finished my hands were cuffed, as in steel cuffs, around the leg of the bed, my legs were attached to a spreader bar that held them spread almost painfully wide, the huge punishment plug had been put in my ass with very little lubrication and I was wearing a diaper.
As a laid there feeling my own tears wet my face and make it itch, I remember a minister from my mother's church saying that hell was simply being cut off from gods love. At the time it sounded silly but now that I was laying in the silent dark cut off from Mistress's love I was truly in hell. She left me there for a long time then showed me a trace of mercy by coming in and setting my back on fire with her whip. Compared to the relief that she still cared enough to punish me the pain from the whip seemed trivial. After another long horrible stretch, I suddenly felt my balls being squeezed. When I tried to scream through the pipe, she put her thumb or her palm over it, depriving me of air for maybe 20 seconds. There was one more long wait in the dark then I felt her yanking my diaper off as a prelude to paddling me. To a novice I think paddling sounds like a mild punishment. Trust me, a long hard paddling by an angry woman can be savage and this one was. When she was finished, she smacked the plug still inside me with her hand several times then yanked it out and began removing my bonds. When my ears were uncovered enough to hear she said, "Do not say a word you useless turd. Crawl on your knees to the living room."
I crawled as quickly as I could, morning sun was streaming through the windows which meant I had been in the dark for at least 10 hours, probably 12 or more. When I got to the living room Mistress's old college friend, the first woman I had ever submitted to was standing there waiting. Mistress ordered me to stand, as I did her friend looked at all the marks on my body and asked, "Are you through being mad yet?"
Mistress's leg flew up, kicking me hard in the balls. As I bent over and struggled not to vomit from the pain, I heard her say, "Not even close."
It took almost a minute for me to be able to stand up straight but as soon as I could I spread my legs wide and said, "Again Please" I had to take another breath, "Mistress."
Mistress's friend walked behind me and ran her nails down my back across all the lash marks. I struggled not to scream then struggled to thank her but before I could take in enough breath she said, "That was fun" then did it again. This time I did scream, the muffled kind that don't make the neighbors call 911. Before I could even consider thanking her Mistress landed another solid kick to my testicles. The pain didn't make me want to barf this time but I couldn't keep my feet and wound up curled up on the floor. Mistress's friend asked her question again, "Are you over being mad now?"
A tiny bit of humor crept into her voice, "I'm getting there."
Her friend smiled and said, "I think I can help with that. Crawl to the back yard and lay on your back with your mouth open Dogshit." I don't think I could have made it walking, but crawling wasn't so bad. Once I got there and opened my mouth, I started praying that a bug wouldn't fly into it since I wasn't going to close it until Mistress ordered me to.
They made me wait and wonder for about five minutes then came through the door giggling together. When they got close Mistress asked, "Are you really going to do this?
Mistress's friend smiled widely and replied, "I am and so are you!" I knew what was coming even before she put a foot on each side of my face and lifted her skirt. I closed my eyes but she ordered me to open them, so I had to watch her pussy as she peed on my face. When she was done, she stepped away and said, "Your Turn, I left his mouth mostly empty for you."
Even as she positioned herself Mistress said, "This is totally gross!" That didn't stop her, but it did make her blush and even giggle a little as her stream soaked my face and filled my mouth. I was waiting for her command to swallow but I was spared that indignity when Mistress said, "Spit it out Dogshit, I couldn't enjoy your tongue again if you swallowed it."
I thought that particular punishment was over until I felt her friend touching my dick and heard her say, "Empty your bladder Dogshit." It was very full; I had struggled to keep from wetting my diaper all night and it was amazing that I had been able to hold it when my testicles were kicked. She directed my flow so that I peed on my own face and chest until I was empty.
When it was over Mistress's friend asked the question one more time, "Still mad?" This time Mistress shook her head no then heard, "Works every time!"
