Author's note, this part doesn't do much to forward the story but I assure you there will be more character development etc, in the coming parts. Again I had such little time to edit and write, but i know I needed this chapter to be out. I really want to continue this story but time is going to be an issue. So please excuse any mistakes. Also as always feel free to leave feedback, comments and constructive criticism. This chapter does contain water sports and some other, i want to say intense, humiliation, so if that's not your cup of tea, you've been warned, lol. Otherwise enjoy.
----Chapter Five----
I took hours to fall asleep that night, without my phone, any clock and any window I had no concept of time in that room, all I knew is that by 7 Diana would wake me up but that morning I was woken up again by the smell of her panties on my face. I decided to get out of bed with my panty clad face, I walked down the hall and saw Diana's room open, so I figured she would be downstairs. Sure enough she was in the living room, in yoga pants and a tank top, she was filling her water bottle.
"Glad to see my panties stayed on all night," she said laughing, "Come here let me take those off."
I happily walked over when she took out her phone and snapped a picture of my face.
"Don't worry honey, I'll keep this one between us," she joked, before removing her disgusting panties from my face. Then she leaned closer than took a whiff of my face.
"Wow you stink, that smell really soaked into your face, bet you were just itching to play with yourself last night," she said before removing my chastity belt.
"I've take out what I want for breakfast, it's on the counter, go take a shower and clean yourself up, then come down here and make breakfast for us, oh and don't forget to take your pill," and with that last note she went to get her shoes from my room and she left.
I took a lot of pleasure from washing my face and skin, brushing my teeth and using mouth wash. I felt like a brand new person, and most importantly I smelled great. I couldn't shower for too long though as I had to make breakfast before she returned. She left five slices of toast, about eight pieces of bacon and about four eggs. Seemed like too much for just the two of us but she had a pretty big appetite. Although it didn't make much sense with her trying to lose weight.
Soon after I was done with breakfast she reached back from her run, sweat dripping off her glistening body. She dived right in, taking three slices of toast, three eggs and four slices of bacon, but to my surprise she only ate about half of her food.
"Hey slut I'm full but I'm not going to let this food go to waste, make sure to eat my left overs and the rest of this food. I've gotta shower and change because I have some important meetings. I might be back late ok, but I'll bring home dinner, I've left a list of chores for you to do, on and one last thing," she said, bringing the chastity belt for me, "let me put this back on, and give you your bells."
"But what if I need to pee," I protested.
"Address me properly slut," she said.
"Sorry mistress, but what if I need to pee, mistress," I said with resentment in my mind.
"Fair point, well if you do need to pee and you can't wait, then go ahead but make sure and clean up your mess before I get home, otherwise you will be punished, I don't want my house smelling like piss," and with that she was off.
I got started with her list of tedious, mindless chores like the good slave I was supposed to be. My nipples hard and my pussy rubbing again the chastity belt. Minutes turned to hours, I drank my shakes and took some breaks in between and before I knew it, it was evening. I was tired and I really really needed to pee. But I sweated a lot throughout the day so I guess that's why the urge now hit me.
I even had to drink a third shake waiting on her, I really didn't want to but I had no idea when she would be back with dinner. This only made my need to pee worse. It was holding up my pee for the last three hours. And it was getting unbearable. I paced up and down till I heard the door unlock. "Thank God," I thought to myself.
"Look who couldn't wait for her mistress to return," she said.
"Please mistress can you take off my belt I really need to pee." I begged.
"Well if you really needed to pee I think you would've already don't you?" she asked.
I just continued my begging, "Please take it off, I really have to go."
"How about I give you a choice, you can get me off right here right now and then I will take off your belt, or you can wait for me to shower and then get me off and I'll take off your belt, I did go gym after my meeting just to warn you I worked up quite a sweat, but I can take really long in the shower." She said, "It's your choice."
"Ok I'll do it now mistress," I said.
"That doesn't sound like someone who is dying to eat my pussy," she said smirking.
"Please mistress can I eat out your pussy," I said as convincingly as I could.
"Oh that's more like it, I'm really wet now lezzie." She said as she kicked off her shoes, pulled off her socks, and pulled down her pants and thong.
Then she just gestured "come here," at her pussy and I dropped on my knees and buried my face in there.
I was lapping up her juices like it was an ice cream and I was flicking her clit like if it were a cherry. I didn't care how sweaty or salty it was, I just needed to get her off fast. But she was taking forever, how could she take this long I thought to myself. I got her off so quick the night before.
My bladder felt like it was going to burst, I tried not to think about how badly I needed to pee but it was hard. I could tell she was getting closer though, her body was twitching, her moans were getting louder, but without even realizing it pee flooded out of me and pooled all around me. My knees and feet were drenched in my own piss; her feet were also in my puddle.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing slave. Look at the mess you've made, and on my gorgeous feet," she said furiously, "You're going to clean them up this instant."
She sat down on the bar stool in the kitchen and lifted her feet in the air in front my face.
"Lick it clean," she said.
"Please don't make me do that, I can't," I said, with tears in my eyes.
"You know our agreement lezzie, it's your choice if you want to give up everything," she replied.
Feeling embarrassed and grossed out at the same time I began to lick my own piss from her feet. It tasted disgusting, it smelt like piss and it didn't help that her feet were sweaty to begin with.
After I cleaned one of her feet, she bent over to my level and removed my chastity belt. It was a little late for that I thought, but kept quiet.
With one foot now clean, she raised the other foot to my lips. I tried my best not to gag. Sucking her toes like a cock, hearing my bells ringing as I motioned my head back and forth. But soon I felt her foot rubbing against my clit, it felt amazing, but I tried not to acknowledge it. I kept licking her feet and sucking her toes but I was constantly pausing to take in the amazing feeling happening between my legs.
She was fingering her own pussy at the same time as well.
"Don't stop," she said as her body contracted, "Oh fuck, o, oh oh, ohh ohhh f...fu...ff...ahhhhhh," she came to a screaming orgasm.
I myself was close, her big toe in my mouth still I just waited for my own orgasm without even thinking about the situation or who was doing it.
But the feeling disappeared without warning after she had gotten hers. I opened my eyes to see that she had stood up, and I quickly changed my facial expression hoping she didn't realize I was enjoying it.
"Get up and clean up this mess, I'm going to have a shower, and when you're done cleaning you're going to have one too, you smell horrendous." She said, before making her way upstairs.
I finished mopping up my mess and made sure to even use bleach so the smell would be gone. Then I eagerly went up and took a long shower.
When I dried off I went back outside to see if I could finally rest in peace for the night. I tried to block out what just happened in my mind as I walked downstairs.
"Good you're here," she said, "I brought dinner for us, I already had mine, but I couldn't eat it out so I just put my leftovers in your box, I trust that you'll eat it out, after all you must be starving."
Not wanting to go through the whole drama of justifying my third shake I just decided to pretend I was hungry and eat it anyway. It was fried chicken after all, I loved fried chicken.
"Yes mistress I'm hungry," I said.
"Good because you've got a lot to eat, I'll be in the living room watching some Netflix, come show me the box when you're finished." She insisted.
I opened the box to find four pieces of chicken, my portion of fries and half of her fries and a biscuit. I couldn't believe she wanted me to eat that much food, it was absurd, but I didn't really have a choice she could see me from the living room. I forced and forced till it was just about done. After stuffing down all that food I was stuffed, and bloated I almost couldn't get off the chair. She seemed overly pleased that I ate out the food but I couldn't go to my room just yet, she made me give her a massage for at least twenty minutes before she told me I could go to bed for the night.
----Chapter Six----
The mornings were all the same, the routine of the last few days were all similar. I would get up make breakfast, eat her leftovers, take my pill, do her house work, drink my shakes. It was almost monotonous if wasn't for the new tortures she threw in every day. Some were creative others were based on what I wrote in my diary.
