Note: Pure fantasy. On the one hand, part of me would like to be utterly used like this. On the other hand, the more sensible part of me knows this would be a bad, bad idea. Little bit of everything in this one, including some toilet sex. I suggest you check the story tags. On with the depravity...
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I had screwed up.
I knew it, and dreaded what was to come because of it. But as bad as I imagined it might be, I truly had no idea.
I had disappointed my Mistress. I won't go into the details, doesn't really matter. Suffice it to say, I had orders, I failed to follow those orders, and, as Mistress put it, 'my ass is forfeit'.
She made me wait all week for my punishment. Part of me feared it, part of me looked forward to it. Her punishments could be painful, to be sure, but the submissive depravity loving slave in me also craved them, turning the pain into sexual excitement.
On Friday afternoon, I received a text. 'I will be at your house at 6pm tonite. Be shaved and showered, but no enema. Paint your finger and toenails Passion Pink. Be naked on your knees by the front door. Put on your dog collar and leash. Do not disappoint me again.'
The no enema part worried me a bit. That meant she wanted my ass dirty, and me being an ass-to-mouth slut meant unpleasantness for me. I could do it, didn't mean I enjoyed it. But I do as Mistress commands, whether I like it or not. I had given myself over to her two years before, to be used and abused as she saw fit. I had taken it all, and was proud that I had never lowered myself to using the safe word.
She saw fit to use and abuse me to great extent.
I reveled in the depravity and degradation she heaped on me.
So when she showed up at six, I was shaved bare from the eyebrows down, and kneeling naked by the door. I could easily be seen as she opened the door, but I no longer let that bother me. She walked in, slammed the door, and stood over me. The anger radiated from her. I carefully kept my eyes cast down.
I could see her booted foot draw back. I knew what was coming, but kept my knees spread wide as she kicked me full force in the balls. I doubled over, but quickly straightened back up, biting back a scream through grit teeth. I could taste bile.
Mistress stood there for the next fifteen minutes telling me at length what a worthless piece of shit I was.
She finished by crouching down and squeezing my already sore nuts. "And tonight, you little fucking bitch, you're gonna make it up to me. As of now, and for the rest of this weekend, you have no rights. As of now, you do what I say, when I say. No safe word. You are just a piece of meat. If you can do that, then all is forgiven. If you can't, then we're done. I walk, and you go find yourself a new Mistress. And just so we're clear, the next few days will be brutal."
She gave my balls one last twist, then stood. "Clear?"
"Yes Mistress. I will do as you command, whatever you desire. I don't want to lose you, Mistress."
She smiled. It was an evil smile. "Good. Now crawl into your bedroom and open your special closet." I had a large walk in closet. It had a false wall in the back, hiding an even larger closet. It contained all of the things I had acquired over the last few years pertaining to my secret life as a bisexual submissive. Many toys and implements of bondage and punishment, of course, but also my ever increasing collection of feminine wear, primarily lingerie and footwear.
She left me kneeling on the floor as she dug through the closet, eventually choosing an outfit. She tossed the items on the bed, then told me to get up and get dressed. Pink lace panties that barely contained my package. White fishnet holdup stockings. Very short silk red skirt with pink lace on the bottom. White button down shirt, tied at the waist. Red sling-back pumps with three inch heels. Stainless steel nipple clamps with a chain dangling between them.
She finished me off by tying my shoulder length hair into pigtails, then had me put on my make up. I now looked very much like a flat-chested girl. Her perfect little slut.
"I'm going to take you somewhere. Once we get there and things start, there will be no stopping, even if I wanted to. As I said before, if you take it, we're square. If you don't we're done. Last chance to use the safe word. We go out that door, you're fuck meat for the duration."
I hesitated. It was still daylight, and I would be totally visible to my neighbors in my slutty outfit. But I didn't want to disappoint my Mistress. "I'm ready if you are, Mistress."
She nodded and pointed at the door. I took a deep breath and marched myself out to her car. She made me stand there, neighbors watching, as she dug out her keys. I got some funny looks, let me tell you. I just shrugged and got in the car, blushing.
"Here. Suck on this for me. Don't stop until I tell you." She had undone her pants and pulled out an eight inch strapon. Right there in front of my house, I leaned over and deep-throated her plastic pecker. All through town, and for the half hour it took us to get where we were going, I kept right on working that dildo.
She finally pulled in and stopped, only then giving me permission to stop and sit up. I did, my back complaining, and saw where we were.
