Brandon's Degradation

The M.A.M.A. Initiative - Degradation Day

In the aftermath of the escape attempt, Head Mistress had ordered the interrogation of all male inmates within her M.A.M.A. facility. The interrogations were now completed, and the mistresses were instructed to resume their normal Wednesday schedule, also known as "Degradation Day."

Unfortunately, they still didn't have any leads as to who hacked their mainframe and tried releasing all the inmates. Only four of the inmates actively tried escaping and were being held for further punishment in the facilities subcellar level.

Immediately after their lunch break, Head Mistress and the other mistresses all returned to the subcellar level to check up on the four escapees. Each one was left in their holding cells to suffer while everyone was at lunch. She informed them of the interrogation method using a needle which she administered to all the other males. Now it was time to try it on the four escapees. First, she visited Janice's male Alex. He was left strapped down to a bench being shocked at random intervals by electrodes attached to his testicles, urethra, nipples and anus.

"Ahhh... Ahhh...", screamed Alex as he took a jolt of electricity to his anus.

Janice turned off the machine and noticed his cock was rock hard from the rather unpleasant stimulation.

"It's time to talk Alex," Head Mistress said holding up the large needle.

She grabbed his scrotum and pulled up making the skin nice and tight around his testicles, then slowly brought the needle closer to them. As expected, Alex immediately began pleading for mercy.

"No no no. Please don't!"

"Innocent," said Head Mistress in a disappointed tone. "I'm going to do the same with the others. I want you to begin the punishments procedures for attempting to escape. Starting with his feet."

The most appropriate punishment for an escape attempt is a thorough foot caning. Turning to Alex she said, "your feet will be caned every day for the rest of your time here at M.A.M.A."

Alex, who was still tense from seeing the needle began pleading but Head Mistress ignored him and just she left the room.

She went on to perform the needle interrogation to the other three males. None of them broke to the threat of having a large needle plunged into their testicles. She left the subcellar level extremely frustrated. Now she had to focus her attention elsewhere to uncover who was behind the hacking.

"Hopefully the IT department has some answers by now," she said to herself as she headed back upstairs.

*****

Up on the 2

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floor, Brandon arrived at Jillian's suite. Being there immediately reminded him of how they made him humiliatingly hump a doll and the toilet bowel the day before. Jillian pulled him firmly by the leash on his balls into her bathroom.

"Ok Brandon, we don't have a lot of time with you this afternoon," she said. "You have to spend time with the Head Mistress and attend a Femdom Training Class with Heather."

Brandon's eyes widened. "A femdom training class?" he thought to himself.

"So I urge you to just do as we instruct so we don't have to waste time frying your already aching balls," she added.

Kneeling there in her bathroom, beside her toilet bowl, Brandon knew something "Degrading" was in store for him.

"Since this is your first week you're probably unaware of this," continued Jillian with a smirk. "Our toilets are only cleaned once a week here at M.A.M.A.. And that occurs every Wednesday, a.k.a. Degradation Day."

Brandon began to cringe as he didn't like the thought of what he was expecting to hear her say next.

"You will be cleaning my toilet.... with your tongue," said Jillian with a sadistic grin. "And when you're done, you will clean Heather's toilet."

Brandon's heart sank into his stomach. He looked up at both Jillian and Heather with pleading eyes. He really wanted to find a way out of it, but knew any effort would be futile, and result in a painful shock to his balls. Considering the disgusting task at hand, he instinctually began to beg.

"Please... please...," he pleaded on his knees with his hands together. "I can't.... Please don't make me..."

Jillian without hesitation gave his balls a nice long zap. "Ohhhh... Ohhhh.... Please... Ahhhh....."

"This is something all males here have to do," she said in a stern voice. "It's part of your punishment. You deserve it!"

Heather chimed in with a calmer voice. "It's better than having to lick the public toilets downstairs. Only we use our own toilets."

That didn't really help. Brandon slowly lifted himself and knelt facing the toilet bowl. He cringed as he examined it.

"You will need to lick the seat top and bottom, the rim inside and out, the flush handle, the area between the seat and the tank, the bowl inside and outside, and the floor surrounding the toilet," added Heather.

"That's pretty much everything but the tank," Brandon thought to himself as he wept in disbelief to what he was about to do.

"It's best to start with the flush handle and work your way down," instructed Heather.

Brandon crawled over towards the flush handle and began licking it. He made sure to rub all surfaces with his tongue.

"That's it," said Heather.

Brandon now turned his attention to the seat. He began lapping the entire top surface working his tongue all the way around. All he could think of was Jillian's ass sitting on it. He was technically indirectly licking her ass cheeks. His dick began to swell as he felt a tingle throughout his body.

"Don't forget the part behind the seat," snapped Jillian. "Wait... is that an erection I see."

Both ladies began giggling. Brandon was again aroused at the situation for some reason, and he couldn't hide it.

"If you like it so much maybe we'll let you do the public toilets too," Jillian said grinning.

Brandon felt inclined to chime in. "No mistress. Please... I don't know why it's happening," he said frantically.

Jillian of course had already uncovered Brandon's submissive side. A trait Brandon is slowly beginning to realize himself.

Brandon moved towards the rear of the seat only to see what he feared most... yellowish brownish stains!! They were small droplet size, but it didn't matter. He cringed in disgusted as he licked the area clean.

"Ok, now lift the seat with your mouth and clean the underside," said Jillian. "Do a good job."

Brandon lifted the seat with his lips. Now he could see a few more stain droplets on the seat and the rim. He just cringed and licked every surface till it was all cleaned.

"Now inside the bowl," said Jillian. "Wherever your tongue reaches."

Brandon leaned into the toilet bowl and began licking the surfaces above the water. He was extremely grateful there were no "skid marks" to lick up, but he couldn't help thinking of all the nastiness that has occurred inside this toilet. And now his face is in it. So very degrading.

"Good. Now the outside"

He began licking the outer bowl and came across a droplet stain trailing down the front. Already having accept his fate, he licked it right up. He worked his way lower and lower towards the floor.

"Now do the immediate floor area right around the toilet," commanded Jillian.

Brandon knelt all the way down and began to weep as he licked the tile. He'd been forced to eat off of and lick the floor of the cafeteria a couple times already, but this was much more degrading. There were even dried up pee droplets on the floor. "How does a woman miss the bowl?" he wondered.

"Now the last part. Take the toilet brush with your mouth and scrub the bottom of the bowl," said Jillian.

Brandon reached over to the toilet brush and grabbed the handle with his mouth. He cringed at the thought of all the germs on it. Then began doing his best to brush the lower half of the bowl where the water is retained. When he was done, he put the brush back in its place.

"Now flush the toilet using your mouth and you're done," said Jillian.

Brandon did as he was told. Then Jillian pulled his leash and lead him into her bedroom.

"The next degrading task all males have to perform is shoe cleaning," she said with a grin. Then she opened her bifold closet door to reveal half a dozen used pair of women's shoes.

Brandon cringed again. "Not this again," he thought to himself remembering his shoe licking punishment on Monday for lying about why he was here.

"You have to lick everywhere clean," she continued. "All over inside and out. Even the dirty soles. Wherever your tongue can reach. You got it?"

Brandon nodded his head.

"Now hurry. You have 30 minutes," she said. "That equates to roughly 2.5 minutes per shoe."

Brandon picked up the closest shoe to him. It wasn't too dirty, but not clean either. He closed his eyes and began licking. As he licked, he couldn't help think of how he licked Head Mistresses pussy right before lunch. "What a day," he thought to himself. "I went from licking pussy to licking toilets and dirty shoes."

One after the other Brandon licked all of Jillian's shoes clean. He was sure to remove all stains with his tongue. When he was finished Jillian told Heather to take him to clean her toilet and shoes next. As they made their way to Heather's suite, Brandon started thinking about how low and pathetic his life had become in such a short period of time. Just days ago, he was a free man living a normal life. Then suddenly he's been reduced to a dirty toilet licker. "How could this be?" he thought to himself as he began to weep.

They eventually arrived at Heather's suite, and she guided him to her bathroom. He licked her toilet clean exactly the same way he did Jillian's. Heather's toilet was noticeably cleaner though. When finished, he crawled into her bedroom to lick her shoes clean. But Heather decided to play a game.

"Do you like licking worn shoes Brandon?" asked Heather.

"No mistress," answered Brandon.

"How about we do this?" she said unzipping her spandex suit and turning to show her bare beautiful ass to Brandon. "I'll let you kiss my ass for 1 minute. If you don't get erection, you won't have to lick my shoes. Good deal?"

Brandon was in total awe over her beautiful ass inches from his face. "Um... ok... yea..."

"The clock starts.... Now!" she said.

Brandon leaned in and began smooching all over her creamy bare ass cheeks. He knew he would lose the deal and still have to lick her shoes, but at least he got to kiss Heather's beautiful ass. His dick sprung up faster than a civil rights movement. He savored every second of it. Although ass kissing is technically degrading, it doesn't feel that way when it's the ass of a beautiful goddess like Heather. He could happily kiss her ass until his lips fell off.

When the minute ended Heather pulled away and turned around as she zipped her suit back up.

"Well, you obviously lost," she said giggling and gazing down at his hard cock with a string of precum hanging from it. Then she pointed at the shoe closet for Brandon to get licking.

Brandon began licking her shoes clean with a massive erection. She only had four pair, so it was a little quicker. As he was finishing up, Jillian walked into the suite.

"Ok, that's all we have time for since we are on a fast track today," said Jillian. "Let's get you down to the Head Mistresses office."

They began making their way back downstairs to meet up with the Head Mistress. They entered the elevator.

"I left out a small detail before Brandon," said Jillian in the elevator. "About my toilet."

Brandon curiously looked up at her.

"I'm not the only one that uses it," she said grinning. "My boyfriend also uses it."

Brandon's eyes widened and his face cringed. "Ewwww... gross," he thought to himself and cringing once again. "So I just licked a man's pee droplets on the floor and rim?"

"And I'm pretty sure he also masturbates into it when I'm not around," she added still grinning.

Brandon held back a gag at that last comment. Moments later they arrived at Head Mistresses office. Jose was also there with his mistress; however, Jason and his mistress were not. There were also a couple of guards. Brandon proceeded to kiss all the ladies feet.

"Ok ladies. You may begin preparing the males," said Head Mistress pointing at some contraption in the corner of the room.

The guards grabbed Jose's leash and pulled him towards the contraption. He groaned as his balls were forcefully pulled on. Neither Brandon nor Jose knew what the contraption was for. It looked similar to the Xray body scanners at airport security, only narrower.

"Stand up and get inside male," said one of the guards.

Jose was noticeably nervous but knowing his balls would be shocked, he followed her orders with hesitance. The space inside was snug and it was padded. He didn't have much room to move.

"Put your feet together, and your hands at your side, palms facing your body," she instructed.

He did as he was told. Then with a nervous voice he asked, "Mistress, what is this going to do to me?".

"You'll see in a moment," said the guard as she pushed a button.

The machine turned on and the frame began rotating around him. Suddenly his feet were being wrapped with a thick white plastic film. As the machine rotated the wrap moved higher and higher. Brandon watched in horror. Eventually his legs were completely wrapped, then his torso. The machine stopped wrapping directly under his chin. Jose couldn't move his arms or legs. He was wrapped up very tight.

"Did that answer your question?" said the guard smirking.

Suddenly the sides of the machine contracted as if it was grabbing him, then it tilted forward lowering Jose to the ground. The sides retracted and lifted back up to the parked position.

"Ok, your turn," said the guard looking at Brandon. She grabbed his leash from Heather and began pulling him. Jose was dragged out of the way.

Brandon tried to resist but unfortunately a man can't put up a fight when leashed by his balls. The guard just pulled harder causing Brandon to yelp. It felt like his balls were being torn off. Eventually he gave in and was shoved inside the machine. And a minute later, he was spit out onto the floor completely wrapped in white plastic like a mummy.

The guards immediately turned both Brandon and Jose onto their backs and inserted a ring gag into their mouths.

"What's happening? What are they going to do to us?" Brandon began asking himself. Now that he was ring gagged, he couldn't speak anyway. Only mumble.

"They're all ready for you Head Mistress," said one of the guards.

"Thank you, ladies," Head Mistress said standing up from her chair. "You're dismissed."

The mistresses and guards began walking out. Brandon gave Heather a desperate look as she waked away. "Please don't leave me here like this," he thought to himself. Within seconds the room was empty. Only two wrapped mummies and Head Mistress remained.

"I hope you liked the Mummifier experience," said Head Mistress. "That's what the machine is called. The Mummifier." She let out an audible laugh as she looked down at them.

All Brandon and Jose could do is squirm around on the floor.

"I know you boys had a very long day so far, but it's not over. For the rest of the afternoon, you will be my worms," she said with a sadistic grin.

She walked over and sat on her chair. "Squirm over here and lick my shoes," she said in a stern voice. "Remember, there's still a shocker on your balls."

Brandon and Jose were about 15 feet away from the chair. They began trying to inch their way over by slithering around like worms on the floor. And with the ring gag in their mouth, they also drooled a trail of saliva as they made their way.

Moments later they arrived at Head Mistresses feet at the same time. She had tucked her feet under her chair exposing the soles of her shoes. They each began licking a shoe, sticking their tongues out through the ring gag. Head Mistress continued to do her work. As the worms continued to lick her phone rang.

"Hello," she answered. "Oh yes your excellency. I was expecting your call."

Not being told anything else, the boys continued to lick.

"Correct, all the boys were thoroughly interrogated, however no one admitted to anything. Now I'm not waiting for IT to hopefully shed some light on the situation."

Head Mistress continued to listen.

"Yes sure, we'd love to have you come visit. When can you.... Tomorrow! Ok!" she said in a surprised tone. "Yes. We'll have a suite ready for you."

As Brandon and Jose continued to lick, they also got a whiff of Head Mistresses foot odor. Something Brandon was already familiar with, but not Jose. Head Mistress had suspected Jose of having a foot fetish because he got an erection while watching Brandon sniff her feet on Monday. Brandon had a feeling Jose probably had a hardon trapped under the plastic wrap as they licked her shoes.

"You need a male for a new experiment?" she asked. "What kind of experiment? Oh... interesting. Ok. I'll shortlist a few," she said. The phone call lasted a few more minutes and then she hung up. "Mmm hmm. Ok by now."

Head Mistress moved her feet away from her worm boys and stood up. "Ok, let's put those worm tongues to more use shall we," she said with a grin. "Slither over to the couch now."

Brandon and Jose inched their way over to the couch as instructed. Head Mistress had them lay on their backs along the front edge of the couch. Their heads were close to each other with their feet on opposite ends. She took a seat, kicked off her shoes and rested her stinky feet on their faces. Overwhelmed by the odor, both boys turned their faces away.

"Hold still or I'll fry your balls," shouted Head Mistress.

Brandon slowly turned his face back to her feet. Her feet smelled even worse than when he sniffed them a couple days ago. It was as if she hadn't washed them in a week. Both he and Jose attempted to hold their breaths, but eventually their involuntary bodily functions forced them to take a deep breath and inhale the cheesy stench of her dirty feet in stockings.

"Ugh..." moaned Brandon and Jose simultaneously.

"Hahahaha. Degradation day is my favorite day of the week," she said.

They continued to smell her feet for the next 15 minutes while she read a magazine on the couch. Then suddenly Head Mistress lifted her feet from their faces and removed her stockings. They now lay there with her warm bare feet on their faces. The smell was the same, but now the filth that had accumulated on her feet was more visible.

"Now kiss," she commanded.

Both young men began softly kissing her bare soles. With each kiss they could taste the salty filth from her feet. Still the strong foot odor dominated all their senses.

"Since it's your first week here, you boys are yet unaware of certain things," Head Mistress began explaining. "Many of the mistresses, including myself, don't wash their feet. We have them cleaned by the male inmates usually on Degradation Day and/or during our weekly Femdom Party on Fridays."

Brandon began to cringe. He immediately understood that they will be licking her feet clean.

"It's optional really," she continued. "They can wash their feet anytime, but most of us like to get them as filthy and stinky as possible to make it a truly degrading punishment."

She let the boys kiss her feet for 5 more minutes then decided it was time.

"Now my worms," said Head Mistress. "Lick my feet clean."

With slight hesitation they began licking the soles of her dirty feet. Brandon couldn't help but cringe. With the smell and level of filth, it was worse than licking the toilets.

"Good little worms," she said with a grin.

She moved her feet around to make sure they licked the entire surface and between her toes. Every couple of minutes she would lift each foot to see their progress. As they licked the cheesy smelling filth off, their odor eventually subsided. After about 20 minutes her feet were glistening clean to her liking. She lifted her feet from their faces.