Breaing in the New Slave

I wake, and can still taste Master's piss in the back of my throat. I glug down a pint of water from the bedside table, which I immediately realise was a mistake, as I burp, and the stench only gets worse.

Master usually allows me to wash and brush my teeth before bed, but then almost always makes me drink his final piss of the day just before leashing me to the bed to sleep.

He is rock hard, as he usually is before he wakes. I stare at the hairs on his wrinkled balls, and listen to the dawn chorus of his snoring.

I have dedicated my life to serving this great man. I did so before I had even met him. The rules of my servitude were established by email, and when I first arrived at his doorstep, six months ago, I wore exactly what was prescribed, down to the butt plug and ball gag that he had me purchase with my final pay check.

Master now pays for everything. Though I did not accept this role in order to escape the world of work, I was grateful for the side-effect. He is a very rich man, a good man and a successful one.

I asked him once if he would let me earn myself, not with my intellect, as I had been, but with my body. He found other rich men online. They came to the house, used and abused me, pissed on me, fucked me and filmed me, and then paid Master in cash as they left. With the money he bought me a fucking machine, a large piston-led dildo, that he leaves me tied to for hours on end. He asked if I wanted to earn more money, which he would use to buy another fucking machine for my face. I said yes: hopefully he is still arranging this.

The clock lets out a small beep at the stroke of eight, enough to alert me, but not to wake Master. I place my lips around his cock and begin what he calls his 'alarm'. For a few minutes, as it hits the back of my throat, he begins to wake. I feel his hands on the back of my head, pushing me further and further down. I always try my best to open up my throat before this, covering him with enough of my spit, and getting the right angle. If I do not, then this can be quite painful.

Master has incredible stamina, lasting sometimes for hours, and a singular fuck regularly includes my cunt, arse and mouth, several times each. I dislike tasting my own shit on his cock, but prefer it to the thought of it immediately entering my cunt. In the mornings, however, I usually just blow him, and eventually I feel him finish in my mouth, followed by the familiar sensation of piss protruding from his slowly softening cock.

I swallow a couple of mouthfuls, but keep the last in my mouth, knowing how he likes me to dribble it down my body, drying on my skin for me to wear for the day. He calls it my piss suit, and once it has dried he likes me to make me lick myself.

I am a very flexible slave these days, and thin too, from the frugal diet he enforces, and various forms of unorthodox exercise.

'We will have a visitor latter, slave.'

I nod, my mouth still full of piss, my cheeks bulging out, and the occasional drip escaping my lips, rolling down my chin and onto my unnaturally massive tits, another present from Master.

Please God, I think, let it be more men for me to prostitute myself to, or women, anything really that I can fuck to earn a mechanical throat-fucker.

'She is eighteen, flat-chested, and, apparently, a virgin. You are to teach her the ways of the house, and, unfortunately, she will sleep in the bed from now on. We will make you a kennel of some sort.'

Another slave, I think, am I not enough? I try so hard to do everything as he wishes. Maybe my cunt is not tight enough, despite the various muscular movements that I've learnt online. There is nothing that I won't do. When we emailed I had no-nos, but these days I do just anything he asks.

'Swallow, slave, don't want you too dirty for our guest.'

I swallow, weirdly saddened that I shan't be wearing a piss suit today. I used to wear clothes, sometimes, demeaning ones that he would buy for me, or make for me. But he decided complete nakedness was better.

'Sir, is she a slave like me?'

'She is, or will be soon.'

'Am I not enough for you anymore?'

I am almost crying at the thought of having to share this wonderful man with another.

'I merely decided that there were more possibilities with two. Believe me, if I could have you in two bodies I'd much prefer it. But I can't.'

'Thank you, sir, for such nice words. Is there anything else that you need?'

'What time is it?'

'Almost nine, sir.'

'Then there isn't time for anything else. She will be here at half-past, and I must shower. Go and make the usual for breakfast.'

'Yes, sir. First, please may I use the bucket, sir?'

'You may.'

As I get out bed Master spanks me hard of the arse, for which I thank him. In the corner of the room I squat over the bucket, piss a little, and then shit. As not instructed to do anything else, I go downstairs and start breakfast.

At eight thirty-two there is a ring at the door. Master asks me to go answer it, and follows me to the door.

'I said Eight-Thirty', he bellows before she even has chance to speak. The girl, remarkably, is naked. How on earth she made it here so, I have no idea.

'I'm sorry, there was traffic.'

'Not good enough. There is a shit in a bucket upstairs, give me one good reason why I shouldn't order you to go and eat it, right now?'

'I'm sorry, sir, it won't happen again --'

'How could it? You will never leave this house again.'

'I shan't do anything wrong again, sir, I promise. And I will go and eat that turd immediately if you want.'

'Shit! It's a shit. A large brown shit. Say it'

'Shit. I will go and eat that shit right now, if you ask me to. The large brown shit.'

'Come in.'

'Thank you, sir.'

The girl has not, at any point, looked at me, though I presume she has seen me.

'This is my slave. She has been in my service for several months. And she is going to teach you the ropes here. I will not, as yet, be using your cunt. I wish to save that treat for some time in the future. But when I use this things's' -- he kicks me, by way of gesture -- 'you will clean us both up afterwards.'

'Yes, sir.'

'Have you ever tasted sperm before.'

'No, sir.'

'Or cunt?'

'Once, sir, at school. It was an all-girls boarding school. One of the girls made me her servant, homework, housework, cooking and stuff. And once, she got a little drunk and made me eat her out. I don't think she enjoyed it much, but I did.'

'Good. I like that story. Do you like that story, slave?'

'I do,' I say, 'I'd very much like her to eat me out one day.'

This, I realise, was impertinent of me to say, and for it I am slapped, hard across the face.

'Sorry, sir.'

'What a fucking disgrace. I told you to be on your best behaviour for the new recruit.'

'I'm really sorry, sir.'

'Now, ah ... This works out well. I believe you were instructed to have something in your arse; could you please turn around for me, new slave.'

She turns around. I cannot see anything inside her arse.

'Get it,' Master tells me. I place two fingers, in a pinch, against her anus, and find a small big of fabric. I pull to find that she has stuffed her panties up there, blue cotton ones, now brown.

'Now go get me some rope.'

When I come back with the rope, he ties it around my head, clamping in the shit-stained panties that he first thrusts into my mouth.

I begin to gag from the taste. I only know the taste of Master's shit and my own. I will, I suppose, have to get used to a new person's. I will have to get used to a lot, sharing my master, and perhaps to serving a girl, if I am told to do so.

I just know that when he finally decides to treat himself to her virgin cunt, that he will disregard mine, and only use hers, tighter and fresher as it is, and I will be the one doing the cleaning.

I've never sucked cunt before, and this girl has, for which I am extremely envious. I didn't go to a fancy-schmancy girls school, but a mixed comp, that was celibate for me aside from the odd sloppy fuck behind the sheds.

Suddenly, Master pulls the girl into his arms and starts to kiss her, as though they were man and wife, or lovers. It seems almost romantic, and there's me, watching, as my saliva breaks down her shit, accentuating the already horrid taste. Eventually their mouths part, and master invited her properly into the house, to sit down on the sofa in the front room.

I am no longer allowed to sit on the sofa, or on any furniture. Once I rested my arse on the bucked, instead of squatting, and he made me hold my piss in for the rest of the day.

'You must be hot and horny from your journey, how about a little introductory orgasm?'

'Yes, sir, I'd like that very much.'

'Slave, come and kneel before our guest. You're gagged for your rudeness so you'll have to use your fingers. I want you to make this girl scream.'

I shuffle over to her now open legs, and for the first time properly see her beautiful cunt. I'm sure now that he will lose all interest in mine saggy old thing. I begin to stroke her labia, and see that she is already soaking wet. I presume she is a clit girl, and quickly move up towards it, flicking with my quick fingers at her.

Master kisses her, and strokes her breasts, and tends to her romantically.

After a few minutes she cums, squirting as she does all over my face, and moaning into Master's mouth.

'Oh, god, thank you so much, master. Can I confess something to you?'

'Of course.'

'I've never had an orgasm before.'

'That's wonderful. I am honoured to have given you your first.'

He instructs me to clean her up, though not even looking at my face to deliver the instruction. As I do they continue to kiss, until she asks: 'Master. I'm really sorry, but I could do with the toilet, if I may?'

'Of course. Would you like to use to the bucket upstairs or have my other slave swallow it?'

'Errrrmmm ....'

'You are worried about upsetting her? I've got an idea. Lets ask the cunt if she would mind drinking your piss? Slave, would you mind?'

I bow my head a little, still gagged as it is with the shit-stained panties, and knowing that even were I able to speak I couldn't say that I minded, for fear of being beaten. I then slowly shake my head. Master smiles in a cunning way, and then, this girl, who I barely fucking know, and who was late and yet still gets to sit on the sofa and is so gently kissed by my master and who got an orgasm something I haven't had in days, starts to piss into my mouth.

The taste is horrible -- far worse than master's piss, or my own, or the rich guys he brought home. Why am I so annoyed by her? -- simply because she is another woman? The blokes I was fine with, loved in fact, and some of them had barely washed, and treated me awfully like a masturbatory doll.

Swallowing her piss is the most awful thing I have done in this house. Especially as, whilst still pissing, she is kissed again by my master, who I see playing with her breasts, and stroking her face, lovingly as she empties her bladder straight into my mouth. I know he said that he'd prefer two of me, but he isn't even really using one of me. I want to be fucked!

Then, abruptly, he stands up and tells us both that he has a meeting to go to, and that I should begin training the new slave, and leaves.

Once master has left she asks me if she should take off the gag, and once I have nodded profusely, she does.

'I'm really sorry that you had to drink my piss?'

'Had to! I didn't fucking have to. The bucket was there for you to choose!'

'I thought you wanted to be his slave? So I kind of presumed that this was part of the game. I wanted to be: I'll drink your piss is you want me to? I'll do anything, if you make me ... '

I realised that yes this was what I wanted, and that the disgust I had felt at having to drink her piss was also erotic. So I relented a little. We did both choose to be here. She looked so beautiful for a moment.

'I really enjoyed eating you out.'

'Yeah? You want me to eat you out?'

'How the fuck did you get here naked?'

'I just did. I don't know really. The weird thing is I was dressed just before leaving the house, because you dress for the day, you know? So I had a shower and got dressed and had breakfast and such. Though I knew what was happening. And then, just before it was time to leave. I took all my clothes off and shoved my panties up my arse and then went to get in my car.'

'Fucking mental.'

'Yeah. It was a bit. I was worried about being arrested, a bit, though it was pretty cool as well.'

'So. Want a tour of the house?'

'A tour? How formal. I don't know. I guess so yeah.'

I show her round the house, which is really odd. In Master's bedroom she lies on the bed, and I kiss her, for some reason, and she kisses me back. I know, and she knows, that we will be made to do lots of things to each other, and I suppose it's nice just to do stuff because we want to. She asks me if I'll let her make me cum, and I shake my head, because I never enjoy cumming without express permission. She tells me she wants to make it up to me for what a shit morning I've had at her expense, and I tell her to eat the shit in the bucket. I don't know why I say it, it just comes to me suddenly: we're making out on the bed and there's my shit, in a bucket, and when the question comes that's what I say. I point to it, even though I know she's seen it, she can smell it I'm sure.

As she runs over to the bucket, immediately, without hesitation, eager, I think, to make it up to me, I look at how fucking beautiful she is, and I just know how beautiful she's going to look in Master's bed, sucking Master's cock, drinking Master's piss whilst I sleep in whatever the fuck he means by a 'kennel'. She plunges her hand into the warm piss and lifts up my shit, and I barely have time to stop her as the carries the shit, no questions asked, towards her lips: 'stop, I'm joking. Of course, I'm joking, honey. He'll make you eat enough shit without me adding to it. Come and kiss me again.'

And she scampers over to me and is kissing me again. I lick my own shit off her fingers, and then guide them to my aching pussy. I won't let her finish me off, but I can at least enjoy the feeling of being touched for a moment. I'm not a lesbian, strictly speaking: full-cock!, always been. But also the feeling of her hands on my body, especially on my clit, I just wonderful. The thing about a woman is she knows where everything is.

'Tell me about the girl in school.'

'Who?'

'You know? The girl who made you lick her.'

It was a lie. I fucking knew it. The story was too perfect anyhow, too sexy, too like-porn. I threaten to tell Master, and she tells me he'd never believe me, and that if she wanted to she could ruin my life here. And I know she's right -- virgin twat, fresh smooth skin, probably knows lots of cool things that I don't know: she could turn me into the cook-cleaner-toilet-bitch, if I'm not already one. I so wanted to be like a big sister to her, and yet already I feel under her.

'Let me show you round the rest of the house.'

In the playroom, she beelines over to fucking machine, and after stroking the cock-part for a few seconds, she takes the whole thing into her mouth.

'Want me to turn it on?'

She shakes her head, still full of mechanical dick.

'Just testing it out.' She says to me once she's finished slutting out on my equipment, bought with my cuntmoney.

I take a whip off the wall and try to hurt her. She gives a little whelp, but its playfulness, the laugh behind it and the unbroken smile, tell me that I'll have to do much better. So I decide to tell her about life in the house: 'So .... it's pretty ok here, with the odd little exception. Master has this thing about period blood: likes to collect it, tying me up for days each month over a little tub, and then making me drink it at the end of the month. The first few times I vomited quite a lot: he collects that too, and ... well .... '

Finally I start to see her confidence crack. I double down, trying to be as creative as I can.

'He also makes most of his money off of his girls, whoring them out. It's usually old guys though, wheel-chairs and zimmers, so it's not too bad. Ever suck geriatric cock?' No response. 'Actually, there's this one guy, incontinent, but a real nice fella, likes to get rimmed--'

'I can't do this. What the fuck?! He didn't say any of this shit in the emails.'

I laugh at her outburst, and she works out that I'm joking. She looks mad, and after a couple of silly punches, she runs out to the bedroom, and comes back with my shit in her hands.

'No! NO! Don't be stupid. We will both be seriously punished. He might even just throw you out.'

'Bitch!'

'Just don't throw it. Just don't fucking throw it.'

I have this imagine of shit on the walls, or on the equipment, and I just know that I'll fucking bleed for weeks from the beating I might get from that. Although, it's been a while since I had one of those, and I do love them. I almost think about taunting her to throw it when she presses it towards my mouth.

'FUCKING EAT IT!'

So I do.

Reader: can I make a confession to you? I've never eaten shit before. It was one of my no-nos, back when it started, and for some reasons Master has just never tried it, even though I've done most of the others. I've done other horrible things, with my own shit and with masters: I've rimmed him several times, often when he wasn't that clean. But I've never actually eaten shit.

And I can't believe that the first time I do it's my own, and I really cannot believe that its because some random slave-girl is forcing me to, when my Master isn't even in the house.

I must, however, not let any of this show. I open my mouth and accept the shit into it, starting to chew on it, and forcing back my gag reflex, because to throw up now would be to lose all my self-respect in the face of this girl, and basically become her bitch as well as my Master's.

Once I've finished I go and drink some water, and apologise for lying to her. We make out again, and I show her the rest of the house. Then, I think, but what about the bucket?!: Master will be home, and he'll see.

'You have to shit in the bucket.' I tell her, as I have nothing in me, and as she sits down on it I think the reality of her new situation begins to set in. I hold her, massaging her nipples and kissing her neck as her anus opens up and hides our shenanigans. She cries a little bit.

She then suggests that I put the gag back in my mouth, and we share a final kiss. I think, weirdly, I have made friends with this girl. We share a lot of deprived desires, and have both wanted to do this awful thing, fulltime, for this man who we clearly are both madly in love with.

She is tender and she puts the shit-stained panties into my mouth and ties the rope around my head again.

'How often does he let you cum?' she asks. And I point to the gag. 'How many times a day?' I shake my head. 'A week then?', I lift up two fingers, and then a wave a third, giving what I think is an accurate representation.

'And you won't let me make you cum?'

I shake my head.

'Why not?'

I shake my head again.

We are sitting like this, in weird conversation, in the living room, when Master comes back in ....