Part 3 - Claudia Gets Put in Her Place
Eventually Claudia was taken out to a large barn behind the house, it was spacious enough inside to house about 8 cows at the far end. The smell was putrid as a result, but in the grand scheme of things she was about to be shit on, she hoped, by the Mistress.
Claudia was ushered to a steel trough, the kind farm animals feed and drink out of, but this one had clearly been customized. That was glaringly obvious by the retractable toilet seat fixed to one end. Inside at each end she could see a pair of wrist/ankle clamps and about 4 brackets with accompanying bolts welded to the floor directly under the toilet seat. One pair of brackets was slightly taller than the other, but they both seemed to flank where the head should sit. Claudia was nervous about what some of these additions were for.
Small spots of rust and stains on the trough's steel betrayed a previous usage. It also tilted downward towards the head. Claudia guessed it was so feces and urine would flow down toward the slave's head.
Clever, she thought. Clearly this was where she would be secured and she was uncomfortable. Claudia assumed that she would be made to lie in a bathtub with the freedom to move if necessary. A little naΓ―ve now that she thought about it, considering she replied to an ad for a toilet 'slave'.
"What?" asked the Mistress as though she'd read Claudia's mind.
"Did you think you would get the privilege of being inside my house? You really are a dumb little cunt, aren't you?"
Every time Claudia so much as invited the idea of speaking up, her courage was washed away by Mistress Eva and her timely words.
"Your place is here with the cows," she confirmed.
Mistress Eva snatched the panties from Claudia's mouth, slid them back on over the chastity belt; re-hooking them onto Claudia's frilly suspenders. She then spun Claudia around and pulled her panties inward to display the twin moons of Claudia's petite, well rounded ass. To ensure her cute behind remained on show, Mistress Eva tucked the panties in under the chastity belt.
"Aw, don't you look fucking adorable! Don't worry, soon you will literally be decorated as the worthless piece of shit that you are," mocked the Mistress.
Claudia could tell the Mistress was having fun now as she shoved her into the trough and lied her down face up and dressed as she was in heels, lingerie, and chastity belt. The trough was an iron mattress of ice against her back and exposed buttocks. Mistress Eva cradled Claudia's head, resting it between the 2 pairs of welded brackets. Claudia was worried by many things, among them was the very plausible prospect of a long trip back to London wearing a torn dress and shit stained lingerie and shoes. Her favorite shoes! These overwhelming and growing concerns left her paradoxically mute.