Diane was pinching his nose with her asshole to wake him up. He opened his mouth as she started to pee.
"Another close call slave. Eggs, sunny side up, toast and coffee."
She went to take a shower.
He was getting out of the bedroom.
"Slave come here." Bridget ordered.
"On your back! I need to pee."
She straddled his head looking toward his feet. He was looking at her gorgeous ass lowering toward his face. She liked to sit on his face smothering him. Making him squirm.
"I want scrambled eggs this morning." She said standing up.
He used the toilet, shaved and started the coffee.
Diane was wearing a bright red mini dress with matching high heels. Bridget had a dark marine business suit with black heels.
He was trying to get an erection despite of his belt.
Diane sat on his face. He was in the dark so he concentrated on rimming her.
"Thank you for your hospitality. I am starting to feel better. I do not miss my ex boyfriend as much. Well, I still miss the best part of him but your slave with his new toy is doing a good job at replacing that." She said smiling.
"You are welcome. You can stay for as long as you wish." Diane said.
"I know but at some point in time I will have to go back to my routine. Mind you I will miss abusing your slave. Maybe I should get one for myself?" Bridget said.
"You can visit anytime." Diane said.
Diane had fed him a small stool.
"Clean me." She ordered as her eyes caught sight of his dog bowl on the floor.
She squeezed his tongue so hard in her asshole that he screamed. He was in pain his tongue was so sore. He did not know she could hurt him that way.
"Slave you disobeyed me yesterday. You have not started on your new diet. Go wait for me in the exercise room face down on the bench!" Diane ordered.
"Can I help you with the whip?" Bridget asked.
"Sure aim for his ass and do not hold back. I want his ass to be sore for a week." Diane said.
They join him in the exercise room. He had hoped that she would have forgotten that diet. He did not want to eat dog food.
Bridget was looking forward to this. She delivered the first blow. He screamed. She took off her damp panties and stuffed them in his mouth.
He felt the pain go through him all the way up to his brain. The pain from the second blow was worse than the first. It ran through his nerves and invaded places he did not know of. It was like the sea demolishing a sand castle, relentless and powerful. The third blow had him sobbing. The fourth one gave him the impression that he was drowning in pain. After the fifth one he nearly fainted. The skin of his ass cheek had broken under the force of the last hit.
Bridget was breathing hard. She had loved hitting him. It felt so good hearing his muffled screams and then breaking his skin on the last blow was like the proverbial cherry on a sundae. Too bad she had to leave for work.
Diane ordered;
"Take the panties out of your mouth. I had thought of letting you put ketchup on your food. You can forget it. You will have it without anything else."
She was mad at herself for forgetting to start him on his new diet yesterday. She was sure that he would remind her this afternoon. She left for work.
He doused his ass with cold water and put some disinfectant on his wound. He was sure that it would leave a scar.
He had dried up his tears. Pain was not for him and he hated crying like that. He started on his chores.
Diane walked in the kitchen. A can of dog food was on the counter. Good he wanted to be sure not to forget his meal as yesterday she thought. She called him:
"Slave. Meal time."
He went to the kitchen and greeted his Mistress.
As he was kissing her asshole, she said:
"You are to eat it all and keep it down. If you do not it will be ten strokes delivered by Bridget. Am I clear?" Diane asked him.
He nodded his head in her ass. He had endured enough pain for one day he did not want more. He got up and opened the can and emptied it in his bowl.
"Put your bowl on the floor. You are to eat that like a dog on all four." She ordered.
He took a bite. It tasted like raw meat. He hated the taste of raw meat. On all four bending down he took a second bite. That position was making it harder for him to keep it in. He sat on his heels and burp.
"You are to stay on all four until you have licked your bowl clean." She told him.
He realized that eating it in that position would be a bigger challenge than he had anticipated. He was already nauseous after only two bites.
He tried to breathe only in between bites when his head was further away from the bowl. He gagged.
"Stop that! Remember you are forbidden to throw up. Hurry up, I need to pee." Diane said.
She was enjoying the sight of the lines on his ass left by the whip. She had liked watching Bridget whip him. Maybe she could punished him more often.
She was letting him eat slowly after all it was his first real meal since Friday.
He concentrated on the mental images of her cunt. The pain from his cage was distracting him. He was half way through his dreaded meal.
"Come on! I will take off your cage after." Diane urged him.
He heaved and tried to increase his concentration on the images in his mind even if he could not get an erection.
He was trying to remember the folds in her labia. How he sucked them in his mouth to moved to her vagina and then back to her clitoris. That he would slowly lick before whipping it with his tongue pushing her closer to her orgasm. How he would be drinking her delicious juices. How he enjoyed giving her pleasure.
"You did it! I knew you could do it." He heard her say.
"Now lick the bowl clean and rollover." Diane ordered.
