The Weekend Ch. 04 – Afternoon Tea

I awoke as the cell door lock buzzed and with a click the door fell slightly ajar. I was still pressed tight against Pet who lay facing away from us, crowded in with me on our tiny bed. The blanket was still on top of us, and I could feel the heat from her body radiating into me. We had had sex earlier – I had taken her at the invitation of the Mistress as a punishment for her insolence, forcing myself upon her while she was tied down over the bench, powerless to resist. Later, while we laid together in the cell, our hands tied above our head, I had had sex with her again, this time at her instigation, a gentle coupling while we lay under the rough blanket. I could feel the stickiness against me as my cum had leaked out while we spelt. The pressure in my bottom reminded me that the butt plug that they had forced in earlier as still there, but the pain had given way to a comforting fullness now.

The dungeon was in darkness now, so some hours must have passed since we had been left in the cell. It was suddenly flooded with light as the familiar sound of clicking heels announced the arrival of the Mistress, descending the stone steps into the dungeon. She carried what looked like a small plastic dustbin, and a jug, which she placed on the floor in the tilled area of the basement, before coming over to peer at us through the bars of the cell.

She picked up the flogger hanging from her belt, and ran it across the bars of the cell. I felt Pet flinch as she suddenly woke up. “Wakey, wakey,” shouted the Mistress, flinging the door of the cell open. She stood at the door of the cell, and then with a wrinkle of disgust stepped onto the filthy floor to reach us so that she could untie our chains. I could see the floor squelch as she stepped across it, the constant dripping water making it damp and slimy.

Unclipping us, she stepped back out of the cell, and I noticed that she didn’t wipe her feet on the mat at the entrance. Pet slid her feet onto the floor and stood up, and I felt her skin pull at mine as the dried semen unstuck from between us. I could see the tracks on her legs where it had ran out, and the dull bruising on her bottom her she had been savagely beaten earlier. I followed her out of the cell and Mistress led us over to the tiles in the centre, where she motioned for us to kneel on the ground.. Walking behind us, she grabbed our arms in turns, and locked our cuff rings together, our hands behind our back.

Reaching into her pocket, she brought out a TV remote, and clicking it, a screen came to life which was bolted to the wall. I saw Louise and the Master, reclining on a sofa, both wearing towelling robes. Louise was leaning against the Master’s chest, his arm around her, and her hand dangled down between his legs. They were looking straight at us, and I realised that they must be watching the live feed from the dungeon., She leaned into the Master and, covering her mouth whispered into his ear. I saw the Master smile, and then picking up a mobile phone, call someone.

Mistress’s phone rang in her pocket and she picked it up, and I could hear a voice talking to her. She picked up the remote and flicked a switch, and I could see the volume increase on the TV screen. Louise sat forward and started straight into the camera, her face hardening. I could feel her eyes boring straight into mine.

“Hello darling, have you been enjoying yourself this afternoon. We’ve just had afternoon tea, and I didn’t want you to feel left out, so the Mistress has kindly brought some down for you. I want you to thank her, and then have a nice afternoon tea with that little slut that you have been fucking.”

She lay back against the Master, trailing her hand back down between his legs, and they sat watching us.

Mistress lifted the lid off the plastic dustbin and upended it. Food waste tipped out into a pile on the floor. I could see crusts of bread, pieces of fruit, half eaten scones smeared with cream and jam, some bits of cake, all jumbled together. She prodded at it with her feet, stirring the mess with her toe. I saw bits of filth from the cell floor mix with it, as she rubbed the sole of her foot across the waste.

Holding her foot above Pet’s lowered head, she slowly wiped the sole over her head, smearing dirt and food into her hair, and down her face. Pet sat in silence, resigned to the humiliation. Sighing the Mistress spoke to us. “Enjoy your tea. It will be a while until you eat again, if you do, so make the most of it. She picked up the timer that we had used earlier and set it on the floor. As the sand started running through it, I knew we would only have a few minutes. Pet bent forward, lowering her head to the floor and started to gobble at the revolting mess in front of her. I remembered my wife’s instruction, and raising my head to the Mistress said, “Thank you for my tea, Mistress,” before lowering my head to join Pet.

Kneeling with my hands behind me, I found I had little control, and my face immediately slipped into the pile of waste food in front of us, My head bumped against Pet, and I realised the she was eagerly gobbling away, oblivious to how revolting it looked. Despite the look of what we were guzzling, it didn’t taste too bad. I was worried that something unpleasant had been mixed with it, but it really did seem like it was just the left overs from their earlier meal.

I felt Mistress pull on my hair and I raised my head, Pet doing the same next to me. She looked ridiculous, and I supposed I looked much the same. Apart from the dirt and mess engrained in her head, her face was covered with sticky food, and it had dribbled down her chin, dripping onto her breasts. I heard laughing from the screen, and trained to see Louise and the Master in hysterics, having watched us like pigs in a trough. I saw her whisper to him again, and he typed something into his phone.

Mistress’s phone pinged and she looked at it.

“How forgetful I am, you should have something to drink with this. Would you like some tea?”

She picked up the jug from the floor and tipped Pet’s head back with the toe of her boot. “Open!” She commanded. Pet tipped her head back and Mistress poured a grey liquid out of the jug. Pet guzzled and spluttered as the drink poured into her open mouth, swallowing what she could while the rest ran down her upturned face and onto her breasts, mixing with the food. Mistress turned to me, and I tipped my head and opened my mouth. The liquid poured down on to me. It was cold tea, more left overs from their afternoon I supposed. I drank what I could, and like Pet, the rest ran down me.

Mistress upended the jug and the rest of the tea splashed onto of the remains of the waste food. She stepped behind Pet and pushed with her foot, so that the young woman fell forwards into it. Pushing on her back with her sole, the Mistress rubbed her into the mess, coating her face breasts and stomach. On the TV screen Louise continued to giggle. The Master leant and whispered something to her, and she turned to look straight at the camera, straight into my eyes. As I watched she slowly slid down, and then turning to face the Master lowered her head between his legs.

As Louise’s head began to bob, Mistress clicked the TV off. Pet was still lying on the floor, her face resting in the mess. Mistress reached down and clipped her wrists. “This place looks like a fucking pigsty and you two look like a couple of pigs wallowing. Get it all cleaned up and then get yourselves ready for tonight. ”

Turning away she up the stairs, and I heard the door close behind her, the light still burning in the basement.

Pet slowly lifted herself up, She looked a total mess, food all over the front of her, her hair caked in food and dirt. She came behind me and undid my cuffs.

“We don’t have long, so help me get this place tidied.” The bench was still in the missile of the dungeon from earlier, Pet’s skirt and torn panties on the floor. I helped her move the bench back to the side of the room, and she picked up the remnants of her clothes. I realised how clever the design of the dungeon was when she uncoiled the hose from the wall, and rinsed the remains of the food and the tea into the rain in the centre. After a quick wipe over the tiles with a mop, the dungeon was coal, ready for the next session.

“Just one thing left, I think that case come out now,” smiled Pet. Bending me over the padded bench she told me to relax, and then I felt the pressure as she tugged at the plug in my bottom, and then the realise as it came out. She took it to a small sink in the corner and discretely washed it and her hands, before retiring ti its shelf, where it sat with a range other plugs and dildos. I noticed that it was just about the smallest one there, and I realised that they had really been quite gentle with me earlier.

She returned with my cock cager. “I’m sorry, but you have to have this back on before we leave the dungeon. As she slid it on and clipped it closed, she gave me a smile of encouragement. “You will notice a difference when we go up. There’s going to be a party tonight and there will be a lot more people around. I’m going to take you somewhere to get ready, so just act normal.” She laughed. “Normal, that is for here. Just keep your head lowered and follow me. No one will look twice at you, everyone here is used to the Scene, and knows what goes on.”

She led me up the stairs and we went into the reception room. I could see several people I the kitchen, and heard and smelled the food being prepared. Someone passed us carrying some chairs. Pet was right, he didn’t give us a second look. Obviously naked people smeared in food and in chains were absolutely normal here. Pet lead me to a door on the other dish of the room from the stair case. Opening it, there was a smaller wooden staircase going up stairs. I was starting to realise that this house was much larger than I had realised when we arrived yesterday. Following her up to the first floor, we then took a second set of stairs, to reach the next floor.