Master entered the next room and looked at the man hanging over the wooden rod. His torment had matched the one that his wife had received with one exception. Where Carson hung by her tits, Will was forced to stand by having his cock attached to the same wire. Master looked at the man as the girl in front of him used the strap to whack another clothespin off his chest. As it had been learned, Will begged for another one to be removed.
The man they both called Master stood with a grin and shook his head. Both had been broken in two weeks and this third week was spent reinforcing their new behavior. Next week they would be let loose to contemplate the new way of thinking. Both Mario and Maria had agreed on that, just not on what that fourth week would bring.
Maria, the former maid that had been humiliated so often, whipped another pin of her boss’s chest. Carson and Will had openly discussed their plans, neither thinking that servants such as theirs could comprehend that much English. So Mario the yard boy and Maria the maid had converted the stable area to a dungeon. It had been easy for her to dope the drinks and it had been her idea to use voices from various soundtracks of movies to confuse the two before them. Mario had found it easy to convert the voices and sounds to tape and they played them through the headsets both slaves wore as well as openly so they knew when to punish and when not to.
Maria set the strap down and donned the rubber poncho. It had been Mario’s idea of rubber boots, poncho, and gloves to eliminate either person from getting used to different fabrics. To them, the past three weeks had been sensory deprived states with occasional touches of rubber.
Maria tugged on the leash attached to Will’s collar and the man crawled behind her as he was led into the next room. She positioned him to kneel behind his wife’s ass and nodded to Mario who turned off Carson’s headset and played another tape.
Will was told to kiss the ass in front of him and he leaned forward with lips extended. A few tentative licks later, a voice screamed at him to lick it clean and a pain in his ass made him quickly start to lick, disregarding the taste of Carson’s waste for the past three weeks. Maria set the wire carefully down as she watched him lick away. The wire was still plugged in and nothing more than an exposed end to an extension cord. But it worked even if she tried to only lightly apply it. She flicked a strap between his legs as a voice came over the speaker for him to improve with long broad strokes or the useless worm would regret it.
As he licked with open broad strokes of his tongue, Maria walked over to Mario, discarding the poncho as she walked. They ate lunch while watching the action, and Maria finished her milk as Mario found the tape he had made the afternoon before. Maria went back and moved Will to the front as voices told him to clean the cunt before him. Mario tested the new tape on another machine and then came back to replace it in the machine that was attached to the headphones. It was his turn and he practiced talking slower and deeper to remove his accent. The voice that both had come to know as Master.
An hour later Maria and Mario had Will in the stocks and Carson looked tired of being stretched by the chains.
Carson was tired. She wondered how much more she would have to take before she would be allowed to be in another position and her thoughts broke off when a hand touched her. Master was back and she held herself upright, dismissing her weariness from her mind. If Master wanted her, she would have the energy from someplace to please him. Her ear pads were removed and his voice came to her.
“Slave, what have I been hearing about you?”
“Master, this slave hopes only good things.”
“Really cunt? I heard you were uppity.”
“Master, please no. This one has not been uppity. This cunt knows its place.”
Carson was slapped across the face and she almost begged forgiveness.
“Silence slut. You were offered to either lick an ass, cunt or cock and you instead had someone do yours.”
She tried to open her mouth but no words came out. She had hesitated in disbelief.
“I can see the remains of the licking. Obvious it is true, you prefer to have someone lick you than for you to lick someone. Know your place indeed.”
That tone bode ill for her and she knew it instantly.
“Master, this one had no choice! Master, please, this cunt was as you see it now and had no way to show its place to anyone. Please Master, given a choice, this slut knows it should always lick whatever ass, cunt, or cock offered. Please Master, let this worthless whore show that it can lick whatever you allow it to lick.”
Her voice broke several times as she begged to be allowed to please him. There was no response from him and she pleaded more to show her desire to keep him happy. Carson at no time cared for anything but to make Master happy. The pads were replaced and she cried and sobbed as she knew that he left her.
That afternoon she was led to and given the chance to lick the ass in front of her. She felt the dry crust of Will’s wastes over the past three weeks as she licked. After begging for the chance to do better, she was allowed to lick and suck more and she worked her mouth to peel off as much shit as possible to swallow. She hoped to do well enough for Master to forgive her.
Mario later told Will that he heard that the useless cunt in front of him preferred to have his ass licked than to lick another ass. Will begged forgiveness and gave almost the same excuse his wife had earlier. He begged to lick any ass Master wanted, he would show that he knew his place before Master. When Mario caressed the man’s face above his three week old beard, Will could only moan in happiness. To be touched by Master was a sign he was not unhappy with the fucked up cock cunt kneeling in front of him.
The next day Carson was led by the leash and told to stand when she was halted. She did so and stood waiting for the next command. She was told to remove her blindfold and she never questioned it as she peeled off the velcro pads from her eyes. She stared down at her nipples while wondering what was ahead of her. After a minute she was told to look ahead and she saw a reflection in a mirror. With orders to look left and right, she saw three mirrors set up so that she was the central figure in each.
She described herself as ordered and she used every foul name she could think of as she saw her image covered with the same body hair and wastes that she knew was on her. She was told to suck cock and she saw to the left a table and picked up the artificial cock standing upright on it. She turned back and watched herself suck on it, taking it deep into her mouth several times before being told to fuck her cunt. She never hesitated to obey as she pushed it into her dry pussy and then a laughing voice told her to think of Master. The thought of Master made her pussy wet and the cock slid in and out with a wet sound. Carson faced her image and she hoped that Master would like her obedience even as she also thought she looked disgusting.
The order to fuck her ass next was harder to obey since her ass was dry but there was enough lubrication from her pussy to allow an entry although painful. She watched between her legs as her hand moved behind her and fucked her ass slowly and then faster as the voices dictated. She had no idea that her husband was before a mirror and doing the same ass fucking only yards away. For that matter, her husband never came to her thoughts anymore. She concentrated on pleasing the voices and hoping that Master would find the reports on her good enough for him to visit and touch her again. She would be shocked to learn that Will had much the same thoughts.
The ass fucking was over and they licked and sucked the cock clean as instructed. Then they attached clothespins where they were told to and smacked their own asses with the straps provided. The pins were removed and the eye pads replaced as they stood waiting for the next action.
For Carson, the next action was to crawl behind the leash and she soon felt grass under her. She was outside and her senses were overwhelmed with the new sounds and textures she had taken for granted all her life. She was led to the fishpond in her back yard although she didn’t know where she was. She entered the shallow water and was told that it was a pigsty and she was to be the pig. She grunted and oinked as she wet her face and rolled over in the water in her attempt to be a pig.
She was soon removed and crawled across cement and grass before stopping. She was a wet bitch and no one liked the smell of wet bitch so she had to dry off like a wet bitch. Carson shook herself as she knelt on all fours, trying to get the water droplets off her body and hair. She had no sooner done that than a spray of water hit her and she was told to roll over. The water hit her everywhere as she was hosed off and she brought her knees up to her chest as the water hit her ass several times. She was handed a scrub brush and told to clean and she scrubbed her body and scalp many times while being hosed and it seemed a long time before anyone talking around her was happy with her.
Her body was sore from the bristles and she knelt with her arms behind her as she was told to close her eyes. The leather straps on her head was removed and someone cut her wet hair. She was stood up and with her legs apart and arms held out at the shoulders, she was told to slowly rotate. She could feel the sun burning on her as she moved a foot, counted to thirty, and then moved the other foot so that she was still standing with legs apart. Her arms tired quickly but she kept her fingers straight and spread apart as ordered, hoping she wouldn’t have to use her arms or hands for anything later. She kept her eyes closed, scared that if she tried to look, it would be seen and Master informed of her disobedience.
Will was still going through the hosing and scrubbing procedure four yards away. Soon he was standing and rotating like Carson, his skin also being warmed and burned in some place as well as hers. He kept his eyes closed for the same reason as she did.
The day seemed cooler when the straps were placed back on and they were told to kneel on all fours. A leash was attached to one of the straps and they were led to another grassy area and told to ask for permission to piss. They did so, begging for approval to go and they repeated the procedure to shit as well, going like the dogs they were. They were led someplace else and told that Master wanted them to rest. They dropped where they were, feeling privileged that Master would allow them to sleep in the grass like any other dog.
The next few days became routine, with doing tricks for the voices and getting hosed down. Carson had to sniff a strange dog that sniffed her back, each wondering where the strange dog came from. Will and Carson were soon parted and thoughts of the other strange dog left their minds as soon as they went back to doing more tricks. They did the usual roll over and sit up as well as playing with themselves and finger fucking their asses. They were led to a bowl and each growled at the other as they tried to eat whatever was in the bowl and they growled and snapped at each other over the water dish. Neither liked the other strange dog for there was a chance that Master may want the other one more.
