TOTAL SLAVERY

 I was sound asleep when I felt my Master's rope brush my skin. My mind,

 thick and still engaged in a dream, barely registered what my wrists

 already knew: that my Master had bound them tightly together, starting

 with the fingertips, so that my hands were forced into the position of a

 Hindu at prayer.

 By the time I forced my eyes open, my Master had coiled the rope around my

 waist and was now threading the rope between my thighs and pulling it up

 hard. Then he pulled my wrists up to my neck, and used the rope to make a

 collar. He bound my wrists firmly to this rope collar, then pulled the

 rope back down and once again bound my waist.

 In this position, lying on my back in bed, I could not move my hands at

 all without causing the rope at my neck to grow tight or pulling the rope

 that now rubbed into my labia. As helplessly gazed up at my Master, he

 reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife.

 Then, delicately, carefully, deliberately, silently, he began to cut away

 the sheer nightgown and silk panties I still had on. First he cut holes

 for my breasts, and gripping the nipples, pulled the swollen tits through.

 Then he sliced off the silk around my shaven cunt, and exposed my bare

 lips. Pulling on the rope, which caused me to whimper, he flipped me onto

 my stomach. And then he cut open a large hole in the back, to expose the

 pale cheeks of my ass.

 My bound hands secured to the center of my chest forced my tits to stick

 to the sides, so my Master could see my nipples even as he worked on

my  ass.

 I heard him walk away from the bed, and called out to him.

 There was no answer.

 Again, I cried out, "Master!"

 When he finally returned, the first thing he said was, "Why are you making

 so much noise!"

 And with that he gripped my hair in his hands, jerked up my head, and

 stuck a pair of my panties in my mouth. Then he took one of my leather

 belts, and secured it around my head, to keep the gag in place.

 "Stick your ass up in the air, but keep your forehead on the bed," he

 instructed, and I quickly complied. I pulled my knees up underneath me

 chest, hoisting my exposed ass into the air.

 I felt my Master rubbing my ass slowly, warming it up, then he spanked me

 fast 30 times. With one hand he spread my buttocks apart: with the other

 he inserted an enema tube.

 Beneath my gag I was crying out and squealing with fear. I had only had an

 enema once before and had nearly died of fright. That time he had been

 kind. But this time, he obviously had different plans. I trembled and

 wriggled as he worked.

 "If you move again," said my Master, "I will increase this enema to 4  quarts."

 I held still as best I could then, my heart pounding furiously. I felt the

 warm fluid flood my insides. I felt my complete helplessness and my

 nakedness. There I knelt, forehead down, my ass in the air, my tits

 hanging down, my buttocks spread, my shaved pussy lips exposed, except for

 the rope which pressed against my clit. My Master seemed amused.

 As the soapy water emptied into my bowels, he reached his free hand around

 to tug at the rope, to pinch my nipples, to swat my ass, and stick fingers

 into my mouth.

 At last, I had taken all the fluid my Master planned for me. Now, I

 wondered, what would happen next! I'm still lying in bed! How will I ever

 get to the bathroom in time? And what about this rope?!

 My Master simplified things. The second he pulled out the nozzle from my

 throbbing asshole, he replaced it with a small, vibrating buttplug. I

 screamed into my gag. But it made no difference: my scream was virtually

 inaudible.

 With my asshole plugged up, and my interior dying to release the

 accumulated fluids, my Master put his arm around my waist and began

 massaging my clit: then he began to spank me. His smacks were so hard that

 at moments I thought he would send the buttplug flying straight out of me.

 And I knew that if I lost control--if I shit without my Master's

 permission--there would be hell to pay.

 My Master's spanks were so hard I thought my skin was on fire. My bottom

 was burning and I felt my temperature rise.

 But at last, my Master finished, and turned me over again onto my back. He

 stared into my eyes for a few moments, as I blushed. And I tried to beg

 him with my eyes. My eyes said, "Please, Master, please, Master, PLEASE."

 "Please what," he said, reading my mind.

 "Please," I thought, "please, no more, please, no more of this, please let

 me shit."

 "Would you like to shit, little girl?" he asked, smiling broadly.

 I nodded my head at him.

 "Oh, you would, would you," he said. "But, you see, I have other things in

 mind."

 He reached into his black silk and suede bag and removed a pair of nipple

 clips he had instructed me to buy. I hated these clamps, which had fat

 black rubber tips that clung tenaciously to my tender nipples. He attached

 them to me, tightening the screws, till I squirmed and moaned into my gag.

 Then he reached down again and removed a 20" rubber, doubled-ended dildo.

 I had never understood why he made this particular purchase, imagining he

 intended to put one end in me, another in some slave he had yet to

 acquire. I watched as he lubricated one end with KY-gel. Then he dipped

 the other end into a dark jar.

 He took his knife from his pocket and now destroyed every trace of fabric,

 half cutting and half ripping the rags off of me. Then he gripped the rope

 and pulled it to the side, exposing my throbbing clit. He slapped my

 thighs and tore them apart, then introduced the lubricated head of the

 dildo between my pussy lips. At first, it could barely go in, it was so

 large, and my cunt is so tight.

 My Master began rubbing it against my clit, teasingly, then spanking me

 between the legs, then rubbing it against the butt plug, which would shift

 against the strain of my bowels. Then my Master reached between my legs.

 "Why do you suppose you're so wet, little girl?" he asked, in a cool,

 serious tone of voice.

 I couldn't respond but my hips trembled and shook, and my Master pushed

 the dildo up inside me as I panted into my gag.

 Then Master undid the belt and pulled the panties out--only to replace

 them with the other end of the cock. He pinched my nostrils, forcing me to

 gasp and open my mouth, then stuck the fat head of the dildo between my

 teeth. I tasted...chocolate! My Master had dipped the head of the cock in

 a jar of chocolate sauce.

 "Now, suck," said my Master, leaning back to watch.

 And so I sucked: with the butt plug up my ass, 2 quarts of soapy liquid

 and shit creating a terrible pressure in my bowels, trussed like a slave

 about to be sold, with nipple clamps pinching my oversensitive swollen

 nipples and an enormous dildo stuck into my pussy and mouth.

 After obediently sucking and licking on the dildo for several minutes, my

 Master came over and pulled it out of my mouth. He used it to spank my

 sore nipples and breasts.

 "What would you like to say, slave?" he asked.

 "PLEASE, Master," I begged in a craven voice, "PLEASE LET ME SHIT, Master.

 Please, Sir. I beg of You!"

 "Is that all you can think of," he said.

 "No, Master," I confessed, humiliated by the fact that my thighs were

 soaking wet with pussy juices that betrayed my enormous excitement.

 "I didn't think so," he said. "But, never mind," he said, "I'm in a kind

 mood today."

 And, to my amazement, he removed the dildo from my hot vagina and the

 nipple clips and pulled me up to my feet.

 "You have my permission to go," he said.

 Gratefully, I bowed down and kissed his feet, feeling him gaze approvingly

 upon me. Then I asked permission to go relieve myself, and he consented,

 merely stating that I would have to wait for him to remove the butt plug.

 I raced in relief to the bathroom and waited. But, after several minutes,

 he still had not showed up.

 I peeked out of the bathroom. There was no sign of him at all.

 Tentatively, I emerged and headed back towards the bedroom. I caught sight

 of him standing in the middle of the living room.

 "Master?" I timidly asked.

 "I've been waiting for you," he said.

 I looked at him confused...then look down and saw, to my surprise, the

 newest item he had added to his collection. A porcelein chamber pot

 glistened at his feet. As I drew closer, I saw that the pot was extremely

 small. I looked up at him questioningly.

 "Isn't this a nice potty for a little slave like you?" he asked. "From now

 on, this is where you'll be doing all your pissing and shitting. Right out

 here in the open where I can see you!"

 "B-but," I stammered, my face flushed.

 "Do you or don't you want that buttplug removed?" he asked.

 There was no question of that! I felt that my insides would explode if the

 buttplug didn't come out immediately. So, meekly and subserviently, I

 approached.

 "Crawl to me, slave, on your elbows and knees."

 I crawled over as best as I could with my rope harness still on and the

 butt plug inside me.

 Then Master had me position myself much as I'd been in the bedroom, with

 my forehead to the floor and my ass sticking way up in the air. He pushed

 my knees apart with the toes of his leather boots and slowly dislodged the

 butt plug. He took his knife and cut the rope that went between my legs.

 Then he abruptly turned me over and placed me directly on the potty.

 "You're lucky I allow you to sit on the potty," he said, "I had considered

 making you stand while I watched."

 Within seconds, the agonizingly embarrassing noises of my shitting began.

 I could not even look into my Master's face, I was so incredibly

 humiliated. Even more humiliating was the fact that my nipples were wildly

 erect and steely with excitement.

 After a few moments, I thought I was done, and--still trembling--begged my

 Master for permission to get up. He immediately agreed and I stood up, so

 relieved to be out of that humiliating situation. But, as soon as I got

 up, another cramp invaded my bowels, and I had to go again. So, I once

 again begged my Master for permission.

 He had just given me his permission when, to my horror, the downstairs

 bell rang. My Master rarely invites visitors. I hoped against hope it was

 only the mailman with a package, which he would drop at the front door. My

 Master left me sitting on the potty, and went to deal with it. After

 several minutes, I heard another man's voice, then some laughter, and a

 slamming door.

 I was sure it had been a delivery and waited for my Master to return so

 that I could get up, since I was sure I had finished shitting this time

 for good.

 My Master walked in. Behind him was a friend of his whom I had met only

 once before at a party. I was not aware that this friend knew anything

 about my slavery to my Master. I did know that the friend had been

 extremely flirtatious with me, however, and that I had snubbed him in a

 casual, but cold, way.

 When his friend saw me, he examined me with his eyes. I felt his gaze burn

 into my nipples, and follow my belly down to my naked, shaved labia.

 "Have you finished shitting yet," asked my Master.

 I gulped and turned deep crimson, uncertain I could speak.

 "Well, have you," asked my Master.

 "Yes," I peeped, utterly debased.

 "Then I guess I will have to clean you off, won't I?" said my Master.

 This was something I had not even considered!

 "Get up off the potty," said my Master, "and crawl to me."

 I did as he commanded, trying hard not to look at his friend.

 But just as I reached his feet, the most awful thing happened.

 Once again, my bowels cramped up. Once again that urgent sensation

 possessed me. I gazed up desperately, determined however, not to give in

 to my need.

 But it was to no avail. My Master immediately recognized my dilemma.

 "Get back to the potty," he commanded, "and this time, you will SQUAT

 above it till you're done."

 I went back and prayed that somehow I could stop my sphincter from

 performing its natural function. I helplessly squatted a foot above the

 potty. My skin literally crawled from mortefication. The two men began

 talking congenially, but I was conscious that both were watching me from

 the corners of their eyes. At last, I could not hold out any longer, and I

 began to shit again.

 As I did so, my Master's friend began studying me. This time, everything

 was visible. My helpless bottom stuck out below my open pussy lips as I

 squatted with my knees and ankles splayed.

 "But you know what," my Master said, as if picking up the thread of an

 ongoing conversation, "it makes her excited to shit like that, on a potty

 in front of two Masters. You know how I know?"

 The other man inclined his head. My Master pushed a finger under the rope

 and started toying with my cunt.

 "Because her pussy is so wet. Here, feel it."

 His friend came over and touched me as well. The two men stood above me,

 each taking turns at sticking their fingers between my pussy lips, and

 grazing my clit, as I helplessly shit into the potty at their feet. I knew

 there was nothing I could do to prevent them from using me in this way. I

 knew I was utterly helpless before my Lord and Master. I knew that however

 he chose to play with me, I was his to play with. And if it amused him to

 excite me by subjecting me to the cruelest of humiliations, I knew that

 there was no protest I could make.

 The combination of these sensations and ideas was making me so excited, I

 simply didn't know what to do. I was trembling and squirming, and now I

 began to moan and whimper at the incredible humiliation and excitement I

 felt. Suddenly, I started to lose control of my excitement...I could sense

 my clit swelling and I started to give in to the wave after wave of

 intense lust that possessed me.

 My orgasm started mounting, and I panted and whimpered loudly. My Master

 and his friend watched me as I came, my face bright with embarrassment

 because I was so horny that I couldn't help myself.

 Then my Master said, "You're done shitting for now, I see. Well, then,

 it's time to clean you off."

 And with that, he picked me up off the potty straight onto my knees.  Then

 he and his friends returned to their chairs and he commanded me to crawl

 to his friend. By now, one would think that I had reached the limits of my

 embarrassment, but, on the contrary, each new humiliation was making me

 even more excited, and even more ashamed. I was profoundly aware of how my

 dirty ass, sticking up in the air, wiggled as I crawled.

 When I reached his friend, I heard the men laugh, and then nearly died

 with shame to realize that it would be his friend who'd clean me off. I

 was ordered to offer his friend my ass and press my forehead to the ground

 so that he would have a good view of the terrain. Then he worked

 vigorously, scraping my asshole till it burned.

 Suddenly, my Master was beside us. My Master removed his knife again and

 cut my wrists free from my neck, leaving them bound together but now

 pulling them up over my head. He took the double-headed dildo and put it

 inside me. It slid in easily this time. Then he pulled the other end and

 again stuck it into my mouth.

 I looked entirely ridiculous and helpless.

 My Master merely laughed and pulled me, just like that, onto his knee and

 started spanking me and spanking me, harder and harder, each stroke like a

 whip wounding my flesh. As I rolled in his lap, the dildo dug inside me,

 and again I began to swoon in lust and submission, desire and frenzy, and

 began screaming with ecstasy over and over as I reached higher and higher

 and higher peaks.

 But before I could achieve full orgasm, my Master roughly pushed me back

 onto my feet and commanded me to scamper over to his friend. I hurried, my

 eyelids lowered, conscious of my tits bouncing uncontrollably as I took

 those tiny, ridiculous, scampering steps. As I ran I could feel my wet

 thighs glide against each other, and the dildo hanging out of me.

 When I reached the other Master, he immediately set to pinching me:

 tweaking my nipples hard, pinching my ass, pinching my labia and my

 thighs, till I began to squeal at each pinch, and tears sprang to my

 eyes.  Then he grabbed the free end of the dildo and began forcing it up

 into my ass. He stepped back to stare at me, and started spanking my tits

 with firm swats.

 "So, you little bitch, you thought you could snub me!" he murmurred. "You

 thought I didn't know that you were a slave!"

 He reached into his pocket and removed a rolled up a cat o'nine, uncurling

 its lashes, and spinning it in the air.

 Suddenly, I felt the lashes fall across my tits. He began rapidly beating

 my breasts with the cat, till narrow streaks of red appeared. Then he

 turned me around and started flicking the cat across my back and my

 buttocks, till the stinging once more made me cry out.

 Now I was facing my Master, who suddenly said,

 "Get down on the floor and crawl over here!"

 I did as he said, relieved to crawl away from the blows of the other  Master.

 My Master extended his hand down to my ass, and pulled out the dildo from

 my asshole. Then he said,

 "Start kissing my feet, and reach behind and pull the cheeks of your ass

 apart so that my friend has complete access to your asshole for his pleasure."

 Breathing heavily, I obeyed my Master, and began kissing his beloved feet

 submissively.  I gingerly reached behind to separate my swollen and raw

 cheeks, and thus exposed, waited fearfully.  I heard the sound of a

 zipper unzip, and felt the second Master approach and start pushing his

 cock inside me.

 Above my head, I heard my Master open his fly, and then he grabbed me by

 the hair and raised my lips up to his lap, where his stiff cock waited for its due.

 "Get going!" he growled softly, and I quickly wrapped my mouth around his

 cock, and lapped it slavishly.

 As I sucked my Master's cock, I felt the other Master fuck me up the ass,

 and I felt his fingers pinching and playing with my sensitive clit till

 I squirmed and writhed frantically beneath him. Meanwhile, my Master,

 who still gripped my hair in one hand, used his other hand to pinch my

 nipples and spank me all over.

 Thus enslaved to two Masters, completely humiliated, forced into

 total obedience, and subjected to all manners of painful punishment, I

 felt myself climbing to wave after wave of orgasm.