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    My darkest fantasies part 2

    "That was his idea, so you can thank him for that.  I wanted to tell you to go out in the shed until we finished."  They continued to smoke there cigarettes both of them staring at me.  She continued to blow her smoke directly in my face.  "So how do you think you can thank him?"  I bowed my head down and thanked him as best I could without sounding stupid.  "Hrmmm, I don't think that's enough.  I don't feel you realize your place yet."  She took a long drag of her cigarette.  "You do know I belong to him right?"  "Yes ma'am."  "You know you belong to me right?"  "Yes ma'am, I'll do anything I can to make you happy I swear."  She flicked the ash of her cigarette at my bare chest and legs.  There was a slight burn yet I tried not to move.  "Prove it.  I want you to prove you're nothing more than a piece of shit slave."  "How can I do that ma'am?"  I started shaking and my knees clearly showed it.  I was near tears again.  She reached beside me on her nightstand.  Behind a large pile of random stuff, she pulled out a used condom.  I stared at it in both interest and fear.  "I want you to suck this clean."  She was clearly not joking.  I reached out with my hands.  "No!  Open!"  I set my hands back down, tilted my head back and she gently placed the condom in my mouth.  I could taste her pussy.  It had been a long time and from the look of the condom and the immediate taste I knew this would not be pleasant.  There was a white cream on it and the taste was immediately bitter.  She had gained weight and it seems the taste had degraded with her health.  I took it all in and began sucking.  His salty cum mixed with her bitter cunt.  I did the best I could to not make a disgusted face.  They sipped there wine and watched me prove my place.  After a few minutes, I felt it was clean enough.  She had me pull it out and present it.  It looks like I had done well.  I paid special attention to get every knook and cranny moving it with my tongue.  "Now I want you to wrap that around the base of your cock.  Tie it tight and it will stay there until I say otherwise.  Now go away."

    I continued to work that night away, finally able to pass out at 4am.  At 8am I received a text.  I made sure to set it to the loudest setting and keep it close.  She demanded breakfast in bed.  I proceeded to jump out of bed, barely able to think and begin cooking quickly. I made eggs, toast, coffee and juice.  I used a cooking sheet as a serving tray and proceeded to knock on her door.  

    She seemed pleased with the speed and offering as well as the fact I was still only in the thong and had the condom wrapped tight.  "I'm going to reward you."  She proceed to take a bite of the toast chew it a bit, than pulled it from her mouth.  She cut a small piece of an egg than placed it on top.  I HATE eggs.  The smell alone cooking them nearly made me vomit.  I know what she expects.  I open my mouth and accept her offering...

    From there, she gave me no more time to sleep.  She had me running in overdrive.  I survived off coffee for the first few hours of the day.  She had me cleaning the catboxes with my bare hands and cleaning the surfaces of every room but there own.  At one point, the inevitable conclusion of the coffee hit.  I went to the bathroom, locked the door and attempted to get a moment of peace.  Two minutes later I get a text.  It was nearing noon and she already wanted to start drinking.  I told her I was in the bathroom and I would get it there as soon as I could.  This was nothing that would pass quickly.  A few minutes later she came to the bathroom, furious steps the whole way.  She attempted to open the door.  "DON'T YOU EVER LOCK A DOOR ON ME AGAIN, YOU UNDERSTAND?  GET OVER HERE AND UNLOCK THIS DOOR!"  I clenched and walked a few steps to unlock the door.  She swung it open, nearly hitting me.  Before I could sit back down she grabbed me by the hair and forced me to the ground, panties lying around my ankles.  "This is MY house now, you understand?  You are my property and you don't keep me from MY things!  And that includes you!"  I felt like she was going to pull the hair from my head.  "I'm sorry!  I couldn't stop!"  She looked at the toilet, than at me.  "I don't care, find a way to make it fucking work.  You going to fail me just as soon as I start giving you what you want?  Is that it?  Pull those panties up and get us a drink!"  "May I clean up first ma'am?"  "NO!  And don't you dare get any mess on my floors."  She released my hair, throwing me down and spitting on my face.  

    I clammered to get my panties up, and get moving as fast as possible.  I proceeded to prepare there drinks with my panties clearly wet and stinking.  She had me place them on her nightstand and leave, not wanting to smell my mess.  I quickly returned to the bathroom and finished, cleaning up as best I could.  She did not bother me much for the remainder of the day, allowing me to clean and work only occasionally fixing drinks.  

    She opened my door that night around 8pm.  I was sitting, working as best I could.  She threw a plastic bag on my bed.  "I don't want you to have any excuses for not serving us.  If you feel you need a bathroom break, put one of those on.  In fact, no more bathroom until tomorrow.  If you need to go, use one of those diapers I had my friend pick up for you.  I was shaking.  I had never considered she'd even suggest something like this.  I agreed and that night I eneded up wetting the diaper for my first time since I was a child.  She had allowed me to take off the condom, yet I needed to tie it to my bedpost.  She planned on starting a collection.
     
    The proceeding months included me buying myself womens clothing from the goodwill.  I was also forced to begin utilizing my buttplug I hadn't played with in years.  When she was feeling particularly vindictive, she would have me pull it out, clean it with my mouth, than put it back in.  She never allowed me to clean myself out.  She prefered to look at me gag and force it down.  During movie nights, she would call me out of my room, raise her dress, pull her panties to the side and she would piss on me right in front of everyone.  I was required to stay that way.  She also had me hold my glass so some would run off into it.  I began to crave her piss in my whisky over time.  She still allowed me to drink, though never more than 3 a day and only if I was good.  She continued to up the anti by calling me in after her morning business and having me lick her acrid morning piss and clean her dirty fat ass.  When I was not working my food consisted of several foods I did not enjoy as well as the crumbs of those I did.  This could include the leftover cheese and crusts in a pizza box.  While at work, she allowed me to eat out to keep up appearances and my health.  They became obsessed with my continual discomfort.  This led to nipple clamps, cbt, whippings and more.  

    I had been broken down and beaten.  Being so out of it, I ended up losing my job as well as several clients.  Still needing to support everyone, they began selling me.  They turned my old office upstairs into a BDSM chamber.  They sold me as a professional sub as well as a whore.  They would have men and women come over, beat me and fuck me senseless.  They actually ended up making more money from there no limits whore than I was previously.  They dyed my hair bright red and sold almost all of my material posestions.  They moved to caging me up in the dungeon at night, diapered and shackled.  I was no longer allowed to use a toilet like a human being.  I had completely fallen in as a house sex slave.

    The end. 
     
      Posted on : Jan 27, 2015
     

     
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