Disclaimer: This is a story of pure fantasy and fiction that involves elements of scat, pee, extreme domination/torture, shemale (genetic female with male genitalia), and breath-play. If this stuff doesn't interest you, don't bother reading. Have an open mind and suspend your disbelief.
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This is the third entry in my journal written just for you, Mistress Shauna. I hope this has pleased you so far, Mistress. If it hasn't, then I know you will give me a fitting punishment. Knowing I have disappointed you is just as bad as being punished, though. I'm glad you have turned this blonde, short, and fat little piggy into your pig-slave. I look forward to you forcing and dominating me for years to come.
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I lay exhausted on my bed in my dark room. Well, it's more like a prison. Actually, since it doesn't have a toilet, windows, or even a light (although there is a dim night light next to my bed), it seems like it would be worse. The only other light that enters the room is what comes under the crack of the door. Considering all of that, I couldn't have been in a better place. My imprisonment turned me on. Knowing there's a heavy latch on the outside of my door that is locked tight, made me consistently wet.
The smell of shit still hung in the air from my accidental post-orgasm shit on the floor. I was filled with dread and excitement for what mistress will make me do.
"Maybe she will make me wear a plug, or even a diaper. Oh god, that would be so humiliating." I thought to myself.
I played with myself and edged several times before I heard a buzzing sound. I got up off my bed and found the source of the sound at the air vent on the floor. I put my ear to it and strained to listen. I heard what sounded like motors whirring. Then I started to hear a low, anguished groan.
"It must be Dick-slut. I wonder what she's up to?" I said to myself. I tried to imagine her small perky breasts covered in marks, heaving to her heavy breath. Perhaps she was attempting to wriggle free of whatever torture she was enduring.
I then heard a beep, followed by what sounded like Mistress Shauna's voice.
"How does that feel, slut? Is your cock still nice and tender from earlier." She said in a commanding voice. It sounded like her voice was filtered trough a phone or something, as if it was coming out a speaker.
"Ohhhhhhh yes Mistress. It's very tender and it hurts. Thank you, Mistress." Dick-slut said in a shaky, erratic voice. The motor buzzing continued, and started to increase in volume. I had to strain harder to continue hearing them. I wondered what kind of device she was hooked to.
"It's been so long since I allowed you a full orgasm, hasn't it? About 3 months, I think. Do you think you deserve it, whore?" Mistress started getting louder so Dick-slut could hear here over the motor sounds.
"Agggghhhhhh no, Mistress." Her voice becoming more pained and desperate.
"Very well. You will find out what I decided shortly." Mistress said. "Are you gonna cum for me?"
"Yes, Mistress. May I come please?!" Her voice now increasing to a shout.
"Ok, Dick-slut. Cum for me and you will find out if I will give you full release." Mistress said in a sinister voice.
"Ohhhhhh I'm cumming!" Dick-slut cried out. The motor buzzing immediately stopped.
"Aggghhhhh nooooooooo! Pleassssse, Mistress!" She begged as her orgasm was ruined yet again. I heard Mistress Shauna laughing hard.
"You're so pathetic, slut. You get a reward, though. I will keep this thing running while I'm on my way home for lunch. It will sense your cock's movement, and will immediately shut off when it senses an orgasm starting. See you in a few minutes, slut." Mistress said.
"Thank you, Mistress. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She yelled in bliss. Just then I heard the motors start up again. Now that I knew what was happening, my hand was at my clit and I was rubbing furiously.
"Maybe one day I could be treated like that." I thought
I heard Dick-slut shout in anguish as her massive, battered, sensitive cock started getting worked again. I couldn't even imagine what was torturing her so perfectly. I heard the machine shut off and start back up twice. Each time Dick-slut's voice was getting more and more desperate. Whenever I pictured her desperation and cum flowing out of her, I would orgasm and spill my juices on the floor between my legs. My heart jumped as I heard a car pull up in the driveway. I stood at the door and waited patiently. I figured it would please Mistress once she saw that I was ready and willing to please.
The door opened and I heard Mistress' familiar, heavy footsteps. They got louder as they approached my door first. I heard the latch come off, and the door opened.
"Good afternoon, pig-slave. Are you ready for your lunch?" Mistress said in a cheery voice. My eyes were still adjusting to the light from when she opened the door. I collected myself and gave her a clear "Yes, Mistress."
Mistress' face contorted in clear disgust. "What's that fucking smell, pig? You couldn't hold it, could you?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress." I squeaked out as tears built up in my eyes. I felt so humiliated. She went into the bathroom and came out with a bucket.
"Go pick it up and put it in the bucket. You're going to learn what happens when you have an accident." She said sternly as she handed me the bucket.
"Yes, Mistress." I said, with my eyes pointed at her feet. I turned and walked up to my pile and carefully placed the large, brown log into the bucket. "What about the puddle of stale piss?" I thought to myself.
"You can mop that up later, piggy. Now hurry up!" Mistress yelled so sharply that I nearly left another pile right where I was. I finished and quickly brought the bucket to her. She looked at the bucket and chuckled.
"Wow, you must have a pretty sloppy ass if you can push out this massive thing." She said in a purposefully humiliating tone. I hung my head as another wave of humiliation came over me. Mistress took my leash and led me to the other end of the upper floor; just past Mistress' room marked with a black door.
She opened the door and I looked inside. I audibly gasped as I saw the predicament Dick-slut was in. She was tied to each corner of the bed, spread eagle. A tube with all kinds of mechanisms attached to it was wrapped around her cock. The tube was connected to a motor device on the floor, along with some sort of collection cup. It had maybe a quart capacity and was halfway filled with creamy, white liquid.
"Wait for it..." Mistress said menacingly. The motors started up again and Dick-slut cried out in pain and pleasure.
"Pleaaaasseeeee, Mistress!" She yelled.
Mistress gave a chuckle and shut off the machine before starting to detach it from the helpless slave.
"Thank you, Mistress." She said as she sighed in relief. Mistress untied her and pulled her up to her feet. Dick-slut's cock was beet red and throbbing from the device torture. She could barely stay on her feet as Mistress handed her the collection cup.
"You know the drill, whore." Mistress said. Without missing a beat, Dick-slut took the lid off and gulped down the mixture of her piss and cum. Once she was done, Mistress took the ring piercing hangs from dick-slut's pee-hole and quickly looped it in. Dick-slut yelped sharply and thanked Mistress. Mistress then hooked up her leash and started to pull us downstairs to the kitchen. Dick-slut was barely able to keep up and Mistress had to keep jerking the leash to keep her moving. We entered the kitchen and were brought to the table. Mistress set my bucket on the counter, and had me sit at the table. There were a few bags of styrofoam containers of food on the table.
"I got some Chinese takeout for us. Mostly the hot, spicy stuff. It should make for an interesting night." Mistress said before throwing a wink at the smiling dick-slut. Mistress then handed out the food. I had the most, and dick-slut had the least.
"Thank you, Mistress." Dick-slut said in a genuine tone over her meager rations.
"Thank you, Mistress." I echoed; ashamed I didn't thank her first. Mistress noticed me eyeing dick-slut's pathetic amount of food.
"Don't worry, she gets plenty to eat throughout the day." Mistress said with a sly smile. "Isn't that right, slut?
"Mmmmm yes, Mistress." Dick-slut said as a quick shudder came over her.
Naturally, dick-slut finished first. Mistress snapped and pointed under the table. Dick-slut quickly got down between Mistress' legs. Mistress was wearing a long tight skirt with a zipper going down the side of her leg. Mistress reached down and pulled up on that zipper to pull back the skirt and show off her hairy, glistening pussy. Dick-slut immediately had her face shoved in Mistress' crotch. Mistress began to moan while she was finishing her lunch.
"Mmmmmm that's so good, whore. I hope it's nice and sweet for you. I haven't bathed in a couple days." Mistress said.