"What the fuck happened here?" he demanded as his hot form stood in the doorway.
She could have died right then and there. She had urinated herself the night before bound in his scene playing his love slave when he left her alone for the night. Now it was judgment time.
"Who told you that you could piss on my floor?" he hollered. "That is fucking disgusting!"
She lost it and started to sob like she never had. Of all the people to do this in front of, the person she wants to look her best for. She still laid there like he had left her last night, bound, spread eagle in his walk-in closet, gagged, and alone, however now a huge wet spot was obvious between her legs.
He took the gag out of her mouth as she gasped for breath and the tears rolled down her cheeks. He undid her binds and watched her lay still, sobbing, instead of the usual stretching she would do after being freed.
He left the closet and left her to her humiliation.
Her soul was crushed. She wanted to pack her shit in her truck and leave so bad, but she had signed up for this and she was not one to quit.
He returned later with a scrub brush and can of carpet cleaner to find her in the same way he left her. He almost felt sorry for her, but that was not his job right now. She was very close to being broken and he was going to see this to the end. He had warned her if she came here she was all his to do with what he saw fit. He embraced his role.
"Clean it up. And don't look me in the eyes until I tell you to," he barked before walking out of the closet in disgust.
She got on her hands and knees and scrubbed up the pee she had let free on his carpet and cried her heart out.
"Why do I always have to screw up everything good in my life?" She questioned herself.
"How could I let this happen? He surely hates me now," she thought as her tears ran off her face onto the urine soaked carpet she was trying to clean up.
When it was all cleaned up she went to the living room with her head down to find him drinking his morning coffee and TV.
"I have cleaned up my mess and I am very sorry. Will you please forgive me?" she uncharacteristically begged, playing her role and also genuinely mortified at what she had done as she knelt in front of him with her head hung low.
"Go out to the back patio and wait for me," he said in a matter of fact tone without looking up.
If she were a dog her tail would have been between her legs as she walked the walk of shame to her punishment. She sat on the hard stone floor of the patio waiting for him and his commands. She waited for what seemed like forever. The noon sun was coming up and it was getting hot out. He was obviously making her sit there and think about what she did, and conversely think about what he was going to do in retribution.
She was not only scared at the thought of what he may come up with, she felt she deserved everything he gave to her because she felt like such a loser for not being able to control her own body.
Finally he walked out the door to her naked body that was anticipating her punishment, grabbed her hair close to the scalp and looked at her face that was directed not to look him in the eye.
"Open your mouth," he commanded.
She complied, she would have done anything at this point, and opened her mouth wide as he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his giant cock.
CHOKE. RAM.GAG.
His hard, huge cock met the back of her throat like a dager. He forcefully pulled her hair hard and began to violently face fuck her out on his patio. His dick being forced into her mouth and throat made her gag. At one point she even kind of threw up in her own mouth but quickly swallowed it along with his monster cock.
He looked down and watched his faithful tool impale her face with such force he was sure his cock might just poke out of the back of her skull. Her tear stained face accepted his abuse willfully. To him there was nothing sexier in the world than his love slave at this moment. There was nothing she would not do for him. Not only because she wanted to please him, but because she really liked this shit too and right now really felt like she deserved to be punished.
She took the repeated thrusts of his hard cock down her throat like a champ. She loved when he face fucked her. As usual, she could not explain it; she just loved his domination and making him feel so good. It turned her on so much to turn him on. Her clit started to tickle as she felt him tense up and get ready to spray his seed all over her tonsils. He grabbed the back of her head forcefully and shoved her face hard against his throbbing cock. Her forehead slammed against his stomach as her chin hit his balls. His rock hard, big member was suddenly violently raping her esophagus. In and out at lightening speed, she couldn't catch her breath fast enough. She was sure her face lips were going to be bruised at the force they were getting pounded.
"AAARRRGGG," he moaned loudly as her shamed pussy became instantly soaked at the sounds of his pleasure and his load shot down her throat. She started to grind the air. She was so turned on at turning him on she couldn't help it. It was almost better to her to make him feel good than for her to be made to feel good by him. Almost.
Suddenly he ripped her face off his cock and barked, "Get down the steps and lie, spread eagle again, ten feet from the garden."
She walked down the stairs onto the grass, naked, and noticed the tent stakes in the ground.
She lay down on the grass as instructed and waited.
The grass felt very weird against her naked body. Prickly, but yet soft. Cool to the touch despite the rising temperature outside.
"Perfect. Stay still or else," he growled.
She felt her wrists being roped and secured to two opposite stakes. It didn't matter how much she felt bad about herself, she loved seeing him tie her up. There was just something very sexy about it. Her legs were quickly bound to stakes as well, leaving her spread eagle in his back yard, naked on the grass. She was stretched as far as her limbs would allow, and then a little more. Almost instantly her muscles began to ache.
"Open your mouth again," he commanded.
She did and knew what was coming as he placed the very familiar ball gag back into her mouth.
"I would blindfold you, except I want you to see what is happening for your punishment," he confidently said as he stood over her lawn bound body.
Her big, pink nipples, punctuated by stainless, pointed up to the sky, her arms pulled so tight her muscles were defined, her legs pulled so far apart she was almost doing the splits, the sun beating down on her wide open gash. Her face was red and swollen from crying earlier, but with her long hair spilled around her on his lawn she still looked beautiful to him. He smiled at the sight of her with a mischievous grin.
"Oh and by the way, DON'T EVER PISS ON MY FLOOR AGAIN!" He yelled at her as he unzipped his pants again, grabbed his cock, pulled it out and pissed all over her tits and stomach.
She was shocked! What she did, she could not help. Why would he do this to her?
His body temperature piss hit her tits and she bucked in protest. As it came into contact with her body small bits splashed up and hit her in the chin narrowly missing her mouth. His piss ran over her pierced tits, down her stomach, to the sides of her body. She felt filthy and degraded like never before.
"Enjoy! You're out here for a while. I have a couple of buddies coming over that I need to entertain. I'll be out to check out on you when I feel like it," he stated without emotion.
With that he gave it a few shakes, zipped up, turned and walked away.
She felt so little and unimportant at that point. How could he do this to her? She knew it was all part of the game, but WOW. It stung. Maybe her decision to come here wasn't the right one. Maybe he really didn't care about her after all. She knew she was going to be tested, but this was far beyond her expectations. This was a bit extreme.
She lay there contemplating her feelings for him and her current predicament as the sun came to its high noon position and shone directly over her. She wished he had blindfolded her to protect her eyes. The sun beat down on her and she started to sweat profusely. Her mouth was becoming very parched. His piss dried on her skin, its pungent odor wafting up to her nose. She felt like throwing up.
Suddenly she heard the sound of two motorcycles coming up the long drive in the front of his house in the country.
"He wasn't kidding. He really was having friends over while I am like this!" She thought to herself as tears welled up in her eyes. Was she wrong to trust him with everything she had?
By this time she was not sure what he was planning, it was as if she didn't know him at all. Terror gripped her as many scenarios came into her head involving the things he may do to her in front of them, or worse yet, let them do to her. She tried to pull her arms out of their demonic binds. They would not budge. She couldn't really move her legs. They were stretched so far that her muscles had pretty much given out at this point. Her heart pounded and her mind raced while she tried, unsuccessfully, to gain her freedom. She knew better that to try to scream. Even if she could manage a muffled scream it would bring their attention to her for sure.
She could hear the sounds of their laughter and voices through the open windows. They sounded like they were having a lot of fun doing whatever guys do. She imagined they were probably having a few beers and telling exaggerated man stories.
She had a view of his guest bathroom window, and all of a sudden she caught a glimpse of a tall, blonde haired, scruffy looking guy in the window. She heard the tell tale splashing sound and knew he was standing at the commode peeing. She became still and scared, if she could see them they could see her!
Just when she thought she was almost free and clear, she saw him glance out the window and then do a double take as he saw her. Their eyes met and horror washed over her. She had no idea who this person was and now he had a view of every inch of her private-ness in her most humiliating moment.
