Just as the class started to break, one of the women said, "Great, I really need to pee!"
"Wait a minute," Mistress Elaine announced. "We can use this as part of our training. It's called "Human Toilet".
A plastic tarp was placed on the floor and I was positioned on top of it, on my back and ordered under punishment of canning, not to close my mouth. The woman needing to pee and any others so inclined were then invited to urinate on me to further add to my humiliation.
My Mistress then said, "Golden showers help demonstrate to the little sissy, just how insignificant she really is. It is also a fun thing to do. Enjoy ladies."
I was then hit by four streams of golden liquid splattering on my face, chest, genitals and legs. It seemed to go on forever. The participants and their companions laughed hysterically at this.
I just tried to keep from swallowing as much of the urine as possible but quite a bit went into my nose and mouth and some down my throat.
When it was finally over, I was soaked from head to toe and reeked of piss. I was then wrapped in a towel and taken away by assistants to be cleaned up.
I felt completely demoralized. The two assistants had me strip and shower my entire body and hair. They kept referring to me as a little sissy bitch and pinched my genitals, bottom and nipples as they toweled me dry.
I was then dressed in a sexy pink maid's uniform. My hair was combed into twin-side ponytails, secured with pink ribbons and my makeup reapplied to make me look more whorish than before.
I was then paraded in front of the women who were having lunch at a large round table. I was told my lunch was under the table and when I crawled underneath it to see, I became aware that none of the ladies were wearing anything from the waist down.
It was clear what "lunch" I was intended to have and I soon set busy at my task of eating each of the women's pussies until they came or pushed me away with their feet.
I was amazed at the variety of different smells, tastes and responses the eleven different women had. Soon my face became numb and my jaw and tongue started to ache. I was proud however at how many of the women I was able to bring to orgasm.
After finally completing my task, I was taken into a restroom and my cum-smeared face was cleaned and my makeup reapplied.
I was then taken back to main room where I noticed a tall, good-looking, well built black man was sitting next to my wife.
They seemed to be enjoying each other's company thoroughly and soon began to French kiss and explore each other's bodies with their hands.
I felt a mixture of jealousy and arousal at the site of my wife's display of wantonness. She was moaning and laughing, completely oblivious to what effect it might have on me.
I felt helpless to do anything about it. Here I was, a canned, broken, sissy maid watching my wife being seduced by a black man. I had tears in my eyes and an erection protruding from my frilly panties.
Jus t then I heard Mistress Elaine's voice. "We now have reached the next stage of her training. Our little sissy must endure the humiliation of seeing a real man satisfy his wife in a ways she cannot. It is important to involve her at this stage to further degrade and demoralize her.
I had noted that all reference to me were in the feminine tense. I was no longer considered a man, just a little sissy, neither male nor female.
Picking up my mistress' cue, my wife said, "Come here darling and undress me for this beautiful man. Show him what he is about to enjoy and you will never again have.
Tearfully, I approached them knowing that I was expected to assist them in my own humiliation. I undid her blouse and unhooked her bra, exposing her beautiful, ample breasts.
