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.
