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Brutal femdom (original story)

Publié le 20/10/2011 à 21:25 par subvoyager Tags : femdom toilet trampling brutal teasing denial histoire you tube rose love news gift
Brutal femdom (original story)

 

J'ai retrouvé dans les archives Usenet la version originaire de l'histroire Frustration que j'ai adaptée il y a quelque temps. Cette histoire originaire, en anglais, date de 1995, d'auteur anonyme, et ell'est plus dure que ma version, mais elle peut trouver des amateurs, donc je la reproduis ici pour memoire.

 

I met her in a local tavern one evening after work.  She was sitting at the bar nursing a

martini and quite alone.  I watched her for the better part of 45 minutes and finally decided to

send her over a refresher.  She looked up at me as the barmaid set the drink in front of her and

gave me a half smile and a wink.

She was absolutely the most beautiful woman I had seen in a long while.  Her jet black

hair was cropped fairly short, not too short.  She wore a gray pin striped business suit and

gunmetal gray stockings.  Her skirt rode up about four inches above her beautiful knee, at least

what I could see of it without being too obviously ogling.  I expect my tongue was hanging out

anyway.  On her feet she wore a pair of plain black leather pumps with about 3 1/2 to 4 inch

heels.  Having somewhat of a severe foot fetish, I stole as many glances at her legs and feet as I

felt I could without downright staring.

After about a half hour, she got up to go to the lady's room.  She was quite tall, I'd say

over 6 feet in her heels, and very, very well proportioned.  I felt my mouth go completely dry as

she walked past me toward the restrooms.  I couldn't help but stare at her, my eyes always

settling on her beautiful, size 7 I guessed, feet.  She had very high arches and the heels she was

wearing genuinely enhanced the splendor of an already dazzling foot, to me anyway.  It felt as

though it took hours for her to walk the distance between her seat at the bar, past me to the

restroom.  She smiled but said nothing as she passed me.  I, being too shy to talk to her, simply

smiled in return.

In her absence, I ordered another double Jack on the rocks and, noticing her martini

empty, ordered her another also.  I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to find myself staring

into a beautiful set of blue eyes.

"Thanks for the drink, did you buy me that other one also?"

"You're welcome and yes."

"Have the barmaid bring it over here, I'm Rose."  She offered her hand and I eagerly

grasped it.

"I'm Bill Madden, please sit down."

"I figured if I got a little closer to you, you wouldn't have to stare so hard.  Is there

something the matter with my shoes?  You seem to be fascinated with something down there."

She was facing away from the bar and stretched her leg out so I could get a better look.

"No, I uh, no, I think they're beautiful."

"Hmm, not too many men notice a woman's footwear.  At least, I don't find too many

men appearing to be enthralled by a pair of heels."

I immediately found my tongue wrapped around my teeth and unable to put two

intelligible words together.  I finally got across to her I had a kind of a fetish for lady's feet,

particularly clad in a beautiful pair of high heels, like she was wearing.

She held her leg outstretched a while longer, seemingly admiring it herself.  Then she

turned around and took a sip of her martini.

"At least you've got good taste."  She said half under her breath and into her glass.

I didn't quite hear her and asked her to repeat herself. She gave me a very nasty look

and told me she was not used to repeating herself.  Then her look softened somewhat.

"I said, at least you've got good taste.  I realize I have gorgeous feet and I always wear

as high a heel as I'm comfortable wearing, usually about this height.  Try to pay closer attention

when I'm speaking."

"I'm sorry and I share your opinion 100%.  Not only are your feet and legs beautiful, but

you are without a doubt one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.  I know that sounds

like a come on of some sort, but I truly mean the compliment."

"Thanks.  Drink up and come up to my apartment for a chaser and we can talk.  It's a

little quieter up there."

"I'd love to."  I gulped my Jack, paid the tab and followed her out the door.  We walked

about two blocks and came to a high rise apartment/condo building.  The doorman greeted her

as Ms. Leonetti and held the door for her as she walked toward the elevators.  I followed her in

and she pressed the button to the 30th floor, the penthouse.

We rode to the top in silence with me staring at the floor on which her heels were firmly

implanted.  I envied that floor. When the doors finally opened, I noticed there were only two units

on the floor.  I assumed, rightly, they were huge units.

She unlocked the door to her unit and walked in, I following.  The walls were all glass

and provided a stunning view of the city.  We were higher by about five stories than any other

building nearby.  She regally seated herself in a plush leather couch and told me to make her a

martini and myself whatever I wanted.  She pointed to the bar across the room.

I finished the drinks and brought them to where she was sitting.  She patted the couch

beside her and I sat.

"I'm curious about this fetish for women's feet you were talking about."

She crossed her legs so that her foot was dangling directly in front of me.  She bobbed it

up and down, obviously enjoying my discomfort.

"I seem to attract people like you.  Most seem to be very eager to please me.  Do you

feel an urge to please me?"

"Yes, Rose, most men enjoy pleasing a gorgeous woman, I think."

"I mean P-L-E-A-S-E me.  I am a very demanding woman.  I expect to be catered to in

every way.  I even, on occasion, like to cause my men extreme pain because that sometimes

pleases me. I'm very much a sadist and I'm spoiled rotten.  I mean to stay that way also.  Do you

think you would be prepared to please me in that manner?"

"I think so, I know I would."

"Good, we may just get along fine after all.  Go make me another drink, you'll have

none."

"Sure, Rose, same thing?"

All of a sudden I was seeing stars.  She had slapped me harder than I've ever been hit

by a man.  I looked at her, tears stinging my eyes, and noticed she was very angry about

something, I had no idea what I'd done.

"You WILL call me Mistress or Your Highness or Mistress Rose.  Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

She slapped me again, though not quite as hard, and told me to get her drink.  I was

embarrassed, but proceeded to make her drink and bring it back to her.

"Move the coffee table back about two feet and kneel before me."

"Yes Mistress."  I'm a quick study and learned that lesson very well.  She could give

Mike Tyson a run for his money.

I knelt in front of her and looked into her eyes.  She was still somewhat miffed it

appeared.  I felt I had better say something.

"Mistress, I'm sorry for calling you Rose, it won't happen again.  It's a pleasure to be in

your presence, you're so beautiful."

She softened again, somewhat.  "You'll have plenty of time to be sorry and plenty of time

to think about the way you should treat your Mistress and expect to be treated by her.  Now put

your face on the floor between my feet."

"Yes, Your Highness."  I did as I was told.  I could smell the sweet odor of her leather

heels commingled with her perspiration.  The effect, along with being humiliated at her feet, was

devastating and I immediately developed a raging erection.

"Turn your head sideways.  Have a good close look at my beautiful foot.  It never ceases

to amaze me the power I have over the male of my species.  All I have to do is wiggle my pretty

foot a couple of times, and I have you groveling on your knees in front of me, willing to, I

assume, do anything I tell you to do.  Am I right?"

"Yes, Mistress."  She moved her foot closer to my face to where it was almost touching

my nose.  I wanted to kiss it, but thought the better of that idea.

"I bet you would do about anything to kiss and lick that shoe in front of your face,

wouldn't you.  No matter, you'll earn that privilege tonight.  You'll definitely earn that privilege.  In

fact, you might even get sick of the idea.  I'm putting you in charge of my footwear.  You will be

cleaning every pair I own, inside and out.

"Are you prepared to accept your role as my servant? Actually, my slave.  Servants do

have some dignity to their roles.  You will have no dignity in your role as my slave.  You will do

as you're told without question.  You will accept any punishment I give you for any reason I

choose and thank me for the pain I inflict upon you.  You will suffer under my unmerciful heels

for hours on end.  I simply adore inflicting pain on you with the very object of your adoration.  I

love crushing your neck like a bug under my heel, watching you gasp for breath as I steadily

press harder and harder.  Your very existence is in my hands, under my feet, I should say.

"When you leave here, when I allow you to leave here that is, your body will be covered

with my heel marks and welts from my whip.  Your tongue will be sore from my use of it, from

cleaning my shoes to me stepping on it while I whip you.

"You will do as you are told without hesitation, regardless of how debasing the task I give

you seems to you.  In my eyes you are merely something to be stepped on, dirt under my feet.

Do you desire to serve me in this manner?  If not you may leave now and you will never savor

the wonderful experience of kissing that beautiful foot in front of your face."

"Mistress, although I'm somewhat nervous about this, I'm willing to accept your

conditions and submit myself to you as your complete slave."

She laughed at this and stood up.  She raised her foot, not the one in front of my face,

and placed it on my head.  I felt the heel digging into my head as she put more and more of her

weight on me.

"I pronounce you my slave.  You will answer to the name "Toilet".  I think you'll find the

name suits you for at least one of your many duties.  You may kiss my foot and accept your

role."

I lovingly kissed her shoe even as she pressed harder and harder on my head until her

other foot was off the ground.  Just then I heard the door open and close.  Rose never moved

from her position of crushing my head.  When I tried to move, she kicked my face with her free

foot.

"Do not move.  It's just my roommate, Sharon.  Mistress Sharon to you."

"What have you brought home, Rose?  A new slave for us?"

"He was staring a hole in my feet tonight down at John's place tonight and I thought I'd

bring him home to give him a better look."

"Looks like he's getting it."

She finally released some pressure off my head.  I started to move but was shoved back

to the ground.

"I neglected to mention that, since you have agreed to be my slave, you will also serve

Sharon.  You may crawl over to her and kiss the toes of each of her shoes."

I dared not look up at her, but crawled to where I heard her voice.  In front of my face

was a pair of beautiful white, high heeled boots.  I very gently and reverently kissed the toe of

each boot and backed up a little, awaiting instructions.

"Does he know his duties, Rose?"

"He knows he is to follow orders immediately.  He doesn't have to know what we'll

require of him, only to do as he is told."

"Why didn't you have him lying at the door when I came in? Doesn't he know that's his

job?"

"I haven't gotten that far."

"What's his name?"

"Toilet"

"How very fitting."

"Toilet, get your ass over here and clean the soles of my boots.  God knows what I may

have stepped in walking around these streets."

I dared raise my head enough to figure out she was seated next to Rose on the leather

sofa.  She was equally as beautiful as Rose, but blonde, and had on a white leather tube type

dress.  Her boots were thigh high and she had on off white stockings.  She had crossed her legs

and I crawled to her upraised foot and twisted my neck around to begin licking her sole.  She

immediately stomped down hard on my face and ground her foot on my mouth.

"You asshole.  You never, ever come to my highest foot.  You always present yourself to

my lowest foot.  Lie on your back, head at my foot.  That's better."

She placed her foot on my mouth and told me to begin cleaning.  She did allow me to

hold her foot and move it around so I could reach every part of her sole, but she continued to

keep her legs crossed and the weight was becoming difficult to handle.  It didn't seem to bother

her much as she and Rose were engaged in conversation I could not hear, they were whispering

to each other.

When I finished the gritty sole, I took her heel into my mouth and cleaned it as best I

could.  I asked her if I could switch boots and she repositioned herself, crossing her other leg,

without comment.  After some time I finished that one as well.

"Done Toilet?  Scoot up a bit and get busy on Rose's heels."

As I moved up towards Rose's feet, Sharon moved her boots to my chest, taking much

delight in grinding the heels into my flesh.  At least I had a shirt on, which was some protection,

though I felt this would be short lived.

Rose enjoyed having me hold my tongue out while she wiped her shoe on it, like she

would a carpet.  Her other foot was placed firmly upon my face over my eyes, holding my face in

place.  Her heel was digging unmercifully into my cheek.  As before, they seemed to ignore my

presence and were engaged in conversation.

I had apparently finished that shoe to her satisfaction as she moved it to my neck and

placed her other shoe to my mouth without comment.  Other than telling me to keep my tongue

out, she simply ignored me.  She was making it difficult for me to breathe as she was pressing

fairly hard on my neck with her other foot.

I was getting a little concerned about my situation.  I had agreed to be Rose's slave, but

was somewhat bothered being a slave to two women.  I was a little nervous, wondering what kind

of humiliation and pain two women could concoct for me.  Before I could dwell too long on this

problem, Rose finally noticed me.

"Take that shoe off and hand it to me so I can inspect your work."  She lifted her foot

somewhat and I removed her shoe and handed it up to her.  She placed her stockinged foot back

on my mouth.  I thought I was going to pass out.  The odor was magnificent.  She moved her

foot, much to my dismay, to my forehead and looked down at me.

"This shoe looks like it was never touched.  Is your mouth getting a little dry?"  Her shoes

had leather soles and they sucked up the moisture in my mouth.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Maybe this will help a little."  She spit on the sole of her shoe and held it over my

mouth.

"A kiss from your Mistress.  Enjoy it slave."

I licked her saliva off the shoe.  She told me to hold it over my mouth so she could slide

her foot into it.  She finally wiggled her foot into the shoe, placed her feet on the floor and stood

up, eventually straddling my face.  I could see straight up her skirt and saw that she was wearing

a garter belt and sheer black panties.  I could almost see through them, which did nothing to

alleviate the strain on my own pants.

Sharon saw to that, however, by strategically placing her heel on my aching balls and

grinding.  She was now standing between my legs and putting a great deal of pressure on me.

"Enjoying the scenery, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good, you'll get a better view shortly.  Sharon, let's take him to his new quarters.

"Toilet, you will crawl behind me.  If I stop walking, I expect to feel your slave tongue on

my heels within one second. You'll receive twenty lashes from my whip for every second you are

late."

"Yes, Mistress Rose."

She turned and started walking away but Sharon still had her foot on me, holding me in

position.  She finally removed her foot and I hurried to crawl behind Mistress Rose.

From behind me, Sharon kicked me between the legs very hard. I immediately fell to my

face writhing in agony.

"When you leave a Mistress' presence, you are to kiss each of her feet and ask for

permission to leave.  Get back here and beg my leave properly."

Still smarting from the kick, I struggled again to my knees and crawled back to her,

forgetting, for the moment, about Rose.  I gingerly kissed each of her boots and begged her

permission to leave.  She granted permission after having me again kiss her boots and I turned

to find Rose standing over next to the bar.  I crawled as fast as I could to her feet and began

licking her shoes.

"Well, you have successfully earned yourself 620 lashes, Toilet.  You must be very

anxious to taste my whip."

"I'm sorry, Mistress.  But ..."

A well placed kick to my neck cut me short.  Choking and coughing I immediately went

back to licking her shoe.  She said nothing, but turned and started walking again.  I followed, my

mouth inches from her flashing heels, to the other end of the condo and through a door into a

small room.  The room had no windows but was brightly lit with several overhead lamps.  It

looked like something from the middle ages.

There were wooden crosses on the walls, several padded leather "horses", eye bolts

recessed into the floor in various locations and one full wall covered with various implements of

torture.  There were whips, chains, hand and leg cuffs, mouth gags, helmets and, what appeared

to be, about a hundred pairs of high heeled shoes and boots, some much higher than the 4"

heels Rose was wearing.

From the ceiling hung several trapeze looking devices below which could be seen more

eye bolts in the floor.  I surmised the purpose of these were to help the Mistress balance herself

while she covered her slaves body with bruises and cuts from her heels.

There was, what appeared to be a portable toilet in one corner of the room, and several

pieces of furniture with holes cut in the back and a bench running back from the holes.

One thing glaringly missing, if this was to be my quarters, was a bed.  There was nothing

in the room which could be mistaken for a bed of any sort.  I didn't allow myself much time to

drink this all in, just a quick glance around, as Rose had stopped moving again and I fell to the

task of groveling at her feet.

The floor was plain concrete and very cold.  I heard Sharon's heels clicking behind me

as she walked into the room.  I continued to clean Rose's shoes as I was instructed.  Again, I was

treated to a vicious kick between my legs.  This one nearly caused me to pass out.  I fell to the

ground and attempted to continue licking Rose's shoe.

"When a Mistress enters a room, you also grovel at her feet, Toilet."

"But, I ..."

Again I was treated to one of Rose's well placed kicks in the throat.

"Greet Mistress Sharon properly, Toilet.  You will definitely have to be taught some

manners."

"But, I ..."

Another well placed kick, this time to the side of my face with the toe of her shoe.  I

could feel and taste the blood inside my mouth.

As quickly as I could, under the circumstances, I crawled on my stomach to Mistress

Sharon's boots and reverently kissed the very toes of her boots.  Unfortunately, there was a little

blood on my lips and I left a mark on one of her boots.

"Lick that off, you asshole, and be quick about it."

Naturally, since I was still bleeding, this only made matters worse.  Sharon was

becoming angrier by the minute as I tried, without success, to clean her boot.

"I believe we're going to have to wash his mouth out.  If that blood stains my boot, he'll

wish he was dead.  May be, for that matter.  Get your clothes off, Toilet."

"Yes, Mistress."

I was somewhat uneasy undressing in front of two fully clothed women, but I moved as

quickly as I could and put my clothes into the corner of the room.  I crawled back to Sharon's

boots and tried again to lick the blood stain from the toe.

"Enough, you're just making matters worse.  Get his new outfit, Rose."

The new "outfit" consisted of a dog collar and a leash, cuffs for my hands and ankles.

Rose and Sharon busied themselves "dressing" me and when finished dragged me across the

room to the corner where the portable toilet resided.  Rose kicked me over onto my back and

made me slide my head into the hole in the front of the contraption.  Sharon pulled my arms

above my head and fastened them to, I guess, hooks on the wall behind the toilet.

The inside of the toilet was plastic lined and Rose was busy fixing the plastic around my

neck, essentially isolating my head inside the waterproof compartment.  I felt my legs being

pulled and my leg cuffs being attached to additional hooks on the floor.

The toilet seat was down and I was in total darkness.  I heard their heels clicking as they

both walked out of the room. I was left to contemplate my predicament which was beginning to

look rather bleak.

After what seemed like hours on the cold floor, I heard their heels clicking back into my

"quarters".  There were more than Sharon and Rose's voices and heels.  Now I was nervous. The

seat above me suddenly opened and I was greeted with Rose's beautiful face looking down at

me, joined immediately by another beautiful redheaded woman.

"What do you think, Pam?"

"It'll do.  How long have you had it."

"Just a couple of hours.  Toilet, I've decided to have a little get together this evening with

a couple of my girlfriends, and you have volunteered for the "seat of honor".  Isn't that

wonderful?"

"Yes, Mistress, thank you."

"Very well.  You are to obey any of my friends as though I was giving you instructions.  Is

that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Unfortunately, Pam, I haven't had the time to train him properly in the service of a

woman.  You'll have to use regular toilet paper tonight.  The next time you're over he will be able

to serve you directly without you having to sit on this cold seat.  But for now, we'll just get him

used to the idea of serving women properly."

"That'll be fine for tonight.  Though I'd rather have a nice soft tongue clean me, I don't

want to mess up your beautiful carpeting.  Let's go have a cocktail, shall we."

The lid closed and their heels clicked out of the room. They were laughing at their own

private joke on the way out. Again plunged into darkness, I awaited patiently to perform my new

"job" for Rose and her guests.

Not too much time had gone by when I heard the door open and the lights go on.  A

single set of heels clicked up to where I was bound.  The lid opened and a stunning blonde

casually peered down at my face.  She stepped up onto my chest as nonchalantly as she would a

carpet, ignoring my moans of agony.  She turned around, lifted her black leather skirt and pulled

down her black sheer panties.  She also wore a garter belt and black sheer stockings.

She sat down on the toilet and carefully placed her heels, one on each of my nipples.  By

this time I was almost to the point of crying from the pain she was inflicting on my chest. The

view, however, was magnificent.  She looked down at me between her legs and smiled briefly.

"A word of caution, Toilet.  There are ten ladies out there tonight and we'll be using you

regularly.  You would be smart to drink as much of our waste as you can.  We wouldn't want you

to drown in there, we will be needing you for amusement later."

"Yes, Mistress."

She finally let go and I drank as much of the somewhat bitter liquid as I could.  She must

have been drinking quite a bit, as her urine had very little taste.  While I drank quite a bit, I still

remained in about an inch of her waste.  I was beginning to get the drift of her earlier comment.

If ten women were going to be using me in this manner, I would surely drown at this rate.

She used toilet paper and cleaned herself.  She daintily handed down the paper and told

me to eat it, which I did, of course.  She then stood up, heels still on my nipples, and

straightened her panties and skirt.  She ignored my squeals of pain but told me to quit moving

around.

"Don't you dare move while I'm standing on you, you asshole. Do you want me to twist

an ankle?  I would strip the skin off your back if you hurt me."

"I'm sorry, your Highness, it won't happen again."

"It had better not."

She closed the lid and carefully walked down my body, making sure her last footfall

landed directly on my genitals.  I held my body rigid and sighed with relief as she finally stepped

off me, walked to the door and again left me in darkness.

This went on for what seemed to be several hours.  Each woman more beautiful than the

last.  I didn't think there were this many gorgeous females in the world, let alone gathered in one

room.  They all seemed, however, to take extreme pleasure in humiliating me.

I hadn't seen Rose or Sharon since they first put me into this toilet, however.  Finally,

they both showed up at once. Rose walking directly up my body.  Sharon opened the lid and

laughed.

"Are we nice and comfy, Toilet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I wasn't really.  The urine, although I felt like I had drank over two gallons, still came

over my ears.

"Good news, Toilet.  The party's over.  We'll each use you then you can doze off for a

little while, until we need you again."

Rose unzipped her skirt and let it fall to my chest. She then slid her panties down, with

Sharon balancing her on my chest.  By this time, I had so many women walk on me, I was pretty

much numb to their heels.  She sat down and relieved herself and followed the procedure with

the toilet paper, making me swallow it while she watched.  She was genuinely amused.

She finally stood up and Sharon immediately took her place. She wiggled completely out

of her leather dress and stepped out of her panties as well.  Under her dress she wore a beautiful

white, satin and lace bustier which accented her magnificent body.  She daintily sat on the toilet

seat and carefully, as did everyone else, placed her heels, one on each nipple.  I had begun to

feel what I was sure was blood trickling down my chest from my nipples.  No one seemed

particularly concerned about my problem, however.

She immediately covered my face and mouth with her urine. She had apparently been

holding it for sometime.  It flowed into my nose, mouth and eyes and seemed as though it would

never stop. She finally finished, however, and sat there looking down at me, smiling.

"Oh dear, Rose.  I'm afraid our slave hasn't had much in the way of solid food this

evening.  That's rather rude of us, don't you think?"

"By all means, Sharon.  We want all our guests to enjoy themselves at our parties, don't

we?"

"Unfortunately, we've eaten all the goodies.  I am willing to share, however.  What do

you think, Toilet?"

I knew what was coming.  There was no way out of this without causing myself extreme

agony.  I had no choice.

"Yes, Mistress, please share your food with me."

"I've already done all the work for you, Toilet.  I've eaten it and digested it for you."  She

laughed at her humor.

She moved herself ahead a little so she was situated with her anus directly over my

mouth.  I had real misgivings about this.  I didn't know if I could do it without puking and I knew, if

I did, I would surely drown in my own vomit.  I steeled myself to the task, hoping I could maintain

my composure.

"Remember, slave, this is a gift from your goddess, as is all waste from a female body.

A male slave is privileged to receive and consume female waste.  A slave must aspire to please

his Mistress in order to receive her bodily wastes as his nourishment.  You will eat and beg to eat

our spit, used kleenex, toenail clippings, even our bathwater and the water we soak our beautiful

feet in while you are giving us a pedicure.

"Turn on the light, Rose."

Suddenly the inside of the makeshift toilet lit up.  There was a small bulb in the top

corner which I had previously not noticed.

"Now, there is no reason for you to miss a drop.  I want you to watch my beautiful

spincter muscles work while I give you your dinner."

As I watched her anus she first expelled a little gas and laughed.  Actually, it didn't smell

bad at all.  Maybe it was true that hers didn't stink.  Finally her anus began to bulge a little and a

small brown piece of her eased out.  I lifted my head too make sure I would catch her offering.

The first one was small and fell into my mouth.  It was somewhat bitter, but in no way totally

repulsive and I was able to swallow with little difficulty.  Of course, her heels digging into my

chest and the mental picture of her beauty didn't hurt matters.

"That's all I have for you now, slave.  I hope you enjoyed it."

"Very much, Mistress.  Thank you."

She reach back and wiped herself and dropped the paper on my face.  She then stood

up, turned around and leaned over the toilet.  She got the piece of paper and stuffed it into my

mouth.

"Excellent, slave, I'll be glad when we can dispense with this paper, however.  Maybe in

the morning when I have more for you I can train you in proper toilet service for a woman."

She stepped down off my chest and clicked around to the side of the toilet.  She bent

down and released my right hand from its hook on the wall.  My other hand stayed firmly

attached to the wall on the other side of the toilet.

"I want this mess cleaned up before you go to sleep."  I noticed her putting something on

the seat above me and adding a wad of toilet paper.

"I've put a nice flexible straw up here for you and some paper.  I've, you'll notice, also

been kind enough to free your right arm.  Don't bother to try to get loose.  All of your other cuffs

are locked with combination locks.  The only thing I want to see in the morning, when I come

here to use you, is your toil





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