Saturday Am

This chapter follows on, and describes the events of the second day of the weekend. Please read Chapter One first, then this will all make a lot more sense. The same disclaimer applies - this is a work of fiction, and not a diary! It deals with Consensual Non Consensual play (CNC) so if you are uncomfortable with that don't read any further.

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I was shivering and cold in my cage. The piss that I had been showered with had dried on my skin, and I could smell the acrid stink of it, along with the smell from the sodden puppy mat that I was sitting on. I had no way of theming the time, but it wasn't long before when I eventually heard footsteps on the landing, and the Mistress burst into the room.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Fuck, it stinks in here!"

Angrily, she unlocked the cage and dragged me out by my hair. Pulling me upright, she pulled me into the en-suite, and then pushed me into the shower, before turning the tap on full. I shrieked behind my gag as the cold water hit me.

"I'm not wasting hot water on you. You have three minutes - get a move on!"

I picked up the soap that she had thrown at me, and worked quickly under the unrelating freezing stream, scrubbing myself clean. Abruptly, she switched off the spray, throwing a grubby towel at me.

"Dry yourself. I've used this already today, but I'm not wasting a clean towel on you."

Quickly drying myself, I stepped out of the shower, and followed her silent directions, kneeling on the floor, while she attached a colour to my neck, and clipped on a dog lead. The gaga was still in my youth, and my jaw was aching. Now I was clean, I realised that I was starving hungry and thirsty - the last time that I had eaten or drunk anything was the day before. My stomach betrayed me with a loud rumble and the Mistress laughed.

"Is my little pet hungry and thirsty?"

I nodded my head, risking a glance up at her, trying to look as pleading as possible.

"I think you should definitely drink something."

She unclipped the gag, and my mouth relaxed, glad to finally be free of the ball forcing my jaw apart. I moved when she pulled me, following on all fours across the bath room as she pulled me towards the toilet. Her pointed finger directed me towards the bowl.

"If you are thirsty, now's your chance to have a drink. And be quick, I haven't got all day!"

I looked into the bowl. At least it all looked clean, and I told myself that this was just water. Using my lips, I lowered my head, and felt the relief as I finally got to drink something. The Mistress suddenly pulled the chain, and the bowl flushed, swirling water around my head, and she burst into laughter as I coughed and spluttered beneath her.

The dog lead yanked my head out of the bowl, and she roughly wiped my head with the same dirty towel, before tugging me to my feet and leading me away. I followed her out of the room, downstairs and along the hall, and through a door which led into a large modern kitchen. My wife was in there, naked apart from a matching collar around her neck, scrubbing at the floor on all fours.

Louise was facing away from me, and didn't move her head as we entered, silently continuing in her task. The Mistress dropped my lead, and gestured for to remain where I stood, before crossing the room to stand next to her, reaching down to tip her head upwards. My wife's eyes were red, and I could see that she had been crying. I had been forced to witness her being used by multiple men during the evening, before spending the rest of the night sleeping with a gross overweight man, who had fucked her helplessly several times. She had been furious this morning, and when he had left, she had been free to leave the bedroom where we were both confined. I could see red marks on her bottom and breasts, and it looked like she had been slapped hard.

The Mistress turned to me.

"The little bitch seems to have ideas above her station. For some reason she seems to think that she was unfairly abused last night. Of course she was, the only reason she is here is to serve me and my guests. You can watch her work while we eat!"

To my surprise, the Mistress sat me at the table, and while Louise continued to toil at our feet, she made one toast and cooked a couple of omelettes, sliding one to me across the table before sitting down to join me. It was a very incongruous sight, the pair of us breakfasting normally at the kitchen table, while a naked sub scrubbed the floor under our feet. Of course, although the Mistress was dressed in her trademark leather and boots, I was naked apart from the cock cage and collar around my neck. I ate in silence, realising that I should make the most of this relative comfort. The Mistress ignored me, watching Louise working hard on the other side of the room.

She had almost finished her meal, when she tipped the plate and slid the remnants on to the floor, before shouting at Louise.

"You lazy bitch, I told you to clean this floor. Look at this mess over here!"

Louise looked round in surprise. She hadn't seen the food being dropped on the clean tiles, and I saw her eyes widen at the mess under the Mistress's feet. Quickly she scurried across on hands and knees carrying a cloth in her hand, bending to wipe it up.

The mistress pushed at her with her foot, making her fall onto the floor.

"Don't be a stupid bitch, you've got a perfectly good tongue. Lick it up."

I watched in amazement as Louise crawled back on her hands and feet, before lowering her head to lick at the mess in front of her. The mistress started to chuckle.

"She was so high and mighty this morning, storming in here to complain about the bed time companion that I had picked for. Look at her now, like a pig in a trough!"

The Mistress grabbed Louise's long hair and pulled her head up. Her face was smeared with grease and filth from the eggs and sauce on the floor, and treat streaks ran down her face. The Mistress pulled back her hand and slapped her hard across her face, letting go of her hair and Louise fell to the floor, curled into a metal position and sobbing to herself. I felt sorry for her, but realised that my cock was rock hard inside its cage as I watched my wife, who was normally so flawless in her appearance, grubby and dirty, curled on the floor.

The Mistress kicked her dismissively in the stomach before crossing to the kitchen cupboard. She pulled out a carton of eggs and started dropping them in Louise, breaking them so that the yolk rain into her hair. There was an open tin of beans on the side, and she upended it over Louises head, before reaching down to mix it into her hair with the legs. More food followed - treacle, ketchup and flour, until Louise was covered, crying on the floor, her body and hair greasy and filthy.

There was nothing I could do to stop it - we had no safe word, and had committed ourselves to what ever punishment she saw fit for the weekend. Eventually the Mistress was finished, and pulled me up by my collar, leading me out of the room, leaving Louise sobbing on the floor. AS we passed into the next room, we met the huge obese fat man that she had been made to sleep with after fucking and sucking clients all evening. Louise had been made to sleep next to him, pinned down by his disgusting stomach, and used by him again before he left. Now he strode past us, a huge grin on his face as he walked into the kitchen, unbuckling his belt.

Mistress paused, and we both turned to watch as he dropped his trousers to his ankles, falling to his knees behind the disgusting mess that was my wife. Her whimpers turned to screams as he entered her, and she struggled briefly before he pinned her with his massive stomach, and started to fuck her where she lay. Mistress pulled me away again, pushing the door closed to muffle the sounds of the rape from the next room, leading me through into the quiet calm of the sitting room.