I wake from a deep sleep and look around to see where i am and what awoke me.  SHOWER YOURSELF  SLUT …. SHOWER PIG…  I blink the sand from my eyes, wipe the drool from my face, and stumble to the shower area.  Warm water flows automatically.  There are no nozzles for me to control.  Soap is sprayed at me as well.  These short efficient showers are torture in comparison to the long luxurious showers i usually allow myself.  I ache to let the water warm me and relax my body but must rush to be sure all the soap is washed away or the water will be cut off and i will wear the itchy soap until i am granted another shower.

This shower is long, i am given time to let the water run over my head and rinse my hair.  Two towels are slide through the door.  My suspicion is tingling.  I dry myself.  Wrap myself in towel and sit and watch the blank display.

I hear noise from outside the door.  I never hear anything and my heart is racing.  It sounds like people. Yes more than one.  Voices yes voices.  High, low.  Is that a woman?  A man?  What are they saying? No can’t tell what’s being said.  Footsteps.  Jangling.  Keys.  Yes at my door.  Keys in my door.  There are shadows at the opening.  I run to the corner by the door to hide.  My chest tightens and tears well in my eyes.  My pussy burns with excitement.

Its Dom’s voice i hear most distinctly.  Laughing now as the door opens.  He looks straight at me without hesitation.  My position in the room was no surprise to him.  I hear the mummer of voices quietly curious behind him.  I drop my head and look at up at him for a clue of my expected behavior.  He raises his chin sternly and i drop to the ground, sitting on my heels with my face and hands at my knees.

I see shadows, movement and hear the sounds as three others enter the room.  Two men and a woman.  I can see her slender ankles and beautiful silver stiletto heels.  I hear them echo above the noises of the cell as they click on the concrete floor.  Grey sharkskin cowboy boots, soft Italian leather loafers, and Dom’s leather sandals drift in and out of my view. 

“Is she an obedient slut, Dom?” I hear the voice attached to the boots ask in a tone that one might use when shopping for a used car.

“She is in training Dom Jacob.” I hear my Dom say to him. 

I feel disappointed that i have yet to earn the honor of being obedient.  Nevertheless, realize that there is much training to be done before i may proudly wear that label.  I lower my eyes to my hands and cease my straining to see past the ankles in front of me.

My head is yanked by the hair and i’m caught off guard by the sight of the tight muscular body attached to the slim ankles and stiletto heels.  My eyes widen as i see softness in her face that attracts me.  They quickly snapped shut against her face shrivels tight and close to project her spit at me.  I will not misjudge her power again. 

“Thank You Ma’am” i speak clearly as i blink the foamy spit from my lowered eyes.  I do not ask for more.  Being spat on is still not an activity that i crave.  It is one of humiliation and defeat.  I am still a prideful, stubborn slut.  I know my place however and while i do not ask for more unless requested, i will not complain.

“Doesn’t the stupid, filthy cunt want more?”  she asks me in a soft sensual tone that unnerves me.  I had expected a shrill or a shrew.  I had expected hate not a seductive voice such as hers.

“If it pleases you Mistress.”  I meekly reply.

“What the fuck is it that you said slut?” her warm voice sang out.

“If it pleases you Ma’am, yes i want more.” I say more clearly now.

“It pleases me to piss on your face do you want that slut?” cowboy boot voice asks.

“Yes Sir.  I would want you to piss on this slut’s face if it pleased you.”  I reply.  I hope i am answering in a manner that makes Master proud of His slut.  I wonder if my lack of wanting spit was bad.

A hand suddenly grabs my ass, a finger, something penetrating my anus and lifting.  I awkwardly struggle to my feet as my ass is lifted and Mistress twist my head back. 

“I want to fuck your ass, you’ll have no problem with that you filthy piece of meat?”  the new voice grinds out.  His voice is low and frightening.  I instantly worry about the force he will expect to be able to use, the speed of penetration.  I worry for myself.

“I will do my best to please you Sir” I speak truthfully, as i am instructed and hope that my answer does not displease.  He penetrates my ass deep to the point of pain.  The object is left still and the burning in my ass cools to warmth throughout my ass and pussy.  I push a bit deeper as my sphincter relaxes but my head is yanked the opposite direction and laughter starts from the four in the room.  I raise my eyes and try to take in who is teasing me.  The woman in front of me, pretty, strong, and healthy, dressed in spandex and leather.  The body found above the sharkskin grey cowboy boots is good-looking also; a working man’s hard body, dress in grey jeans, soft grey silk collared shirt, undone to his tanned collarbones, a crop of curled brown hair wisping just beyond, and a devilishly-charming boyish face,.  My Dom is leaning against the wall, feet crossed, toying with the keys to the cell.  He’s dressed casually in his shorts and Hawaiian shirt.  I feel Italian loafers penetrate my ass deeper and harder and with a second finger.  I close my eyes to fight the burning sensation i feel in the ring of my ass.

“Would you like to use this slut?” I hear my Dom ask the others rather sternly as it is clear by the crotch rubbing that the are already deriving some pleasure from their interview.

After a slight cough, the voice at my ass speaks “Yes, I think we are indeed already enjoying the use of this slut.”  He releases his grip on my ass and puts his fingers in my mouth for cleaning.  I taste my ass as i suck his fingers clean. 

 “We would like use this slave for humiliation, pain, a cum pig, and our whore.”  That voices deeply coos.

“You understand that she has a Master.  He may be watching by means of those cameras at any time.  He may also choose to give her orders by way of the electronic message board.  This slut must obey his instructions first and foremost.  Can you respect this slut as his property?”

“Respect is mutual” replied Italian loafers. 

Quickly my Dom interjects that Master will not interfere in their fun but wants it understood that his slut is owned, he allows her use, she is not to be abused, and that use will be safe and consensual.  He also conveys that Master appreciates their assistance with his slut’s training and extends his respect to them as well.

Italian loafers grabs my dangling breast and examines the bruises, then answers “Yes of course.  Respect is an important aspect of our lifestyle.  I understand the terms.”

I see his face for the first time.  It’s a sad face.  Probably handsome but his frown has dulled his features.  He is a shorter man with lovely smooth skin, sharp features, and full body with a slight plump, quite hairy except for his head.  His eyes are a soft green hazy day.

“I have this small list of limitations her Master has allowed his slut.  If you agree to these terms, you may all use this slut for your pleasure.” and i see the others strain to read a folded piece of paper that my Dom extends to them. 

I find myself straining to see it also…  “is skat on there?, face hitting? How about kids…I know he put that on there no kids,,, save skat for him later, only him please.”

“You don’t like your face slapped bitch? Why is that you worthless cunt?”  she seethes harshly out at me.  I shrink at the exposure of her power.

“It reminds me of my mother’s defeat and my father’s rage, Mistress”

She raises her perfectly arched eyebrow and returns to the list.  “The terms are acceptable”

The men nod and murmur agreement.

“You make take pictures and videos for your private use…slut has a working life and discretion is appreciated..  Thank You” my Dom says as he leaves from the cell door.