The Life I Was Born For Ch 03

Chapter 3

The lid of my cage above sliding open woke me up out of my deep slumber. As my eyes were adjusting to the low dungeon light, jets of hot piss smashed into my face, mouth and eyes.

I started to cough as the hot piss filled my mouth waking me up very quickly. The piss slowed down to drops and a scrunched up piece of toilet paper was thrown down at me, wet with Miss Victoria's piss after wiping Herself clean.

"Eat" Miss Victoria ordered

I immediately ate the soiled toilet paper chewing it and swallowing it down as She removed the other sides of my cage.

I lay in the cage looking up as Miss Victoria pulls up a chair in front of the cage door, sitting down on it with the soles of Her Superior Boots dangling as my view, sending waves of arousal through me. The cage door was unlocked.

"Knees" She ordered and I scrambled onto my knees looking at the soles of Her boots through the cage door opening. Her beautiful legs crossed over in front of Her above me with a dog bowl on the floor at Her heels.

"I've brought you food, worm must be starving." She chuckled

Miss Victoria nonchalantly kicks the dog bowl with Her right boot which travels to a stop in front of me. I'm horrified when I see what's inside: it looks like blended baby food, and it's vaguely green.

"It's quite nutritious," She says, breaking me out of my thoughts. "I won't vouch for the taste, and I've read that it's pretty disgusting. I found the recipe online; it's called 'slave mush'. There are some interesting ingredients: northern beans, oats, broiled chicken, canned spinach, skimmed milk, yogurt, creamed corn, all sorts of goodies put into a food processor and blended together. It is truly food for a slave creature like you. Healthy enough, but hardly appetising. Gruel, I think they call it." Miss Victoria chuckles out loud

Miss Victoria allows me to absorb this.

"You'll be fed two portions a day," Miss Victoria continues.

"This and nothing else. Except whatever I decide to feed you from My Superior Body."

I am feeling so inferior and just a creature being fed this food.

"I know you would prefer an a-la-carte menu of My leftovers and scraps but you will have to earn those treats. All in good time little doggie" Miss Victoria says

"The food I give you is a gift from your Owner. Before you are allowed to eat you will always show your appreciation for the food I have given you by thanking ME as your GOD and begging ME to lace it with My Holy Fluids" Miss Victoria instructs

There is a moment pause, my voice is weak and submissive as I mutter "T-t-thank You GOD for giving me this food I am so very grateful to You and will eat with great appreciation. I-I beg You to lace my food with Your Holy Fluids my Superior"

Miss Victoria bends forwards slightly into the cage looking down at the dog bowl, with Her mouth swirling saliva I then see Her Spit hitting the food in my dog bowl. I hear Miss Victoria clearing Her throat and more of Her Spit and Phlegm hits the food in my bowl. Soon the food is disappearing in a pool of Miss Victorias spit.

"You have 3 minutes. Eat worm!" Miss Victoria commands.

I immediately dive into the dog bowl. Slurping up Her Holy spit which layered my slave mush like a dog on heat. As I was slurping I felt the sole of Miss Victorias boots pushing my head down into the bowl and hear Her giggling as my face gets submerged in the mush.

I could feel Miss Victoria watching my every move. I felt under stress with the time allowed to eat and slurped on the 'mush' as quickly as I possibly could swallowing it down like a pig. I must have been such a pitiful sight to watch. There is nothing of substance to chew, but I still have to work it around for a few long seconds before I can manage to swallow. The taste of creamed corn is overwhelming and revolting. The corn is slightly crunchy and sticks to my teeth, which makes it even more revolting. I quickly consume another portion of it.

As I continue to eat my food Miss Victoria says" Remember worm, your old life no longer exists. Nobody will see you ever again, your family, your friends, you have just disappeared, poof!" She giggles

"You will be forever under Superior Women's boots afraid to speak, afraid to disobey, afraid to move, afraid to leave. Your entire life Owned and Controlled by Us" she smiled down at me

Her words sink deep inside me as I finish the slave mush, I was so famished and my dog bowl is empty.

"You must be thirsty worm," Miss Victoria says. She grabs the dog bowl and stands up to walk over to the other side of the dungeon. I hadn't registered there was a toilet bowl over there as She dips the dog bowl down into the toilet. She then walks back to me and puts the dog bowl full of toilet water in front of me. "Drink," Miss Victoria commands. "And know this is the only water appropriate for a slave creature in training."

I drank and slurped like a grateful obedient puppy until the dog bowl was empty. I was so thirsty too.

"Crawl on your back under My Superior Boots worm" Miss Victoria commands "Face UP!"

I crawl to the edge of the cage turning onto my back with my face outside the cage door underneath Her boots. She is wearing Doc Martin Boots today.

Miss Victoria places both boots onto my face and then stands up. I feel Her force pushing down fully onto my face as She stands on it. The tread from the soles of Her boots digging deep into my facial skin. I clenched my face tight as She grinds Her soles as deeply as She can, my face feels like it is about to be crushed.

"Yes, this is where You live now worm. A doormat under the soles of Our Superior Boots" she laughs down at me. I struggle to respond as my face continues to be squashed by Her boots making it hard to breathe normally.

Miss Victoria continues to grind the soles of Her boots then steps off my face. I feel the imprints of Her Superior Boots marked all over my face. Volleys of spit then hits my face and eyes.

"'I am conditioning you to become the perfect slave for Our secret Female Supremacy Society, a creature with no identity, no thoughts or feelings, no dignity or pride. Just an object for Us to use and play with whenever, and however We feel like."

"Our object to piss on, to spit on, to laugh at as you perform humiliating acts for Our entertainment. You are no longer a person, you are Our little slave creature." She laughs

"Yes Your Highness" I reply and knew this was my fate. Women just Owned me.

Miss Victoria bends down and places a blindfold over my eyes tying it at the back of my head securely, putting me in total darkness. She attaches a lead to my collar and starts to drag me along the floor. No warning or instruction, I am pulled along the floor like an object with no care.

I am being dragged across the room backwards not knowing where I am going with my arms and body flapping to try and stabilise myself against the force from the pulling of my collar. We stop and the leash is unclipped as I try to catch my breath.

"STAND UP!" Miss Victoria orders.

I hesitate because of the fear of the spikes in the ABDL restraining booties that will dig into the soles of my feet if I stand. I was also scared the collar might shock me too. Inside me I was panicking what to do and feeling flustered.

WHAAP! I feel a hard slap to my right cheek. "Problem?" She said

"M-m-my Superior, m-my booties" I stammer feeling so scared and terrified.

Miss Victoria laughs out loud that echoes around the room "Aww poor thing, scared those nasty spikes will penetrate your ugly little feet" She mocks

"Y-yes yes my Superior"

"How funny" She mocks. "If you want them off you have to BEG ME. You have to beg Me or any Superior Woman for anything. Get used to it."

I begged and pleaded for my booties to be removed and felt Miss Victoria bending down to remove them.

"If you ever show you have your own 'will' worm, you will be punished. Be warned"

I get up to my feet slowly and am thankful the collar did not shock me. I am standing naked, shackled and blindfolded. The cuffs and chains on my arms are removed freeing my arms which I put still at the side of my body. The three set of handcuffs that are locked just above my ankles are also removed.

"Stand straight. Head bowed" Miss Victoria orders

Though still restricted I have more freedom than before and able to stand up straight and bow my head before Miss Victoria.

I hear Miss Victoria fiddling around before taking a step towards me. I smell Her Feminine perfume and fear grips me not knowing what is going to happen. There is silence and I feel Miss Victoria is looking and observing me intently like an object.

Then I feel Miss Victoria squeeze the top of my arms. I flinch with fear as She continues to prod and squeeze me on various parts of my body. I really do feel like just an object.

Something touches my skin and wraps around the top of my right arm which makes me jump causing Miss Victoria to chuckle. I realise this is a tape measure. I hear Miss Victoria typing into a laptop after She has measured my arm.

Miss Victoria continues to measure every part of my body. Prodding, pinching, squeezing, pulling me and typing into Her laptop. I feel Her measuring my chest, my legs, the length of my arms and legs, my thighs, my waist, my neck, even my feet. There isn't a single inch of me that Miss Victoria has left unmeasured and is absolutely thorough.

I hear Miss Victoria put on disposable gloves and feel Her start paying attention to my cock and balls. Rubbing my penis to erection to measure to full size, I wanted to cum so badly but knew I must restrain myself. I did not dare to cum and keep thinking of anything except Miss Victoria edging me to stop myself. Then from nowhere She whipped my cock sending pain right through me as I jumped in the air with my cock and balls flapping about, my cock was whipped 5 times before She was applying what felt like ice cubes that shrivelled my cock to its tiny pathetic size. The tape measure was used again on my tiny penis.

Every part of me was being measured by Miss Victoria and typed into Her laptop. My arse was measured, prodded and pinched. Miss Victoria pushing Her fingers up deep inside twisting and turning and measuring.

All the while I could smell Miss Victoria's Feminine perfume and feel Her Feminine energy as She moved around me that sent waves of arousal right through me. I loved Her perfume and was the scent of my Owner and GOD.

Lastly Miss Victoria concentrated on my head and face. Her hands cup my face and with Her fingers tracing all around it. She pokes Her finger into my mouth then up my nose, feeling around my eyes and eyebrows. Then around my ears and poking inside them. I feel the tape measure measuring various parts of my face and head which were all typed into Miss Victoria's laptop.

Miss Victoria grabs my hair and fingers through it, flattening it then pulling again. I was being pulled left and right like a rag doll. My head moving under Miss Victoria's control, I had no say in the matter.

I hear Miss Victoria step back from me and continuing to type away on Her laptop for a while. She has all the information She could possibly need of all of my vital statistics and more.

Seemingly finished with measuring all my vital statistics, I just stand there like an idiot scared of what will come next. There is silence for a few minutes which is broken by the click of a cigarette lighter. Immediately I get on my knees with head back and mouth open.

I stay in this position waiting for ashes to be flicked into my mouth. As the ashes start to fill my mouth, smoke surrounds my whole head. As I start to cough Miss Victoria laughs down at me as my discomfort, knowing She has absolute Power over me.

She leans down and extinguishes the cigarette on my forehead before throwing the butt into my mouth. "Swallow" She commands.

As the obedient ashtray I am now becoming, I swallow all the ash and cigarette butt down whilst feeling the burning sensation mark on my forehead.

I hear a rustle of paper which is put onto the floor infront of me. My blindfold is removed and I see the next lesson of my 'Gynarchy teachings'. This lesson is named 'my identity'.

"Begin reciting the next mantra, worm" Miss Victoria orders.

"1. From now on, I have no name, I am simply 'creature, worm or pig'." (Spit)

"2. My previous identity no longer matters here, as my sole reason for existing is to serve YOU and all WOMEN." (Spit)

"3. By stripping me of my name, YOU remind me that I am now entirely under YOUR absolute control and ownership." (Spit)

"4. My value is no longer measured by who I was, but by my ability to obey and fulfil YOUR desires." (Spit)

"5. Every time I hear the word 'slave', 'worm', 'creature' or any name I am called, i will remember that my entire life belongs to YOU." (Spit)

"6. I have no individual rights, no personal will; my only function is to respond to YOUR needs, unconditionally and immediately." (Spit)

"7. My new identity is a mark of my total submission." (Spit)

"8. I am here to learn to bend to every whim, to every demand YOU have." (Spit)

"9. My former life is erased; only the service and devotion I show to YOU remain." (Spit)

"10. Everything I do, every thought, every action, must be directed towards fulfilling YOUR expectations." (Spit)

"11. I fully integrate into the role for which I have been chosen." (Spit)

"12. I am nothing more than an instrument of YOUR pleasure, a tool to use at YOUR discretion." (Spit)

"13. My old name, my former ambitions, all of that is now irrelevant." (Spit)

"14. What matters is my ability to be perfectly obedient and devoted to You and all WOMEN." (Spit)

"15. From now on, I have NO personal identity." (Spit)

"16. My only purpose is to serve, to please, and to conform to YOUR WILL." (Spit)

"17. A 'slave creature' is what I am, and it is all I will be for the rest of my life." (Spit)

I finish my recital looking down at the paper with spit running down my face, waiting Miss Victoria's command. "Read it again worm" She commands.

I read through all 17 of the recital and when I finished was commanded to read them through again. I get the end of my 3rd reading expecting to be commanded to read for a 4th time. Feeling vulnerable and shaking as I await for the command.

There is silence for a while and I feel I am being watched and observed again making me more nervous and lower. Then I feel the rub of what feels like a punishment instrument brushing my body. I am not sure if it's a riding crop or something else.

"I must tell you that so far I am pleased with you worm. Though there is much improvement to be had" Miss Victoria said

On hearing these words that Miss Victoria was feeling pleased with me sent a tsunami of euphoria inside me. These were the very best words I could ever hear that Miss Victoria is pleased with me. My love and submission to Her was pouring out of my soul to Her.

Miss Victoria then grabs my hair pulling me across the room like a creature towards a padded table with shackles and straps. I scramble on my hands and knees as She drags me along. When we reach the table Miss Victoria pulls me up by my hair almost pulling it out, then roughly pushes me down onto the table on my back.

Miss Victoria locks my wrists into the shackles that are connected to the side of the table and my ankles are attached to steel cuffs on the bottom end of the table.

I was expecting my body to be fully strapped but Miss Victoria did not use any of the other straps which caused me confusion. Miss Victoria hardly ever tells me what is happening and I just obey Her commands as and when She gives them, being the object I am.

Next the steel collar on my neck is removed. Then a blindfold is put on around my eyes. I am bound by my ankles and wrists to the table completely naked and in darkness.

As I lay in fear I hear Miss Victoria heels leave the dungeon but She seems to leave the light on and doesn't close the door...