My Mistress visits me at home. She came early in the morning and I greeted her naked at the door, like she told me. When she left again I was in complete rubber gear. She starts by beating me, and my arse and legs still really hurt, she used a big thick cane this time. I'll have the bruises for weeks. Then she used a butt plug on me. It was the biggest I've ever seen, I couldn't put it in myself, she had to really force it and it hurt a lot as it stretched me. It was still hurting me a couple of hours later, in fact it hurt more than ever. This one had a sort of inflatable thing at the end, which she pumped up huge inside me so I had terrible cramps. Then she made me tie up my cock and balls, a strap round my balls then my cock tugged right round behind so I can't get an erection, or at least it hurts, and then a tight leather strap round over everything, crushing my balls and hurting my cock and making it impossible for me to touch myself. Over that I have a pair of rubber shorts, very thick and very tight, that squash everything even more. Then two more layers of rubber, a thin really tight suit, with no zips or openings or anything, and over that a really thick, heavy bondage suit with lots of straps and rings and stuff. So my whole body is a rubber prisoner, and by the time she releases me my suit is filled with sweat and piss and tight against my skin and itching and it feels wonderful. My cock is covered by a leather strap and two really thick layers of rubber, so it's impossible to rub myself or anything. Next rubber socks and really heavy industrial gloves that go right up my arms and are strapped around my wrists, so I can't get them off. Then I have a pair of really high-heel boots, locked around my ankles. These boots have seven-inch heels, they cost a lot but they are really special. I love wearing them, I often wear them just in the evening on my own to practice, but they are really hard to walk in. Even standing up hurts a lot, and walking makes you think carefully about every single step, you have to balance especially when you can't use your arms to balance. There's a huge difference between this and just "normal" very high heels, say five inches for a guy. In five inch heels I can stand and walk all day, it's easy once you get the hang of it. But you can never really get used to these monsters. The only thing worse is ballet heels. I've also got a hood, it's very thick rubber and very tight so it really squashes my skin and gets very prickly and itchy and uncomfortable very quickly. The hood has a few little holes for the eyes, so I can see but not very well, and an open mouth but I also have a ring-gag, the kind that holds my mouth really wide open so anything can be stuck into it, and I can't swallow properly. That's about it, oh, nipple clips of course, cruel metal ones because anything else slips off under the rubber as I get all sweaty. But these ones are tight and they have pointed metal teeth that cut into my skin.
As soon as she has me all dressed up, my Mistress gives me a job to do and goes out, I suppose to another slave. I have a bit more bondage, my right hand is fixed to my waist behind my back and completely useless to me, my left wrist is fastened to my waist at the front by a chain about eighteen inches long, so I can only use it in a very restricted way. And I have a thick leather collar, so wide that I can't really move my head very much, and I certainly can't look down. Just before she left she stuffed an old sock in my mouth through the gag, soaked in her piss. It's wedged so I can't push it out with my tongue no matter how hard I try. My chore is simple. She has left two big, heavy bowls, as far apart as possible in my flat. One is empty, the other is full of water (she made me fill it up while she was still there, using a cup and lots of journeys to a from the kitchen - but that was nothing compared to what I am doing now). I have a spoon, just a dessert spoon, and I have to transfer the water from one bowl to the other. I mustn't spill any - well of course, I do, I spill loads, but I'll be beaten for every spoonful that is missing afterwards.
I've been working at this for, I don't know, maybe two hours. My whole body hurts and I am longing for my Mistress to return even if I will be severely punished, because I'm a long way from finishing. I've been back and forth dozens of times but the level has hardly even started to go down it seems like, and the other bowl is nearly empty, most of the water has gone on the floor in between. My feet and legs are really agony, I stumble and nearly fall at practically every step and have to stop to get steady again. It doesn't matter how careful I am, every step is a huge effort. My bowels are bursting from the inflated plug, and my actual anus feels like it will split apart, especially since every time I stumble the plug twists round inside me. My nipples are like little fires in my chest. My head itches terribly and I can't breathe properly because of the filthy sock in my mouth. But I daren't stop. Oh, and I can't sit down or even lean against anything, because she drew lines on my bottom and knees and belly in thick red lipstick. If those lines are smeared or missing when she gets back, there'll be hell to pay. My whole body is ready to explode. Of course my balls hurt, squashed under the tight leather strap. My cock wants to be erect, despite everything, but it can't be and it's really sore.
Then I hear a key in the lock. Can this be my Mistress returning already? I was sure she said she'd be longer. I don't know what to think, relief because my bondage will be over, or fear because I'll certainly be terribly punished for the little progress I've made. Nobody else has a key. Through the tiny holes in my hood, and the sweat and snot that now fills it, I see a young woman, Chinese or something like that. She's tiny, a little over five feet, and slender. She's wearing sexy tight jeans, a shirt, and fairly high heels. I try to cry out but of course my ring-gag and the old sock turn it into a grunt. She turns to me. "Oh good, she said you'd be here. Nothing to worry about, I just need a shit, I think you can help". She's got quite a strong accent which makes everything she says sound exotic and sexy. She struts over to me, and pushes me towards a low table in the middle of the room.
"Get your head down there, mouth upwards". I struggled to do as she said, without touching my arse on the floor. Eventually I managed it, my legs half folded under me. It was very uncomfortable, especially with my right hand strapped behind me. Roughly she tugged the old sock out of my mouth and threw it across the room with a "Yuck!", then she unstrapped the ring gag. "Keep your mouth wide open, OK?". She climbed up on the table, undid her jeans and pushed them and a virginal little pair of white panties down to her ankles. Then she crouched down, putting her bottom over my face. I knew, more or less, what was going to happen. She put her full weight onto me, squashing my face and my head against the table. "Make sure you're in the right place. Put your tongue in my asshole. Keep it there and get me nice and relaxed", she said. I did as I was told, pushing my tongue as deep as I could into her anus. She wasn't especially clean, she tasted and smelled of cunt and stale piss and there were little bits and pieces trapped in the folds of her anus. She sat like this for ages. After a minute she fumbled round in her bag and lit a cigarette, still sitting on me.
"Keep that tongue in me. Keep it working. I'm not in a hurry but you better not relax". Then she got out a magazine and started reading, just like she was sitting on the toilet in her bathroom. I couldn't believe it. Being surrounded by her sex like this was giving me a huge erection, trapped painfully under my cock restraint where I couldn't reach to give myself a rub. She grabbed my available hand, saying, "I need an ashtray. This will have to do". She held it flat beside her, stretching at the chain in an even more awkward position than before, and tapped her ash into it. Now I had to keep my hand there. She sat still like this for a lot longer, still with my tongue wriggling round inside her. Then she gave a little fart, then a much bigger longer one, surrounding me with her bowel smell, and soon I felt her anus start to pucker outwards. I opened my mouth wide and felt the tip of her first turd slide between my lips. It moved slowly but surely, oozing into my mouth, pressing straight down to the back of my throat where it made me gag and choke. Still it kept coming, curling round now into my mouth and filling the space completely, still coming into me until there was no room left. My mouth was completely full of her shit. It had a strange taste, different from my Mistress. It's a strange kind of intimacy, eating someone's shit. As I chewed and desperately swallowed, knowing there was most likely more to come, I could tell some of the things she had been eating - small pieces of salad leaf, some chewy bits of tomato skin, the bits of fibre from wholemeal bread, all mixed in with the grainy, gritty texture of shit. I swallowed quickly, trying not to gag at the intense bitterness that I can never quite get used to. I had just about swallowed most of it when she puckered again, and this time my mouth filled instantly with nearly-liquid sludge. The taste was much stronger and it was really hard not to puke. I savoured it, trying to separate all the morsels of undigested food. She sat there for a lot longer, finishing her cigarette and reading her magazine. One more time she gave a little fart and plopped a small, hard turd into my mouth, which I licked and sucked until it had vanished.
She moved back on my face, I felt her cunt lips on my mouth, and she let flood a long stream of piss into me. It was very hard to swallow in full stream without it spilling anywhere, and some did dribble down my chin, but I managed most of it. While she was pissing I felt her open the collar zip of my rubber suit a little, and then agony as she stubbed out her cigarette on my skin. I screamed, and piss mixed with little bits of shit went all over her pussy. "You filthy beast!" she screamed. "You have to lick me clean now". But first she reached around and put the cigarette-end in my mouth. Strangely I found that much more unpleasant than her shit, it was something nobody had ever done to me before. I had no choice anyway but to swallow it, after chewing a little. Now in addition to all my other pains, the nipple clips and the butt plug still filling me and my legs and feet, I had a real burn throbbing on my collar bone. She raised her weight from me a little and I licked her as clean as I could, paying special attention to the folds of her anus and the layers of her cunt lips. I didn't dare reach for her clit, and she didn't tell me to either. Soon she got up, finished now. She beckoned me to get up and also to lick the cigarette ash from my free hand. It was horrible, very dry and with a taste even more foul than shit, to me anyway.
I was standing again now, balancing precariously in my heels. She didn't say a word. She fastened the ring gag back in me, a bit tighter than before I was sure. She pushed my head down so I was half-crouched, and brought her lips close to mine. Surely she wasn't going to kiss me? And no, she wasn't. She drew her head back and spat hard into my open mouth, a gob of mucus and spit suddenly landing on my tongue. With the gag it was almost impossible to swallow so I had this alien spit stuck in my mouth, mingling with what remained of her shit, odd bits of food and so on. Then she did something that shocked me even more. She stuck a finger up her pretty little nose, twisted it around, and pulled out a big lump of snot. "That feels much better!", she smiled, then she pushed it deep inside my mouth, wiping it off on the back of my tongue. Oddly this seemed much more disgusting than eating her shit. I gagged and even retched a little, but luckily I didn't actually throw up. Then she pulled her trousers back up, and strutted back off out of the house. At least I didn't have the dirty sock in my mouth any more. But instead I had the remaining traces of her shit, which I couldn't swallow or get rid of. And of course the strong, foul taste of her shit filling my belly. I was still really aroused, my cock throbbing under its restraints.
Now she had gone, the only thing to do was continue with my chores. Suddenly I found it impossibly hard, staggering for balance in my seven-inch heels every step of the way, back and forth across my flat. The act of eating - even though it was hardly a normal meal - had stimulated my bowels, giving me terrible cramps as they contracted around the giant balloon inside me. Soon I was crying inside my hood, with pain and humiliation and frustration. Still I trudged back and forth with my stupid little spoon, most often empty by the time I arrived.
Hours and hours passed before my Mistress returned. I had nearly emptied the bowl, there was just an inch or two of water in the bottom. There wasn't much more than that in the other bowl, either. Mostly it had spilled on the floor. She wasn't very pleased. She never mentioned the little treat she had organised for me at mid-day. She made me strip, then she beat me, it felt like hundreds of times, until I was screaming and howling. When she finally took the plug out of me, in the toilet, a great flood of shit poured out of me. She pushed the now-deflated butt plug into my mouth, making me lick and suck it, covered in my own shit. Then, as on the other occasions, she left me alone in the house. I had to remove the cock bondage by myself, taking out my throbbing but sore and painful erection. As I thought of that first turd sliding into me, filling my mouth with the Chinese girl's delicate foulness, I got so hard I couldn't help myself, and I wanked and wanked until I came, spurting everywhere. Within minutes I was hard again, thinking of the way she had debased me, putting her snot into my mouth. I came about four or five times before I was just too tired to carry on. Then I laid down on my bed and fell fast asleep, still wearing bits and pieces of my bondage. When I woke up the next morning the taste of her shit still filled me, I could remember exactly how it was, and I wanked a couple more times before getting cleaned up.