From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Total Slavery (MMf, bdsm, humil, scat)
Date: 19 Feb 1996 17:05:50 GMT

			    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 thirty 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, two 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 shown 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 porcelain
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 mortification. 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
murmured. "You thought I didn't know that you were a slave!"

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