I hope you all enjoyed the first part. I am starting with the second part. I hope you enjoy this one. If you haven’t read the first part, please read it to get the background. Otherwise, without the context, it would be meaningless.
I completed college and went back home. I was living alone in my flat and was trying to find another roommate, but I was currently alone. I was preparing dinner for myself, and I received a text from Mistress.
‘Pet, get an appointment and get your body waxed by today. Also, you would explicitly tell the parlour lady that you are doing this on the order of your mistress without fail. Once done, you will ask the parlour lady to take pics of you, and you will send them to me for verification. You would also tell her that you are taking pics, as you need to send this to your mistress for verification from all angles. Also, strip all your clothes. You will be nude all the time when you are in your flat and alone. If you receive any delivery or parcel, you can pick it up, but you are allowed only one item of clothing on your body, ‘just one’, and you can choose what it can be. Now get going fast.’
I quickly made an appointment at a nearby parlour. Getting waxed was still fine. But telling the parlour lady that I was following a command was too humiliating. I got dressed up and moved to the parlour. I told the receptionist that I have an appointment.
The lady asked, “Where do you all want to get waxed?” I said everywhere below my neck. She was a little surprised, but then asked me to move to a room and get completely nude.
I stripped and lay on the bed. The parlour lady came and asked, and I said, ” Full body below the neck. She started with my legs and was talking in between.
She asked, “When is the marriage?”
I was surprised by her question and answered, “I am not getting married.”
Parlour lady: Oh, why then are you getting a full body wax? Generally, girls do when they are getting married.
I wanted to hide my face in shame. Words were not coming from my mouth, but then I had to tell her, as it was the mistress’s command. I, barely able to speak, told her that I am doing it at my mistress’s command.
Parlour lady: Mistress, what does that mean?
Again, feeling very humiliated, I told her that it’s a master-slave relationship. I am a sex slave and have to follow all orders of my mistress.
She now understood a little and was blushing, and I was feeling very humiliated. She now moved to my hands and then waxed my ass and butthole and at last my bikini area. All the time, she had a smile on her face.
It took more than an hour to finish, and my body was in pain. But I was also having a different feeling of completing my mistress’s order.
At the end, I gave her my mobile and asked her to take my pics from different angles. One was from the front side, full body, and one from the back. Then I lay on the table and stretched my legs to have a complete pic of my pussy.
Next, I turned around and bent halfway and stretched my ass to have a pic of my asshole. She was blushing all the time, and I was getting humiliated. At the end, she told me, “You are a good slave,” and I just blushed in humiliation. I sent all those pics to Mistress.
I came out, and the lady had told this to the receptionist. She was also smiling and told me the amount. She also said, “You would be getting this order many times and that you would need to visit here frequently. We have given and will be giving a 20% discount to you.”
Part of her marketing strategy. It was better for me as well in terms of finances, and it was limited to one parlour, knowing that I am a slave.
I came back to my apartment and saw the text, ‘Good slave. Getting appreciation from a mistress is no less than getting a medal.’ I felt proud of myself. All the subs out here would understand that feeling.
I just responded, ‘Thank you, Mistress. Your wish is my command.’ Mistress replied, ‘Enough of appreciation. Don’t forget the rules: strip nude completely and send me a pic, which I did.
I was now completely nude, preparing my food, and then I ate it and slept. All the time, my mind was thinking, what will the mistress do next? I slept. I don’t know when.
The next morning, I woke up. I wished Mistress good morning. I did all my chores all nude and got ready for college. I was about to wear my bra and panties. I remember the mistress’s rule not to wear it, so I wear a bra and then a salwar suit.
I went to college, took classes, and my mistress was also there today. But since we were not alone, we both behaved normally. Time passed, and post-lunch, I was having free time, sitting in my lab. Suddenly, Mistress came, and I just stood up. There was no one in the lab, but the door was open.
Once she was near, I put my head down and slowly said, “Good afternoon, Mistress.” Mistress ordered me to go and close the door. I was walking back and heard, “Pets walk on all fours,” and I just got down on all fours and started to crawl towards Mistress.
“Good pet” was what I heard. I was in a slave position once I reached near the Mistress. Her next order was, “It’s inspection time, strip now.” I stood up, and automatically, my hands started to remove my clothes. I removed my salwar, kurta, and then the last one, my bra.
Probably, Mistress wanted to check if I was wearing panties. She took a good look to see if there were any hairs. I was ordered to turn around and go back. Bent halfway and spread my ass cheeks to show any hairs, but it was all clean.
Mistress asked for my lipstick, and then she wrote “whore” on my boobs, “cum dump” on my stomach, and “slut” just above my pussy. Mistress pet on my ass. “Dirty pig” and various other comments on my body. I was asked to wear my clothes, and then she told me about her project and what is pending.
I was not allowed to remove these words till the next day, I bathed. She then handed me a packet and ordered me to open it only when I received the message to open it.
The day went uneventful apart from my being nude once I reached home. The next morning, I woke up and greeted her with good morning. After some time, I received a text from Mistress to open the parcel and text back.
With a lot of anxiety, I opened the parcel, and it was a vibrator, but its shape was a little different. I texted Mistress, praising her with a thank-you note. The next text was very erotic and, at the same time, very risky.
Mistress had ordered me to put the vibrator inside my pussy while I stepped outside the house. It always has to be within my pussy as I step out. The only exception is when I am on my period.
I took a bath and then inserted it into my pussy. It was idle and inactive, so I didn’t feel much apart from walking. It felt like something was inside.
Reached college. The day was going as usual. I was taking a class, and my mistress was also sitting, mostly towards the end. It was a little uncomfortable, as I was not supposed to make eye contact with her. I was speaking, and suddenly I felt a vibration in my pussy.
Oh God, Mistress was controlling it from her mobile. I couldn’t stand, and words were not coming out of my mouth. I slowly moved towards the board to hide my expression. It was becoming very difficult for me to hide my moans.
I turned around and looked into my mistress’s eyes, pleading for it to stop, but instead she changed the mode. Now it was even more difficult to hold. My legs were trembling, and I sat down on the chair. I was moving towards orgasm. My eyes were doing the talking all the time, with Mistress pleading to stop.
One of the female students, just seeing me, asked whether I was okay and needed something. I just responded that I am okay and put my head down. I was now very close. My pussy was badly leaking juices, which started to flow to my thighs.
I knew within the next 5-10 seconds I would be having a huge orgasm. I was planning to hide it by keeping my mouth shut. Suddenly, the vibrations stopped. Mistress probably knew that I was on the edge. I gathered composure, took some long breaths, and drank water.
I stood again and started to teach after a couple of minutes. After 5 minutes or so, the vibrator was again started and stopped after bringing me towards the edge. This was repeated many times by the mistress. She was enjoying me being humiliated in my own class.
I also went near her. Due to people in class, I couldn’t speak but only pleaded through my eyes. But she had a mischievous smile and handed me a chit to be available in the lab at 4 PM, which gave me goose bumps. I somehow finished the class.
She played the vibrator while I was in different classes in the staff room. As she was not able to see me, she played for a smaller duration, sometimes bringing me to the edge and sometimes not. Time passed, and now I was in the lab, and the clock was showing 3.30 PM.
My anticipation was growing, and I was getting chills. Suddenly, this half hour looked like half a day. I was trying to engage myself, but my mind was continuously hovering around the clock. Every few seconds, I was watching the clock.
It was 5 minutes before 4 when I received a text. Slave, be nude and in a slave position near the door. You can keep the door closed. I will knock on the door 3 times with 3 taps each and say “slave,” which would be a sign for you to open the door.
I quickly locked the door and got undressed completely. I still had a couple of minutes left, but thought it best to be in a slave position, as she might come anytime. This wait was far slower than the previous half hour. Every second, my mind was thinking about what she was going to do with me.
Have I committed any mistakes? Did I do something wrong, and would I be getting punished, or is it a normal routine one? My body was freezing. My heart and mind were not in my control. I lost count of the time, and then I heard one knock, then a second, and then the last one, followed by “Slave, open.”
There was a different kind of dominance in her words, which could make any slave melt on her knees. I was lost but then got back, stood up, and opened the door. Just saw half of her body and legs and could identify that it was my mistress.
Once she was in, I closed the door and again went back to the kneeling position with my head down. She put her hand in my hair and started to love like we love our pets. Her words were –good pet. Mistress then pushed my head and pushed it to her legs, and I knew what I needed to do.
I started to lick her toes with her sandals on them. Mistress ordered me to clean her sandals as well. My tongue was licking all the dust from them. It was just the upper part of them, which was not so bad in terms of hygiene. After some good time, she took hold of my hair and took me to the desk.
I was crawling on all fours behind her. She ordered me to undress her. I stood and started to remove each of her dresses. After removing her last cloth, which was her bra, she again went to a kneeling position.
I received a slap on my face, and not one but 4 in one go. Mistress said, “Who will thank me after stripping my clothes?” The count of 4 slaps was for each cloth. Mistress tied my hands behind me with my bra. She put one of her legs on my shoulder, crossing it, and ordered me to lick her pussy.
For a slave, this is a gift. Soon, my tongue was exploring each part of her pussy. Mistress started to moan. She started to push my head more and more, and soon I started to tongue-fuck her. Her moans started to become more intense. I left no place where my tongue would not have reached it.
She was enjoying it, and after almost 7-8 minutes, she reached her orgasm, and her juices started to flow. She was in ecstasy and, after some time, came back to her senses. She ordered me to lick all her juices and make her clean. I licked all her juices and her thighs as well, and some juices have flowed there.
She removed her legs and said, “Good slave,” and this was nothing less than a gift for me. I was proud that I was able to satisfy Mistress. Mistress then got clothed but ordered me to remain nude. I was still in a kneeling position. She ordered me to crawl towards her bag and bring a box from it.
I crawled to pick up the box, but the problem now was how to carry it. I asked permission to walk, but was denied by the mistress. I then tried to pick it from my mouth. Luckily, it was not heavy. I reached the mistress with the box in my mouth.
Good pet, and she ordered me to unbox it in a kneeling position. I opened the box, and it was a butt plug. It was metallic with a red jewel at the end. I knew what was going to happen now. I was a virgin by ass, so I got goosebumps when I saw it. It was definitely very painful.
Mistress then ordered me to hand it over to her and then placed it in my mouth and ordered me to suck it. Probably it was for lubrication. Mistress ordered me to bend over the desk and rest my face on it. Also, she ordered me to spread my ass cheeks with my hands.
Hearing this, my hair was already raised. I pleaded with the mistress that I am a virgin from the ass and not to do this to me. She said only one sentence—take it or end it. It was hard to take this in, but it is more painful now for me to end this relationship.
A relationship, which I was looking for years, one that I crave, one that gives me pleasure. I thought that pain would still be bearable, but separation from my mistress is something I won’t be able to live with. Also, pain is pleasure and is part of this.
I am surely going to get more and more of it going forward. I just came near my desk and bent forward on it. I took my hands back and spread my ass cheeks. Mistress came behind, and I could now feel the touch of metal near my asshole. It was just at the entrance of it, ready to pierce my virgin asshole.
Mistress pushed the plug, and it somewhat went inside. She again started to push it. It was difficult, and I was now getting pain, a lot of it. Mistress continued to push in. Tears were rolling down my face. I wanted to, but since it was college, I was keeping my mouth shut.
Then came the final push, and it pierced my anus and entered it completely. I had a lot of pain, but finally was relieved once it was completely in. Mistress ordered me to stand now.
She said, “Good slave, now you will keep this all the time in your ass, exceptions being when you use the washroom and while you sleep at night. I want you to have a relaxed sleep. I will leave now, and you will be like this nude until you are about to leave or someone comes up.”
I was really frightened hearing this. “Anyone may pop up. Mistress, it would be a shame if I open the door after some time. What will the person think?”
“I don’t know how you justify it. This is your punishment for not progressing well on the project. You will now sit nude with a butt plug and vibrator and work on the project. You can wear your dress without a bra if someone comes. I am sure that won’t take much time. Now get going,” and she left the room.
I closed the door and started to work. I almost worked for 1.5 hours, and the clock was showing 6 PM. Thankfully, no one knocked on the door. I put on the dress and left the college.
As I reached home, I got nude and was lying on the bed. I received a text from Mistress. Since I am a pet dog. I am now allowed to sit on the pot for pee. From now onwards, I can pee on all fours only with one leg up, the way dogs pee.
“You are not allowed to wash your body post that. This rule only applies when at home. Outside, you can use the pot.”
I had a different feeling reading this. I was feeling like peeing now, post-reading the message. I went to the washroom. I was nude already, so I got into the dog position. I put one leg up and started peeing. Pee started to hit the floor and somewhat go through my legs as well.
At the end, it was quite humiliating, but at the same time erotic as well. Peeing like this was not so bad. But not being able to wash after that was difficult, but an order was an order. I had created a video of it and sent it to Mistress. She responded as a good pet.
She asked what I was going to have for dinner. I thought and responded with rice and egg curry.
Her next text was, “Slave, drink around 1 litre of water and another one in the next hour. Once you go for a pee, you will collect it in a bowl. While you prepare rice, you will prepare it in your own pee. Instead of using water, it should be cooked with your pee. Is it understood?”
I was dumbstruck by the ideas she had to humiliate someone. I never thought that I would be tasting my own pee. Though I didn’t mention this as a hard limit, it was a different feeling. One part of my heart was saying to try it, but the other part was giving a disgusting feeling.
I was brought to attention with the next text. Any queries? And I could respond saying, “No, mistress.” I had to do it. I have not mentioned this as my hard limit. I just responded with, “No, mistress.”
“Good slave” was the response. I drank almost a litre of water and started to drink in between, as I need to collect a lot of piss. My bladder was full for some time, and I took a big bowl and went to the washroom. Took my one leg up and started to piss in the bowl.
I did it 2-3 times, and it was a sufficient amount to cook rice. I started to cook rice. The smell of boiling pee was all over the kitchen, and I was not able to stand there, so I came out. I was not able to withstand the smell, and I had to eat it. I don’t know how I will be able to do this.
Should I use my safe words? Or should I give it a try at least? All these thoughts were racing in my mind. Rice was cooked now, and at the same time, egg curry as well. I put the rice on a plate, and it was now on the floor with the plate. Yes, I was not allowed to use any furniture for eating.
I mixed some curry with rice and was about to take the first bite. The spoon was just near my nose, and it really smelled bad. I was still in two minds, as this will not be the last time I will be doing it. This would become a daily task. Should I use my safe word and stop it?
After a lot of thoughts, I decided to move ahead and consumed it. The taste was not very bad, as the curry taste subsided, and also the pee was quite diluted. But there was some taste of pee, of course. My tongue has tasted my own pee for the first time. It was odd, but an erotic feeling.
After 3-4 spoons, my tongue was used to that taste. I finished my food and responded to Mistress that I had completed it. I drank some water, but the taste in my mouth was still there. I thought of brushing my teeth once. But as I saw my mobile, there was a text from Mistress—no brushing or use of mint.
I was disappointed seeing it, but I have to follow it. Somehow, I was able to forget the taste, but the burp again brought that taste back. After dinner, I lay on the bed. My mind was going in circles.
What all have I done after I entered this life, and what all is still in store? I have tasted my own pee, did nude play in college, and I have submitted to a person who is quite younger than me. Still, I was loving this life, being in control of someone, getting commanded by Mistress, and getting pain.
Most importantly, humiliation from her. My fantasies were coming true.
This is the end of second part, more parts to follow. I hope you enjoyed the story. You can reach out to me at [email protected] or [email protected] or use GChat. Please provide your valuable feedback.