I noticed the electronic lock on the cell, with its red light blinking, and suspected that there was either a timer or a remote release that allowed Pet to get up and wake me this morning. There was also now familiar camera in the basement ceiling, and I wondered if the Mistress and Louise were watching us right now.
Pet led me to the centre of the room and pushed me to my knees in the centre of the tiled area, and then down on all four. She had a short chain and a couple of padlocks in her hand, that she must have picked up as we came into the dungeon. Unclipping the dog lead she replied it with the chain which she locked onto my collar, and then locked the other end to one of the rings on the floor. I remained on my hand and knees – the chain was long enough to allow me to do that, but I couldn’t get up.
“Back soon,” she laughed as she turned and went back up the stairs. She clicked the lights off as she left so I was left in the gloom, the only light trickling in through a small grimy window high in the basement roof, which must have been just above floor level. It was deathly quiet – I could hear water dripping somewhere, and the faint sounds of movement above which must have been Pet walking about in the kitchen.
I can’t have been done there very long when the light came back on as the door opened, and I saw Pet walking down with a bowl in her hand. I could smell food and realised how hungry I was. She dropped the bowl on the floor in front of me – it was made out of chipped enamel, and contained what looked like the leftovers from breakfast. A disgusting mess of cold beans, half eaten egg, bits of chewed toast, and a couple of scraps of bacon rind lay in the bottom of the bowl. Pet crouched down in front of me, looking me straight in the eyes, and then, clearing her throat, bent her head and spat heavily into the bowl, the slime laying on top of the mess that was already in there. My stomach heaved as I looked at it, with the realisation that this was all I was likely to get offered to eat.
My rumbling stomach competed with my revulsion at what was in front of me. Pet produced an egg timer and placed it ion the floor.
“When this runs out, its being taken away and you will get nothing else today, the choice is yours.”
I lowered my head into the bowl and tentatively bit into what was inside. It was revolting, cold and slimy, coated with Pet’s spit. I forced the first bit down, feeling my stomach heave as I swallowed. I took another bite, and then another, and started to eat into the pile of slop. I felt pressure on the back of my head and realised that Pet was pushing down on me with her foot, giggling to herself. “Good doggy'” she laughed, “Eat up all of your lovely breakfast”.
I carried on biting and swallowing, trying to get through it as quickly as possible. As I neared the bottom I saw the grains running through the timer slow down, as the sand ran out. Suddenly I felt a warm spattering on my back and something began to run into my hair, down my face an into the bowl. As the yellow liquid gathered in the bottom I realise what was happening. I turned my head to see Pet standing over me, her T-shirt lifted high, and her brief panties dark with her piss as it flowed out of her, through them and over my head. As the flow slowed she lifted her foot again and pushed my head forward so that my face was submerged in the warm mess. I slurped at it quickly, spluttering as I drank it all, with the remnants of the bowl.
As I finished, she pulled the bowl away and stood back, looking down at me chained on all fours. My face must have been coated with the slop from the bowl, and I could feel the warm liquid dripping down from my hair. She shook the last drops from the bowl, and started up the stairs before pausing and coming back down. Chuckling to herself, she slipped her soaking panties down her legs and stuffed them into my mouth. Pausing only to wipe herself on the hem of my T-shirt, she returned back up the stairs, laughing as she turned out the light. As the gloom returned, I stayed there, chained on all fours like before, but this time with my mouth stuffed with a pair of wet, piss stained panties, and her liquid dripping from me.
I must have been there a while. My hands and arms got tired, and I lay down on the cold tiles, the remnants of the piss soaking into my T-shirt. I had no way of telling the time – the water continued to drip in the back ground, and I occasionally heard noises above me as people moved around the the house. I must have dozed off because suddenly the lights were on and tI felt a sting as something slapped across my back.
“You lazy fuck,” screamed the Mistress, ‘get yourself up when you’r owners arrive!”
I scrambled to my hand and feet, and crouched in from of her. I heard sniggering, and realised that Pet was with her. Her T-shirt has been replaced with a crop top and short leather skirt, and for the first time she had foot wear, spike heel ankle boots. Although still with her collar on, she now carried a crop in one hand which she absent-mindedly tapped agains her heel as she watched.
The Mistress gazed down at me, a sneer on her face. “What a disgusting specify you are. You’re filthy and you stink”. While she was talking, Pet was uncoiling a garden hose fro the wall. As the mistress stepped back, she aimed it at me and opened the tap. A jet of freezing cold water struck me and as I shrieked, I instinctively curled into a ball, trying to avoid the ice-cold spray. The Mistress leaned over and struck me again with the riding crop she was holding..
“Up on your kens, you useless piece of shit!” she screamed. I crawled up and stayed there, head hung down, as Pet continued to direct the hose onto me. Suddenly it stopped, and I knelt there dripping. The panties that she had earlier gagged me with had fallen out when I screamed, and the Mistress picked them up and stuffed them back into my mouth.
“Do not let go of these again!” She laughed. “To be more accurate, do not let go of these again until I give you something else to put in your mouth.” She looked at Pet who giggled, they were obviously sharing some secret.
My T-shirt was soaked, and I started to shiver. Mistress held out her hand to Pet for the key, and unclipped the chain from the floor, lifting me up onto my feet. “You had better get used to being on all fours, there’s going to be a lot of that today. Now strip.”
I pulled the T-shirt over my head and, following her outstretched arm, threw it to the side. Pet threw a towel at me – it was old and tattered, but I rubbed myself dry while they watched in silence.
I heard scraping sounds as Pet tugged at the leather topped bench, pulling it into the centre of the room. Mistress pushed me towards it and then she thrust me forward so that I lay across it, with my stomach on the top, and my head hanging over the edge. My feet were grasped and spears apart and I heard chains rattle as they were attached to my ankle cuffs. My arms got the same treatment, and I was spread-eagled naked over the bench, apart from the ever present cage, and the panties gagging my mouth.
I glanced sideways to see Mistress walking round in front of me, swapping with Pet who I could sense standing behind me. Suddenly I felt the sting as something cracked across my raised buttocks, and I screamed, my cries muffled by the gag I my mouth. Again she lifted her crop and brought it down, continuing while I felt the pain build. I had never had anything like this done to me before, I had rarely been spanked as a child, and I was not sure how much I could stand. Just as I was considering splitting out the gag and shouting the safe word, it stopped. I could hear Pet breathing heavily behind me, while the Mistress looked on with an amused smile. I felt something cold upon my burning cheeks, and a soft hand rubbing over them.
“This is just something for the pain, and to stop any marks appearing,” explained the Mistress. “Don.t think we are being kind, it’s just that we have lots for you to do today”.
The beating was finished, and I head Pet moving behind me, and boxes being opened. She appeared in front of me, a dildo strapped to her, peeking out from her short skirt.
“Your wife can’t eat pussy to save her life, but she does suck a good cock, so I think you ought to try and catch up.”
The Mistress watched as Pet edged towards me, and grasping my hair, pulled it up and back do that my eyes gazed up at her. The gentle woman from our time in the bathroom was gone. Her eyes blazed angrily and she slapped me across the face. “Open up and relax!” The tip of the dildo reached my lips, and I parted them as wide as possible. The black rubber head slid in an inch or so, and instinctively I started to lick and suck on it. A little bit more was pushed in. “Breathe through your nose else you will suffocate,” laughed the Mistress. I held my mouth wide open, as I gagged on the cock. Suddenly it touched the back of my throat and I retched, coughing drool out through my nose and mouth. The two women burst into peels of laughter as Pet withdrew. The slimy cock rested just under my nose. “Open!” warned the Mistress as Pet thrust forward again.
The session continued as Pet continued to invade my throat, pausing only when I convulsed and choked. Eventually She stopped, and I lay there, drool pooling down my chin and onto the floor. “Quite a puddle,” observed the Mistress, “do you think he should lick it up.” Pet grinned evilly. “Perhaps as it’s his first time we will let him off. Let’s see how well he does at the other end.” She disappeared from my vision, moving being me, and then I felt a cold liquid being poured between the cheeks of my arse., followed by a probing sensation. I knew exactly what as about to happen, as I felt a finger start to slide into me. This was also something I had never done before, although I had fantasised about anal sex. Like most things, the reality was somewhat different. I tensed up, and cried out as the finger tried to get further inside. Pet pulled it out and slapped me across my buttocks. “Stop fighting. This is going to happen, so the more you relax the easier it’s going to be. Let’s try again.”
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