Warning; this story is about female domination, oral sex, urine ingestion and some reference to scat. If any of these topics disgust you, do not bother to read further. If any of these topics interest you, I would appreciate any feedback you may have.
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I pushed people out of the way, trying to get off the bus. I couldn't afford to be late; Mistress Karla would punish me in painful ways that I did not want to ever suffer again. I hurried to her building and let myself in with my key. My own key. I'm on the way to gaining the status I yearn for; that of her Personal Slave. Only her Personal Slave has the privilege of touching her gorgeous body. She is movie star pretty, firm C cup breasts that stand out with tight nipples. Her legs are long and firm like a dancer's legs, and her ass is athletic; her buttocks so firm that I imagine she could crush a man's nose or break his jaw if he wedged his face in between them, which is one of my personal goals.
The first step is to prove yourself as a willing and obedient toilet slave, enduring whatever kink Mistress Karla is in the mood for. This was my third attempt to advance to the next step. A toilet slave may serve for a long time before becoming her Personal Slave; there can only be one male Personal Slave, but several female assistants.
Mona is one of the current female assistants, a girl with huge breasts, heavy thighs and a hairy bush. Doreen is more slender, blonde with small breasts and a shaved pussy. Shannon is brunette with average breasts, a tight ass. The hair on her mound is shaved in the form of a heart.
I rushed to the lower level of Mistress Karla's apartment, undressed quickly and attached the cuffs to my ankles and one wrist. Chains anchored to the wall have cuffs for ankles and wrists so that sitting or lying down, I can only keep my hands near my sides. If I try to stand, it must be in a crouch or bending over.
Mona entered and silently attached the other wrist. Doreen and Shannon followed Mona down the stairs and the three women waited for our Mistress. The female assistants wore bras that pushed their breasts up and together for maximum cleavage. Each of them wore thigh high stockings and heels. Mistress Karla never wore more than her black very high heels. Hearing the women walk around on the cold tile floor was enough to give me an erection.
When I applied to be Mistress Karla's Personal Slave, I was required to list every little thing about women that arouse me. Her goal would be to tease and push me beyond my normal boundaries, to suffer frustration at the highest level, while being denied release for a long time and until I had satisfied the kinky needs and entertainment of the women. That, and serving her female assistants would prove my loyalty to her.
Mona, the meanest of the female assistants, leaned over and whispered to me. "I've been drinking all afternoon, slave, you're gonna drown in my piss today."
Mistress Karla came down the stairs, her heels clicking on the steps, adding to my arousal. The sight of her long naked legs approaching made my cock ache. I could not take my eyes away from the dark patch between her legs. This was worth every penny I paid her.