Dedicated to "J"
My search for a phone has so far failed. I think I can stand the perversions until I find someway of contacting my family and friends. Hopefully a short call will be enough to let them know I still exist and explain that I have been found guilty by some extra-legal counter-terrorist agency even though I am totally innocent. I am perceived to be a threat to national security and I have not been allowed any access to the outside world with the exception of my so-called counsel. She informed me after the fact I had been found guilty. Then she offered me this position as her sex slave which I took thinking it would be better than rotting in solitary confinement.
My assumptions about my duties have so far been far short of reality and I have suffered another embarrassing and degrading day. I am keeping this journal as a reminder of the indignities I have suffered.
The day started as usual. I had to attend Mistress Green, kneeling by her bed from an early hour, until she awoke and needed me. After rising I showered, shaved and put on my uniform. A black leather collar never left my neck, even at night. It was tight so I was always reminded of its presence. I had a top made of black leather straps that looked and acted like a harness. I then very carefully put on sheer black stockings, which attached to suspenders on the harness. I had become accustomed to wearing the stockings over my shaved legs. An uncomfortable crotch strap then went in a 'Y' shape from the back of the harness round my asshole and then up to hold my cock and balls in a tight grip facing out from my body before being clipped onto the harness at the front. Black high heels completed the outfit.
On previous days she me perform oral sex on her as she woke, but today she only needed to pee. When she woke I crawled into her bed up to her pussy, fastened my mouth over her cunt and drank her piss as she used me for her toilet. I ran her a bath and dressed her. Today she selected a bikini and a robe because she wanted to work on her tan.
I kneeled at her feet as she and Mistress Benny had their breakfast, and then had a little to eat myself. When I had finished I had to carry an enormous bag of things as she went out to lie by the pool. In her presence I must crawl, so to carry the bag it was placed on my back. Previous experience convinced me the threats she made of punishment if I dropped the bag were real.
I managed to make my way to her sun bed by the pool, and her only comment was that she was 'disappointed' I had taken so long. This expression has a special significance, and upon hearing it I must beg to be spanked for whatever minor behaviour she is not happy with. I had become accustomed to being spanked so I found it painful and slightly humiliating but accepted the punishment.
It was pleasantly hot and sunny and the day started well. First of all Mistress Green required that I rub suntan oil all over her body, which was very arousing. She had immediately taken off the robe and bikini top but left the bottom part on. This was the first time I had properly touched her body with my hands and it was quite thrilling. I kept hoping that my duties as a sex slave would allow me more intimate contact, and this seemed like a step in the right direction.
When it came to massaging the oil into her breasts I was very aroused, and I don't think I was very subtle as I my hands worked over her tits. She didn't complain though, and seeing my cock was becoming erect told me
"You don't want to get sunburned Dick!" and proceeded to rub oil into my cock, pulling it and massaging it with oily hands. This was only a tease and she told me I could sit in the shade.
The bag contained many things. As well as lotions and oils, there was a huge icebox with lots of cooling drinks and juices. These I served to Mistress Green on request. I was sorely tempted to drink something myself, but I knew that if I needed to pee I would have to grovel very humbly, and then when she agreed Mistress Benny would beat me on the buttocks as I pissed in front of her.
Late in the morning Mistress Green required me to perform a truly disgusting act. She needed to piss, and sat on the edge of the sun bed with her legs apart, one hand holding the bikini aside as I pressed my face against her pussy to drink her urine. After the initial flood of piss she sat forward, and told me in a calm voice.
"Dick I also need to crap. Put you hands out and catch my shit while you drink my piss."
She used the other hand to hold her bikini out of the way while I held my hands out under her ass, my face still buried in her crotch. I did not know what to expect and it felt strange as the warm lumps of faecal matter dropped onto my out-stretched hands. I was revolted by the feel and the thought about what was actually there. Luckily she couldn't see my face, as I am certain it showed my disgust.
When she had finished she told me to wrap the turds, clean my hands and return with paper to wipe her ass. Carrying the shit in my hands as I hobbled on my knees back to the bag was even more disgusting as I could see what I was carrying. I tried to ignore the smell and not look at it as my stomach threatened to throw-up my little breakfast.
In the bag I had been carrying I found the necessary papers and wrapped Mistress Green's excrement. Then I fastidiously cleaned my hands, aware that I could not take too long before returning to wipe Mistress Green's bottom. As soon as I could I scurried back and carefully wiped her ass. She did not complain about the time taken.
Previously she had sat on my face so that I could tongue her asshole after shitting, but today she lay across the sun bed, her ass in the air. This made it harder because I had to force myself approach to lick her asshole. It was as unpleasant as last time and again I felt the need to puke as I tasted the bitterness of the remains of her toilet. I tried to avoid the taste by summoning as much saliva as I could manage but it did not help and she made me tongue her ass very thoroughly. I had the distinct impression that this was going to be a common occurrence.
During the afternoon the clouds that had been building up on the horizon released a torrent of rain. After lunch Mistress Green informed me that she was relaxed and horny enough for some exercise indoors and I was to help. She told me to wait in room 6.
Room 6 was not decorated in the soft white colours of the other rooms I had been in, but appeared to be a semi-formal sitting room. There were a large number of couches, chaise-longue and straight backed chairs. There were some stools and tables, high and low. The walls had a dark patterned wallpaper and numerous cupboards. The floor was carpeted.
I knelt and waited for Mistress Green. When she entered I was amazed, she was dressed as I expected a Dominatrix to dress. A black full cup basque. Suspenders holding sheer black stockings with matching panties over, black high heels and long black gloves. She sashayed across the carpet and took a reclining position on a chaise. She looked at me and then said:
"Get an erection Dick!" a command I thought in keeping with my status as her sex slave. As my hand reached out to stroke my already stirring cock she added
"Without your hands." This was actually very easy to do; I just had to mentally strip her as she lay there.
