There’s a toy box left for me. Dildos, lotions, whips, outfits, costumes, lingerie, heels, floggers, clamps, strings of pearls, ropes of all color lay in a chest in the corner of the room. I have been told that if i touch these toys, i will be doing so in front of anyone who happens to be watching. It could be on the internet, shown to my family, or at work, or it may be broadcast on closed circuit TV to an audience but i would not be told. I would follow my Dom’s instruction or he guaranteed it would be shown just where it would hurt me most. I am to serve him as his blackmail slave. But, i must wait. My needs are of no importance. My only function is to serve and pleasure him.
He has come many times in these past few days that He has had me here. He’s come in just to use my mouth as his urinal. And he has come in and spent hours humiliating and torturing me while stroking his cock before me. He has sent others in to use me.
They’ve been more direct. Ramming their hard cocks down my throat and choking me. Slamming my body to the slab table and fucking my holes hard and fast filling them with cum or spewing it on my face or body as they desire. Each pounding me with his own choice of force and speed. Some so gentle i am merely annoyed at the inconvenience while others are so rough that i am crying and sore for long after. But, he never cums when he comes. He always leaves before i am to have my reward.
If he chooses to reward me, it’s slid through a slot at the bottom of the door on a metal plate. I am allowed to lick Dom’s cum from the plate on the floor.
It has been a long time since i have been used. A long time since my last reward. I have slept three or four times. I don’t know night or day or time anymore. I can’t tell when i’ll be fed or how long i’ve gone hungry. I’ve had only yogurt the past few times. It must be preparation for something.
I have a low burning anger growing in my chest. A result of boredom and resentment. A pressure building with no release. A spiteful loathing at my Dom and myself for wanting to open the box. Despising myself for wanting so much to thrust a cock shaped dildo inside my pussy and fuck myself hard regardless of who’s watching, and despising myself for caring.
An electronic sign hangs on the wall adjacent to the door. The dots glow alerting me there is a command. I tilt my head and decipher the message as it scrolls at an annoyingly slow pace from the right. PISS IN THE TOILET……DO NOT FLUSH….DRINK
I shutter with disgust and wonder how such a request became so. I once thought such that anyone who would want such a request was deplorable. Then smile to myself as i remember the excitement in Master’s eyes, the reward in His touch when i was finally able to perform His pleasures. He may be the one watching, i hope to myself. I spread my legs around the toilet, standing so Master can watch the piss as it flows from my crotch to the toilet below. I shake my lips free of the clinging droplets and lick my fingers clean. My head doesn’t fit well in the bowl but i know that Master wants me to push inside until i have a taste, then i may drink from my hands. I bend awkwardly and stick my head in the metal bowl. My hair soaks up the water and urine mixture and runs down my face. My eyes blink furiously avoiding the flow. I dip my hand, cup-shaped, into the bowl then hold it to my lips. Slurping all i can before it runs between my fingers and dribbles down my arm. I reach down for a few more handfuls until i am confident that Master has seen my obedience. I clean my hands and arms with my tongue and mouth, wipe the dripping hair from my face. I look for more instruction. But, the screen is black.
I lie down and close my eyes.
