The next morning bitch got out of bed, moaning as the cock in her ass reminded her it still existed. She needed to pee and shit, looking for her phone, finally finding it where it had fallen on the floor, texting Mistress for permission to use the toilet. She could hear her heart beating as she waited, sitting naked on the bed, the dildo stuffed so far into her butt she could barely feel it against the bed. A vacuum could be heard on the other side of the closed bedroom door, alerting her the maid had already arrived.
The maid worked two days a week, Tuesdays and Fridays, and she usually had to spend the day to do the work. Neither occupant of the house took any care to pick up their own messes, did dishes or laundry, always leaving it for the middle-aged maid to do since she was paid to do so. That the maid didn't think she was paid enough to do the work but needed the paycheck didn't matter. Right now, Linda Duffy was wishing the maid wasn't working in case Mistress desired her bitch to do her business outside.
A text came back, telling her to be on camera in ten minutes. Bitch clenched as she realized she could hardly hold it in now. At least Mistress responded with a time frame, bitch partially worried Mistress might not until hours from now as was her right.
Ten minutes later the phone was propped up, bitch in place, waiting patiently as much as her needy body allowed, for Mistress to come on. Mistress came to the screen, smiling, wishing bitch a good morning, bitch wishing Mistress a good morning in return.
"Okay, bitch, repeat of yesterday. Show me you remember how to be obedient."
Bitch thanked Mistress as she turned to show the cock in her ass, showed the camera as she kept twisting with her fingers to get it far enough out to grip, pulling it slowly out, already aware yanking only hurt more. As soon as it cleared, bitch moved to straddle the bowl, seat already up, trying to not go until Mistress approved.
"You're looking desperate, bitch. Did you overdo last night?"
"Bitch is not aware, Mistress, only that she needs to go urgently."
"Like urgently as to go outside and do it in the yard?"
Bitch paled visibly.
"Please, Mistress, please let bitch go here. The maid is here today, and bitch would have to crawl past her and have her stare as bitch went. Please, Mistress, may bitch do it here?"
"What will bitch do for Mistress if Mistress is generous to allow this?"
"Anything! Please, Mistress, bitch will do whatever Mistress wants! Please!"
"Fine, piss only for now."
Bitch reached to push her finger against her ass to prevent an accident as she pissed in full view of the camera while sucking on the dildo showing obvious streaks of where it had been.
"Stop pissing, suck twice, take a shit only."
The pissing stopped, bitch sucking twice more on the cleaner dildo and the bathroom sounded loud as she emptied her bowels into the bowl. God, this was humiliating to the arrogant woman, so degrading and humiliating, so horrible her body showed obvious signs of arousal.
The sounds stopped, the bowl covered with her wastes.
"Good, bitch. Now, finish pissing."
Bitch finished going to the bathroom on camera, her body aroused to the point she felt flush. Her nipples were hard points, her thighs gleaming in the light as her pussy showed moisture.
"Bitch, roll the cock around your ass and into your hole and then suck it clean again. Do this three times or until it comes back clean."
Bitch didn't put any thought into the action, doing as told automatically as she moved the solid plastic device on her ass and then into herself, that being on camera as well before she turned to show she was sucking it clean. She felt fortunate she was coming back clean after only two times of sucking the cock clean.
"Good job, bitch. You love this so much you want to cum?"
She moaned at the idea, her body so ready.
"Yes, Mistress, please, may bitch have permission to cum? Please, Mistress, you have bitch so aroused, treating it as she loves to be treated, please, Mistress, please allow it to go over the edge."
Charlie noted the switches between the pronouns even as she noted the desperation in the voice. Master was again correct, making Charlie shake her head. She thought she was good with people, Master out did her in every turn.
"Show me what you are wearing today."
Not getting released, bitch flushed the toilet before taking the phone to the bedroom to set up against a pillow before getting a short dress out of the closet. It wasn't hard to decide, Master didn't like pants or shorts on his bitches in case he wanted to play with them. Bitches didn't like pants or shorts in case Master wanted to play with them. It was workable to them all.
At the end, bitch wore sneakers instead of sandals, the short dress, a leash and collar in her hands. She thanked Mistress for not forcing her to wear the combo in the house with the maid, Mistress telling her she would pay for the privilege later, bitch thanking Mistress for her punishment before she even knew what it would entail.
Her day set out, bitch took the phone to the kitchen where she put cereal in a bowl, made sure the maid was in another room and setting the bowl on the counter, used her hands to keep her hair out of her face, showing the camera how she ate from the bowl like a bitch, lapping at a smaller bowl of water. By the time Mistress was off the phone, bitch's legs were wet as she dripped her arousal. She couldn't wait to see how she had to eat her lunch later.
At eleven, Ronnie sent the video, offering seven punishments for his transgressions, punishments he didn't want but deserved for his bad attitude. He was actually scared of three of them, but most of what he read was spankings or such that seemed too tame for such an issue as disobedience and disrespect for Miss Charlie.
At noon sharp, skipping a meeting, Ronnie knocked on the door. After a minute, Miss Charlie opened it, pushed a paper bag into him, and closed the door. Ronnie blinked, trying to decide what to do when his phone went off. He looked to see Miss Charlie informing him to strip, put his stuff into the bag, and kneel, the bag held between his teeth, the bag off the ground. If he was not like this when she opened the door, Ronald was not coming inside.
Ronald.
Ronnie moaned as the pain in his head came and went at the name. He stripped in the hallway, not caring who came along, naked and kneeling in less than a minute. The door opened, Miss Charlie looking at him for several seconds, making sure the butt plug was in his naked ass before moving aside for him to crawl inside her apartment.
He set the bag by the door as instructed, eager to show Miss Charlie he was a good boy for her, a good boy for the woman who owned him, a concept only now slowly dawning on him. If he wasn't so aroused at obeying the girl with the beautiful and sexy cock, he'd leave but, well, that would sort of destroy the overall pleasures he had when around Miss Charlie or obeying her even when she wasn't around.
Ronnie had to fuck his ass with the dildo, cock, as he begged to show Miss Charlie how he could obey and how much he loved cock in his ass. Charlie didn't respond, thinking Master wanted the couple comfortable with being ass fucked in the next three days and for whatever the reason might be, Charlie didn't want to let Master down. She'd have them prepared if she had to order them to prove they fucked their own asses five minutes out of every hour for every hour from now until Master had them at the cabin he alluded to.
Charlie watched, bored at the mundane action of Ronnie huffing at his trying to fuck his own ass with a butt plug. To him, it was exciting, to her, it was boring. Time to perk it up a bit.
She had him crawl to the couch, stay on all fours with his face held above the space between the cushions. Carrying plastic gloves, Charlie had him turn his head to see her stroke her cock, making it erect, watching Ronnie's face as he moaned in delight, hopeful she'd use that beautiful cock on him. He longed to suck it, longed to taste its French vanilla cream, to feel the smoothness inside his mouth like before. Instead, Miss Charlie had him face the cushions as she moved behind him.
Donning the gloves, she reached between his legs, holding his ball sac gently, almost massaging it, listening to Ronnie give moans of pleasure.
"Did Ronald remember his disrespect?"
Ow, his head hurt even as Ronnie nodded.
"Yes, Miss Charlie, Ronnie remembers it being disrespectful to Miss Charlie. Ronnie remembers it still needs to be punished for that disrespect, Miss Charlie."
Charlie nodded as she knelt on one knee off to the side, her hand still massaging the sac. Ronnie obviously viewed the sites for his reply was more coherent and complete than his usual ones. His list of punishments had seven, all a lot more severe than she thought he could handle, but she did like his enthusiasm for wanting to be punished for upsetting her.
