Paul slowly moved his legs to try and find a comfortable position. Every movement was difficult as the deep layer of excrement at the bottom of the tank was very thick. He had to put real effort into moving his legs, which had the unfortunate side effect of disturbing the water. Every time he moved he had to quickly lift his chin up as high as he could to stop the water lapping up over his mouth and nose.
He tested the strength of the chains and the cuffs by pulling his body up slightly. It gave him brief respite from the water on his face but, it was definitely not a long-term plan. His arms didn't ache yet. But they would.
Something that really surprised him was the huge erection he had had ever since his Mistress had left him alone in the pit. Paul had always been attracted to cruelty. He had never admitted that to anyone except Ma'am. How do you go about telling someone that you are sexually aroused by cruelty? Only a certain type of person would understand that. Was Ma'am that elusive person? He certainly hoped so.
Thinking of Ma'am again made his already erect penis throb a little more. She had only ever sent him two photos of herself but, he treasured them. He looked at them several times a day and allowed his mind to gallop away from him with wild possibilities. It helped get him through the mundane realities of life. Nothing mundane about this he thought.
Thinking of Ma'am made him look up at the camera perched above him on the chair. He gazed deep into the lens as though he may be able to see the beautiful and cruel woman whom he so craved. Was she watching? He hoped so. He hoped that she had been watching him struggle to get comfortable and avoid the slurry he was standing in from going into his nose and mouth. He hoped that she was watching and that she was aroused by what she saw.
In Paul's mind, she was laid on the bed, stripped to her underwear. The dark shiny stockings on her stunning legs held in place by a very expensive looking suspender belt. Her perfect breasts held in position by a matching bustier. On her feet, the shiny black patent leather court shoes that he had hungrily cleaned earlier. On her hands, the thin, tight, black leather gloves that she had been wearing when he met her. He had been mesmerised by those gloves until they were secreted away in her handbag. Boy did Paul like leather gloves. As he saw his Mistress in his mind's eye, she was laying on the bed, watching the live feed of him in the pit. She was clearly aroused and playing with herself with the leather gloves. She was clearly very aroused and looked on the verge of cuming. He wished he was there to help out.
Then, a gurgling noise broke his reverie. The water level in the pit began to rise just a little. There were bubbles and briefly a sweet smell.
Ma'am hadn't been pleasuring herself whilst watching his suffering, she had been having a bath.
Paul didn't know how to feel about this. He wanted her to be enjoying his predicament but, he also loved the idea of her indifference to his suffering. Not for the first time, Paul wasn't sure how to feel. Being sexually attracted to cruelty certainly played with your mind from time to time.
After what seemed like an eternity, Paul heard the back door open. Moments later he heard the tell tale clicking of stiletto heels on a stone path. His heart began to race. After a short while, his beloved Mistress stood above him. She looked incredible. She had changed out of the leather dress she was wearing when they met. Now, she was clad in a very sexy dress with a black and white geometric print. It came to just above her knee and he could see that below it was another pair of what he hoped were stockings. He was disappointed that he couldn't see her heels from his vantage point. As if reading his mind, Ma'am placed one foot on top of the grill. They were the same black court shoes that she had worn earlier. He would recognise them anywhere.
The well-worn sole of a lady's shoe or boot had always been fascinating to Paul. These were indeed well worn. That was good. It told Paul that these were not shiny new shoes, just kept for the bedroom. They were worn regularly. This astonishing woman probably walked around in shoes like this every day. His penis throbbed once more.
Ma'am peered down the hole into the pit. A radiant smile on her face.
"Having fun down there?" She cheerfully enquired.
"Yes Ma'am, thank you." Said Paul meeting her gaze, the ridiculousness of the situation making him blush a little.
"Oh good, glad to hear it. No problems? No pain or major discomfort?" Asked Ma'am.
"No Ma'am, none at all" Paul assured her.
"Oh dear, we shall have to try harder next time then won't we." Ma'am laughed.
"I had a lovely relaxing bath. I hope the extra water didn't cause you too many problems?" Ma'am said with a broad smile.
"No Ma'am, I just need to tilt my head back a little further that's all." Uttered Paul, cursing the fact that he hadn't really allowed any wiggle room when setting the water level.
"Would you consider this pleasure or a punishment Paul?"
He had to think hard about that. There were a lot of variables that went into a decision like that and Paul wasn't sure he had an answer.
"I suppose Ma'am, that would depend on how long I was kept in here." That felt a little vague but as far as Paul was concerned, it was a genuine answer.
"Would a few hours be pleasurable?" Ma'am asked.
"Yes Ma'am, I think that would be very enjoyable" Paul responded brightly.
"How about a few days?" She enquired with the same cruel smile on her beautiful lips.
