Sally was sleeping heavily when I woke. She'd gotten in so late I hadn't even heard her climb into bed. My face looked abused. My left eye was slightly swollen shut with a small black crescent nested under it. My cheek had the slightest tint of purple and the left corner of my lip was puffy and fat. Realizing how obvious my injuries were made my penis swell.
I took a selfie and sent it to Roger, hoping he was already awake. He replied quickly.
Roger: You've never looked better.
Me: I agree, Sir. It makes me so hard thinking about you slapping me and marking my face. I feel so pathetic looking at myself. Sir, can I please, please have permission to wank my tiny cock while I look in the mirror and focus on your gift?
Roger: Did you have a cum when I fucked you last night?
Me: No Sir. I dribbled but didn't cum.
Roger: Did you wank last night after leaving here?
Me: No! No Sir, not without permission. I don't want to disappoint you Sir.
Roger: You may wank on two conditions. First, if anyone asks how you got injured you can't lie. You don't have to share every detail, but you can't say anything about how it happened that isn't true. Second, you must have your conversation with Sally about Nick before you go to work this morning.
Me: Yes Sir, I understand. I know you want me to work against my own self-interest and in order to please you, I will obey. Thank you for giving me permission to have an orgasm Sir.
Roger: Of course, I shouldn't have to say this - but as a reminder, everything that comes out of your cock in the next hour better end up in your mouth.
Oh shit, I thought. I was so distracted admiring my beaten face I hadn't taken my morning wee. Surely Roger meant just my cum. He didn't expect me to drink pee, did he? I knew I could ask for clarification, but it didn't feel right bothering him with stupid details. I was wearing the reminder on my face of what happens when a stupid sissy talks instead of listening. He did say everything. Oh god. It's fine, I'll just brush extra good afterward.
I peed into a cup. It was hard to get going because my small penis wanted to get hard. It was very full when I finished and I had to be careful not to spill. Thinking of Roger, I held the vessel to my lips and turned on my phone video camera. The golden liquid clearly visible in the transparent glass. Then I drank.
I tried not to smell my piss because I was afraid it would make me gag. I rushed it, wanting it to be over. The taste didn't really register until about the third gulp. My urine tasted awful. It had a strong pungent chemical taste. I couldn't stop though. I just wanted it to be done. When the glass was empty, I leaned over the sink and waited to puke. My stomach churned a bit, but nothing came back up.
The idea of sending that video clip to Roger made my cock swell to full capacity. I jerked my cock quickly, the horrible taste still in my mouth. I used my left hand to feel my damaged face, running my fingers over the puffy bruises as I relived Roger's abuse. Stabs of pain shot through my face when I pressed too hard. I was so horny it was like electricity was sparking between my asshole and my balls. I tingled everywhere.
I used the same glass I had pissed in to capture my cum, and without hesitation I made another video of me drinking that fluid as well. I sent the cum swallowing video to Roger first.
Me: Sir, please accept this as a token of my willingness to serve you.
Before he replied I sent the video of me debasing myself by ingesting my own pee.
Me: Sir, please allow this to demonstrate that I am trying so hard to please you by working against my own self-interests. I know this makes me truly pathetic and I welcome your scorn.
Roger: You're a loser.
I was finishing my breakfast when Sally woke. I could hear her using the bathroom and as she sprayed her water into the toilet, I wondered how she would feel about me if I asked her to fill my glass so I could serve her as well. Something to keep in mind I thought. I drank the last of my coffee from the same glass I'd pissed in as she entered the kitchen.
Sally: What the fuck happened to your face?
Me: It's not that bad is it?
Sally: It looks like you walked into the middle of a boxing match. Who did that to your face.
Me: I did, so to speak. I mean, I caused it. I asked for it.
Sally: You sissy freak, what have you done now?
Me: Last night Roger was being very nice to me and making me feel really good with his cock in my ass and I acted foolishly. I talked out of turn. I could see it bothered him so I asked him to forgive me and also to punish me. I wanted to make sure I learned from my punishment so I asked him to slap me so hard that my faced would be bruised up for everyone to see what a foolish loud mouth I'd been.
Sally: He did a good job. That black eye won't go away for a week at least. You better hope it clears up before the wedding or you'll look like a battered spouse in all the wedding photos.
Me: Well, that would serve me right. Would you mind sitting dear? There's something I want to talk to you about.
Sally: OK? What's this about then?
Me: The other night you made it clear that you no longer want me to act in a manly way with you. Ur... that is to say you don't want us to have normal sexual intercourse. I've been thinking about how selfish I've been, pursuing my sexual desires, and how supportive you've been. What I'm getting at I guess, is I want to make sure your needs are met and I know I can't meet them for you, so... um... you should probably ah... find someone who is manly enough to service you.
Sally: Is this part of some fantasy to make your little dick hard? Farming me out to strange men so you can feel submissive?
Me: No, Sally. That's the last thing I want. In fact, the reason I got beat up was because I talked back to Roger when he said the right thing to do was make sure you feel open to see other men. He said you deserve it because I have never been good enough for you in bed and you're so beautiful you deserve to be sexually satisfied. Honestly the last thing I want is for you to be intimate with someone else. I know that sounds selfish. You deserve to be fucked properly.
Sally: Actually, you're right. I'm not getting what I need, and honestly, I haven't gotten it from you in a very long time, maybe ever. So now what, I start hunting for a boyfriend? How do I do that? Online dating?
Me: I was thinking maybe you could start with someone you already know. Someone you're comfortable with. Like that guy Nick form your office.
Sally: Hahaha, oh my god! Nick? You hate Nick. You get all grumpy and butt hurt any time I bring him up.
Me: He did flirt with you right in front of my face. And you flirted right back while I was standing directly next to you. But that's kind of why I thought you might have a bit of a crush on him.
Sally: He is very handsome, and he wears those tight slacks on his sexy ass. It's funny you brought him up. Because if you were to ask me of all the people we know, who would I consider cheating on you with, I would probably have thought of him. The way he's always flirting with me and dropping innuendos.
Me: Do you think he would be up for it? I mean, if you gave him the signal that it might be ok for things to go further, would he take them further?
Sally: Without a doubt. Absolutely.
Me: So, do you maybe want to have a go with him.
