3 comments/  50530 views/  38 favorites

The Domme Diet Plan Pt. 01

By: subm_atty



Day 1—The Plan

I have been fat as long as I can remember. I have tried various diets with no lasting success. Being uncomfortable with my body was probably one of the many factors that drew me into being a submissive. Two years ago, I met the Domme of my dreams. My Mistress was about 5'10" but towered well over 6' tall in the heels she usually wore. Her hair was dark brown and cut short. She was a medium build but with large 40DD breasts. While I was much heavier than her, she could control me with just a stern look. We started out exploring each others "kinks" and after about 6 months she invited me to live with her. As soon as she found out about my submissive side, she had me in panties 24/7. My Mistress graduated college about 15 years ago with a dual degree in nutrition and psychology. She ended up using an inheritance to start a couple of small businesses then ultimately sold them for a nice profit and put the money in several safe investments that now provided her with a steady stream of income that more than supported her lifestyle. She did work as a consultant from time to time with some local businesses but otherwise could pretty much control her own schedule. I graduated college with a business degree and soon thereafter fell into the dreary world of office life. I changed jobs several times along the way, always believing the next job would be the one that left me fulfilled. However, once I realized that all jobs in my field were essentially the same job with different letterhead, I just went along with what was required and showed up for work Monday thru Friday.

Our play at first was limited to the two of us but quickly she added other women and other men. When I started exploring the lifestyle, I did not consider myself to be bisexual. But I quickly understood that my desires as a submissive trumped everything else. What mattered most was service to the Mistress I was with. If she wanted me to suck cock, then I wanted to suck cock. She explained that she got turned on most watching me perform with others and being used by her friends because she knew that was a major source of humiliation for me. And she loved humiliation. Humiliation is a strange thing for many submissives. We crave it sexually while doing our best to avoid it, just like every "normal" person. This provides an array of opportunities for the creative Mistress or Master to take advantage of. My Mistress also made it clear that my cock was far too small to satisfy her in the bedroom so she needed more outlets for her sexual appetites. I am not sure that the term "cuckold" even applies that well if the guy enters the relationship knowing his cock was never going to be of any use to her and that others would be filling that role.

As our relationship evolved she became tired of my complaints about my inability to lose weight. On that morning that changed my life forever, I was surprised to see that she was preparing breakfast. As part of my duties around the house, I always prepared the meals. She simply ordered me to; "Sit down," as I stared at her.

My Mistress explained that things were about to change dramatically. "Slut, you have complained about your weight since we met and I finally decided that it was time for me to do something about it. You said you needed to permanently change your eating habits. That change happens today. Studies show that a weight loss program is only successful if the person is motivated to stick with it. Just losing the weight is not usually enough of an incentive since most overweight people want that. For it to work, the person needs to have clearly defined goals and get the proper rewards when he succeeds and the proper punishments if he fails. Adults really function no different than kids in that way. If you really value the rewards then you will stick to the plan and the pounds will fall off."

"You gave me the idea last week. After I made you eat Jason's cum from my pussy and drink down my piss you licked your lips and said you wished you could do that every day. I thought, "Why not?" How about a diet that centers on eating cum and drinking piss? A slut's diet for a slut. So here is your breakfast."

My Mistress walked across the kitchen and came back with two glasses. A glass of orange juice for her and a glass of something yellow for me. "You know what that is. Drink it down. You need to learn to love every drop because you will get a lot of it from now on."

"Yes, Mistress." I smiled and slowly emptied the glass down my throat.

"Of course, you will need the right foods and vitamin supplements to stay strong during the diet." She pulled a dish of fresh fruit from the refrigerator. As she sat it down in front of me I looked closer at the fruit. "I had Jason add the topping to it last night after you went to bed. If you are going to maintain the protein part of your diet you will need plenty of cum. Since you only get to cum on special occasions I have asked a few friends to start a collection for your diet. Believe me slut; you will be very well fed. I also thought that no one would believe a sub could stay on this diet for a long time so I am going to document it all. Both of us will keep an electronic diary describing your day. I will use the video camera and cell phone video to document your progress on the diet and maybe record some of the more entertaining moments. Hell, maybe I will finally capitalize on that nutrition degree and become famous! You know those diet books are huge sellers." She smiled and laughed. "Eat up, slut."

Week 1

Wow, what a week! I am now on a strict diet to get my metabolism jump started. I get cum-topped fruit for breakfast, a dinner of chicken or fish topped with cum each evening, and a series of "protein shots" of cum throughout the day. Every time my Mistress needs to pee she just yells for her "toilet" and I am there at her feet. She makes a point of emphasizing all the water she is drinking throughout the day so I will know that I will be well filled. When her friends stop by she also invites them to use me if they want and they don't hesitate to take her up on the offer.

The workouts each day are humiliating and exhausting. I haven't really exercised since gaining weight after college. So changing from a couch potato to what I am doing now has been an amazing jolt to my system. My Mistress has me work out in a bra and panties with a collar padlocked on my neck. I always have cuffs locked on my ankles and wrists. She records a part of the workout each day to show my progress. I work out doing sit-ups, lifting weights, and walking on the treadmill for an hour each morning and again for an hour after a full day at the office. My Mistress has me insert a plug in my "pussy" each morning and I can only remove it with her permission. During the workout it constantly reminds me of my servitude and that provides motivation to keep going. Earlier this week we purchased a number of different anal plugs at the adult store near the mall. They range in size from the smallest one I am using now (about 1 ¼ inches across) to the largest one of more than 2 1/2 inches in diameter. Mistress made it clear that I will gradually "grow into" bigger and bigger plugs as I continue to progress in my training and that once I can take all of these she will just find some bigger ones.

Several times each day I am locked spread-eagled on my back on the bed or floor and Mistress squats on my face and has me lick her to multiple orgasms. If she needs to pee there is no need for her to even move. She said that after a week she can already notice that I am becoming better at eating pussy now that I am not eating so many other things. I admit that I am now craving her taste more than ever before.

When Jason drops by a few times each week I am tied up and made to watch while they fuck like animals in bed. Jason is a couple of years younger than my Mistress and works as a fireman. He looks like he has never been out of shape and he is the type of guy I was always jealous of growing up. They have been "fuck buddies" for years but neither has ever had any interest in advancing their relationship beyond that. She always tells me that "I don't love Jason, I love Jason's cock." My Mistress constantly taunts me about the "real cock" she is getting instead of the "clitty" I have. Her screaming orgasms tell me everything I need to know about the pleasure she is receiving from him. When they finish I am always required to swallow the cum from my Mistress' pussy and suck the remaining cum off Jason's cock. For the first time this week he pissed down my throat after I sucked him clean.

As the first week of the new diet came to an end, I was put on the scale for my first weigh-in. I was thrilled to learn I had lost 12 pounds in just a week. My Mistress was also quite happy that her new diet plan was working so well. "Slut, you did fantastic for your first week. Looks like I found the perfect diet for you. Now to keep this even more interesting, I decided to make a little game of it." She pulled out a bowl with a bunch of folded up pieces of paper. Each piece of paper has a number on it from 5 to 15. The number represents the number of pounds you needed to lose that week to make your goal. If you made it you will draw out a sealed "reward" card from the green bowl. If you fall short you will draw a "punishment" card from the red bowl. I know it will be almost impossible for you to lose 15 pounds in a week, and after a while you won't even be able to lose 5 pounds, but there is no point in having rewards that are easy. Plus, I like the 'punishment" ideas I came up with a lot more." She grinned at me. "Since you don't pull the number until the week is done you can never take it easy. Draw your first number, slut."

I reached in and picked one off the top. I opened it and was thrilled to see I had drawn a "10." I showed the number to Mistress and she congratulated me on making my goal and told me to draw a "reward." I reached into the green bowl and pulled out a card and opened the small envelope. I read it to myself with some confusion. "Read your reward out loud, slut!"

"Make a run for the border." I read.

"Nice, a much belated Cinco de Mayo celebration to start your weight loss," My Mistress said. "I know you love margaritas so this week you will get a very special one as your reward. The icy margarita will be blended up then drained into your ass where you will hold it for 10 minutes, then expel it back into the glass for your treat." I swallowed hard wondering if this was considered a "reward," what could be in the "punishment" bowl?

She laughed. "I hope you did a thorough enema when you showered this evening as I instructed. Otherwise you might get a lot more than you bargained for in that drink." I know the look on my face gave away my fear. "Come on slut. Let's get to the kitchen and prepare your treat. This could be so much fun you might get a second round on the house." She hooked the leash to my collar and pulled me behind. I followed with the understanding that this was going to be a diet full of many surprises.

Week 2

During week two, Mistress decided that my "pussy" needed more of a work-out so she required that I be fucked at least an hour each day. For the first few days she used her favorite strap-on until she collapsed from exhaustion. She was afraid the fucking might cause me to cum without permission so she always wrapped tight rubber bands around my balls and cock to prevent accidental ejaculation. She then lubed the strap-on with some of the cum from her growing stock and pounded away. As always it felt great as we got started. But as she continued to hammer me from behind it eventually went from pleasure to pain. I was as exhausted as she was by the time the hour was up. As she recovered I was pulled over to suck the strap-on clean. If I didn't get everything with my nightly enema the cleaning process got very unpleasant.

However, by mid-week she commented that the workout was more exercise for her than it was for me. So she opened a large box that arrived that afternoon in the mail and pulled out a device I had seen online. It was one of the many "fucking machines" that are available on the web. Essentially it has a piston that allows for up to a 12" dildo to be attached. The dildo then thrusts back and forth. This was the deluxe model that had many different settings. It could be set to thrust anywhere from 1" to 12" depending on the amount of penetration desired. It could also be set on a number of speed settings from slow to very fast. The deluxe version also included a setting that randomly varied the speed and the amount of thrust. The box said it could be run safely for an hour before the motor would require a rest.

"I am still going to fuck you with the strap-on from time to time, slut, but this machine will become a mandatory part of your training and it will allow multiple sessions if I decide you need it." So she put me down on all fours and slid the machine into position behind me. She lubed her 8" dildo and set it at the entrance to my "pussy." "I am going to start by setting the machine to go in only 4 inches to warm you up." The machine hummed to life and I felt the dildo start to pulsate. I watched as she focused the camera on me. At first it moved very slow and in rhythm. As it got going, it would slowly push in deeper and deeper until it was in 4". "So far so good. Let's see if you can take it all." She set the machine to go in 8" and stepped back. Again it pushed a little deeper with each stroke until it was finally in all the way. It was running at about a medium speed.

"MMMMMM...that looks like a lot of fun. Let's see if it gets even better if I crank up the speed." She gradually increased the speed of the unit until it was hammering in and out like a crazed animal. I began moaning and struggled to stay in position. "Holy Shit slut! You should see this thing!" As it revved up I was being thrashed back and forth by the dildo. She let it stay at that speed for about 2 minutes before she finally slowed it down. "Wow!! Could you imagine an hour of that?" She laughed. "That might kill you." She set it to the variable speed. "You have another 45 minutes of training in this session so get comfy. I will keep your tongue busy." She then moved around in front of me and lowered her pussy to my face. "Time for a snack. I better cum at least twice before the machine shuts off or I am grabbing the 12 inch dildo." She aimed the camcorder down at me while I fed from her cunt. Thankfully, she had 3 orgasms before the machine was shut off. "Oh my, slut, that fucking machine is already making you eat pussy better. I am loving this diet as much as you are."

By Sunday, my "pussy" was already becoming well stretched by the new toy and the extra pounding was proving to be very aerobic. At the weigh in I had lost another 8 pounds. Again my Mistress was extremely pleased by the 20 pound weight loss in just two weeks. Again I was given the bowl to pick the target weight, and the paper showed a "9." "Oh, so close! One more pound and you would have made it. But close won't cut it so you need to draw a "punishment" card." I was handed the "punishment" bowl and pulled the card. She told me to hand the sealed card to her because she wanted to watch the look on my face as it was read. My Mistress said, "Girls just want to have fun."

"As your punishment slut, you will spend 24 hours at the service of a lesbian couple." She put down the card and looked at me. "You are probably wondering how that could possibly be a punishment. Well the couple is Susan Anderson and her partner Shelly. I met them at the gym a few months ago. Susan is very dominant and loves to see her sub in pain. Shelly is her sub but she hates men ever since her boyfriend abused her. She loves hearing men scream in pain but she is still afraid of them. They will be thrilled that you drew a day with them as your first "punishment." I know they had some nasty plans for you if their card was selected. Get some sleep, slut. I am calling them right now and see when I can set up your little "play date.' You will need all the rest you can get." I slinked off to bed with a dread of what was soon to come.

 The Domme Diet Plan—Chapter 2

Week 3—A day with the girls

I spent the last five days recovering from my 24-hour session with Ms. Susan and Ms. Shelly. As soon as they heard their card was selected they arranged for me to be brought by the next evening. My Mistress had me call off work on Tuesday because I was "not feeling well" since she figured that would be true by the time they were done with me. In preparation for my "punishment," my Mistress had me shave all my hair from the neck down and take a series of enemas. Once she was convinced I was clean inside and out, she put the heavy-duty cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Those cuffs along with my collar were padlocked in place. She then added a short chain between the ankle cuffs and another short chain between the wrist cuffs. She pulled out the next bigger plug, lubed it up, and pushed it into my pussy with a "pop." She had me put on a pair of pink frilly panties and topped it off by pulling a tight leather hood over my head. I was then told to follow her to the car as she pulled me by the leash.

As I followed her with a series of short steps to avoid falling, my Mistress explained. "I know you will make me proud tonight and tomorrow. This session with you is important to their relationship. Susan believes that Shelly will not be able to truly submit to her until she gets past the pain caused by the ex-boyfriend. Susan believes that having a man at her mercy will allow Shelly to understand that men do not have to be a threat to her. Don't worry, slut. Susan is an experienced Domme. They will hurt you, but they won't harm you. Just think of me every time you feel like it is too much. You are suffering for me." I felt her lean forward and kiss my lips tenderly through the hood. She couldn't see my smile.

As I was helped into the front passenger seat for the drive to Ms. Susan's house my Mistress zipped the eye holes on the hood closed and buckled my seat belt. "Susan is very protective of her privacy. She only allows a few select people to know where she lives. I told her you would be blindfolded for the drive to her place. Don't worry it is a short trip." I heard my Mistress open the driver's side door and slide into her seat. As she started the car I felt her reach over and suddenly put clamps on each nipple. I felt the chain hanging down between them. She laughed. "If any other drivers piss me off along the way, I will pull the chain to make myself feel better." We were on our way.

We arrived about 20 minutes later. On the trip, my Mistress continuously commented on how much of a slut and a whore I was and how sore I was going to be when she picked me up tomorrow night. She described how drivers in other cars were watching me and pointing. At one stop I heard her lower the window and tell someone: "It's my sissy slut. He is on the way to visit a couple of lesbians that are going to really fuck him up." I heard muddled talk from the other vehicle. "Sure, give me your card. Maybe we can come up with some fun for you guys another time." I had no idea what they were talking about but she did say it might be a "nice surprise" for me in the future.

She removed the nipple clamps as she helped me out of the car and squeezed my nipples hard to "get the circulation back." She hooked a leash to my collar and pulled me forward. I was still in the dark as I heard her knock and a door open. Ms. Susan and my Mistress greeted each other as I was pushed to my knees. I was introduced as her "panty wearing, ass kissing, piss guzzling, sissy cum slut." My Mistress unzipped the opening to the eyes and light flooded in. I saw Ms. Susan and Ms Shelly for the first time. Ms Susan was about average height with short dark hair and huge breasts. She was wearing a leather mini skirt and leather boots with a corset. She had a slight smirk on her face and certainly looked the part of the Domme. Ms. Shelly was tall and thin with small breasts. She was wearing high heel shoes and only a pair of panties. You could tell she would be very attractive if she had been made-up, but her shyness really masked her beauty. I noticed both of her nipples were pierced with thick rings hanging down.


The Domme Diet Plan Pt. 01



Ms. Susan said, "Look Shelly, I think the slut's panties might be even cuter than yours. And it looks like his clitty isn't much bigger either." My Mistress and Ms Susan laughed.

My Mistress chimed in. "Slut, you will refer to my friends as Ms. Susan and Ms. Shelly from this point forward. Now show them you have been trained how to properly greet a woman." I crawled forward and tenderly kissed the boots of Ms. Susan and then crawled over and kissed the feet of Ms. Shelly. I thanked them both for the opportunity to serve them. With that done, my Mistress said she was off for a quiet evening with Jason and told the ladies to have fun with her slut. "I will pick up what's left of him at about 8 p.m. tomorrow night." I watched her leave through the door and I was alone with Ms. Susan and Ms. Shelly for the next 24 hours.

My memory of the 24 hours that followed is a bit fuzzy so I guess I should be glad that it was all recorded. At first it was very relaxing. They offered me some water and we just chatted about when I knew I was submissive, where I got my first experiences, and my progress on the new diet plan. They both told me about how they met and some of the crazy places they had been on vacation. And then suddenly, Ms. Susan gave my leash a tug and told me to get on my knees and follow her. I was led into the den and pulled to my feet. My wrists were quickly cuffed to an eye bolt on the ceiling and I was stretched so I was on my toes. Ms. Susan then zipped the hood closed over my eyes and put a ball gag in my mouth and zipped that opening closed. She told Ms. Shelly to just sit and watch.

The next thing I know I was being hit from all directions. Ms Susan whipped my ass, my back, my legs, my chest and especially my cock and balls. There was no warm up. She went right to full speed and continued for more than 15 minutes. She used several different paddles and floggers as well. I tried to scream in the gag but I could barely make a sound. I know I was thrashing about wildly because Ms. Susan kept yelling at me to stand still. She took a short break and pulled out my gag and told me to "Drink slut." I opened my mouth to pull in some fresh air and tasted the piss of my Mistress being poured down my throat. "Your Mistress said you can't get enough of her piss so she left me a fresh supply in the refrigerator. I figure with that and any that Shelly and I give you, you will have no trouble sticking to your diet."

She then jammed the gag back in and went through round two of the assault. This time she used some single tail whips that I knew would cut me with each strike. Each blow was finished by a loud "SNAP." She criss-crossed my back and ass for about 20 minutes before she stopped. I could feel a light trickle of blood on my leg as I tried to catch my breath. Before I could even start to clear my head I was sprayed with liquid. The immediate burning sensation let me know it was alcohol. "I don't want the cuts to get infected slut. You need to take a break. Shelly, release the cuffs from the ceiling, take out the gag and put him in the cage in the corner to rest." I dropped to the floor when my arms were freed. I was dragged to the cage where I crawled in and the door was locked behind me. I passed out in just a few minutes; bathed in darkness from the hood.

I was jolted awake when a cup of ice water was dumped on me through the cage. "Get up slut! I have to piss." Ms. Susan grabbed my leash and pulled me through the cage door. I couldn't see a thing but I felt her pull me between her thighs and I smelled her scent as my mouth was lifted to her pussy. "Open wide!" It started as a trickle then became a steady flow. Through my training at home I was able to keep up and I swallowed it all down. Ms. Susan said. "You have been trained well. Come on slut, you should be refreshed and ready to continue with your punishment."

With that, she dragged me to a table that had been set up in the den. I was strapped down on my back with my legs and arms pulled down to the sides of the table. They were secured in place with the cuffs. In that position my body was completely open to attack. Ms Susan pulled down my panties and revealed my small but erect cock. "Wow that is tiny. No wonder your Mistress needs Jason to satisfy her. But it is perfect for what I have in mind. And I want you to see this." I felt her unzip the hood and pull it off my head. It was a relief to get some cool air on my face.

As she pulled it from my head, I saw Ms. Shelly walk in with a tray. There were dozens of needles, clothespins and clamps of all sizes on it. "I am sure you know what these are for slut. Your Mistress said she was interested in adding needles to her play and I planned on giving her some lessons in a few weeks. But since I was going to be with you tonight, she said I might as well give you a sneak preview of what to expect."

Over the next two hours I was made into a human pin cushion. Ms Susan put needles through my nipples and chest; through my scrotum and up and down my cock. She made a big production of showing me each needle closely before she pinched my skin and slipped it through. She would use her finger to "ping" the needles from time to time sending jolts of pain through me. She also added clothespins and clamps to the little unused space on my balls and to the skin along the inside of my thigh. The clamps along my thigh were connected with a long fishing line. After she emptied the tray on my exposed body she stepped back to admire her handiwork. "Oh your Mistress will enjoy this." When she said that, I looked to my right and noticed for the first time that Ms. Shelly had the camera. "Don't worry, slut. She also filmed your beating earlier tonight. Your Mistress won't miss a thing."

"But slut, so far it has been a bit too quiet for my tastes. I want to hear you scream like the little bitch I know you are." She then pulled the string ripping the clamps off my inner thighs. I screeched in agony. "Oooooo....not bad, slut."

She then roughly twisted the needles back and forth that were inserted straight through my nipples. "AAAAAAAAAHHHH." She repeated that with the needles in my scrotum and finally through my cock. I screamed a little louder with each twist. She then told Shelly to hand her the camera and she told Ms. Shelly how to cause maximum pain with the needles. Every few minutes Ms. Shelly would pour more alcohol over the needles and the pain would intensify.

When I thought the pain was finally going to end, Ms. Susan left the room and came back with a bottle of hot sauce. "Let me show you another neat trick. If you think this stuff is hot on nachos, imagine what it feels like on an exposed cock." My eyes widened and I squirmed. "Don't worry slut, you are going nowhere." She opened the bottle and shook a few drops on her finger and put it in my mouth to give me a taste. It burned. "Nice, huh?" She then moved down to my exposed cock head and dribbled a few drops on the head and down the hole. The pain was indescribable. I screamed so much that Ms. Susan had to gag me to stop laughing. "And it will work in many places." She then pulled out the plug from my "pussy" and drizzled the hot sauce on it. It was then shoved back in my gaping ass. I screamed into the gag within just a few seconds.

I could see Ms. Shelly was getting off as I screamed and thrashed on the table. In fact, after watching the plug shoved back in me she started to make out with Ms. Susan.

As they walked out, Ms. Susan said, "Take a rest bitch. We will back in a while." The pain just continued to intensify as the room went silent. I just concentrated on my Mistress until I passed out from the pain.

When I was slapped awake from my sleep, at least 8 hours must have passed. The needles had been removed from my body and I was covered with a blanket. Ms Susan said, "Oh my God! You were just done when we came back in about an hour later. We tried to wake you but you were just babbling about cum and piss. You probably don't even remember when I pulled the needles out? After that I decided to just let you sleep until morning. So, how you feeling slut?"

"Better now, Ms. Susan. I am sure my Mistress explained that I am not a pain slut so I guess it was more than my system could take."

"There is nothing to apologize for. We put you through some serious abuse last night. Most subs would have begged for us to stop. You screamed loud, but you never used your safe word. In fact, I called your Mistress a couple of hours ago and told her about your performance. She said she was getting wet just thinking about seeing the video." I smiled.

The rest of the day was much less intense than the night before. Ms Shelly did whip and flog me several times and used me to drink her piss throughout the day. I couldn't help but notice that her personality had changed significantly from the time I arrived. At first she seemed almost afraid to look at me. She stayed behind Ms. Susan and was hesitant to participate. By the next day she was suddenly taking control. She smiled each time she whipped me and seemed to get off on calling me a "slut" and a "whore." When she pissed down my throat she kept calling me her "toilet" and threatened to choke me with her shit if I didn't drink every drop. I swear she had an orgasm when she emptied her afternoon piss in me.

When my Mistress arrived to pick me up I was being brutally fucked with a strap-on in my mouth and pussy. Ms. Shelly had selected a 10" monster that she was ramming in my cunt while Ms Susan had a thick 7" dildo in my mouth. My Mistress was beaming as I got fucked. "Well Susan, did the slut live up to your approval?"

"He was everything you said he was. I don't know why you don't like inflicting more pain on him. I don't care what he says. He is a natural pain slut."

"Do you think he has earned a reward for his performance?"

"I don't think I should decide. Let's ask Shelly. What do you think? Should the slut get rewarded?"

Ms. Shelly quickly responded, "Yes Mistress. He has earned a big reward."

My Mistress said, "Flip him over on his back." Ms Susan pulled her strap-on from my mouth and I was rotated on the monster cock buried deep in my ass. I moaned. My Mistress pulled my panties away from my cock and began stroking it slowly while Ms. Susan shoved her cock back in my mouth. "Feels nice. slut? It has been about 3 weeks since I last permitted you to cum. But you did so well with Susan and Shelly that you earned this one." She picked up the pace sliding her hand up and down my cock. "Don't forget slut. You will not cum until I tell you to."

My Mistress knew me better than I knew myself. When it came to masturbating me she could hit my spot right away. If she wanted, she could have made me cum in just a few strokes. In fact, after only a minute she knew I was close to cumming. She just kept reminding me not to cum until I was given permission or I might never be allowed to cum again. She would repeatedly get me to the edge and then stop so I could pull back. This continued for about 15 minutes when my Mistress asked, "Are you ready, slut?" Of course, I tried as best I could to nod my head my throat was hammered by Ms. Susan, but my Mistress was not convinced. "Slut, I assume by the movement of your head and the look in your eyes that you are ready. But since you didn't beg when I asked, you will select an additional "punishment" card even if you make your goal weight. I am going to count down from "10" and I want you to explode on "0." Here, goes...."

My Mistress slowly counted it down and as she said "blast off," I exploded and jets of cum shot out of my cock and all over my stomach, chest and face. As always, My Mistress kept pumping well past the time the orgasm stopped to see how long I would stay stiff and also knowing that this would make the pleasurable act suddenly very painful. When she finally stopped pumping she scooped the cum off me and rubbed it onto Ms. Susan's strap-on. I continued to suck it until it was completely clean.

"I guess it is time to pack him up and take him home. Looks like he got the "punishment" he deserved and probably a bit more." They all laughed. I was told to thank both Ms. Susan and Ms. Shelly by getting on my knees and kissing their asses. I did so gratefully. The plug was then re-inserted in my stretched ass, the hood was placed back on my head, the leash was attached to the collar and I was led by all three women to the car. Ms. Shelly gave me a warm hug as I was placed back in the car for the drive home.

I did manage to suffer through the last couple of days of work that week, though I spent most of the day standing. I told the people I worked with that my back was a bit sore. I thought that would go over better than saying my ass is covered in welts from a whipping I took on Monday from a lesbian Domme and her sub. The third week ended with my weigh-in and a chance to pick another goal card. I lost 7 more pounds and was thrilled when my goal card was for only 5. "Congratulations, slut. You are a winner!! Take a card from the reward bowl."

I picked out a card, opened it and read it aloud, "The thrill of victory and agony of de-'feet.'"

My Mistress commented, "Good choice. A pretty sissy needs pretty feet. Slut, you will be getting a pedicure next weekend. It is about time your toenails matched your bra and panties. And I am sure the customers will love watching you get that pedicure and your toenails painted pink at the nail salon." I shuddered at the humiliation. "Now it is time to select a punishment card for your failure to beg for permission to cum on Tuesday." I had hoped she had forgotten about that, but no such luck.

She handed me the bowl of punishment cards and I selected a card and handed it to her. She looked at it and smiled. "You have drawn a "Mistress Choice" card, slut. Nice timing. I think your punishment should be something that works well with your "reward." She thought a moment. "I got it. In addition to the pedicure you will get the works. You will get a manicure and have long painted nails glued on, you will have your eyebrows done, and you will get a bikini wax to remove any stray hair. I bet you are worried about going to work with the long nails. Don't worry. You will take off a couple of weeks for vacation after you get the nails done and we will have them removed by the time you go back to work. No one will see them when you are at the office. And, finally, to make it more fun for me and the girls in the salon you will be dressed like a girl when you get it all done." I stared on and a bead of sweat formed on my forehead. "Look, slut. If you are getting long painted fingernails and toenails you might as well look the part. You will wear a short skirt and heels. When you sit down your frilly pink panties will be visible. You will wear a matching bra under your blouse and the blouse will be shear and white so the bra is visible through the fabric. You will be SO CUTE, slut!!! Now go get ready for bed. I will call the salon in the morning and make an appointment at a time when they will be busy. I want as many people as possible to enjoy the show." She kissed me tenderly on the lips and left the room. So much had happened so fast and I was sure there was much more to come since the diet had a long way to go.

Week 4—Getting Nailed

My Mistress set my appointment for the following Saturday when the nail salon would be filled to capacity. She asked for the special pedicure "Queen's chair" that is up front in the salon. From that location you can be seen by everyone getting their nails done and everyone waiting their turn. My appointment was for 11 a.m. which I was told was the busiest time of day on the busiest day of the week.

In preparation, my Mistress told me to stop shaving the pubic area for the week since the bikini wax would take care of that. That morning I woke up at the regular time and prepared breakfast for my Mistress. I woke her when it was ready and swallowed her warm morning piss and thanked her for the gift. After having my hour long morning session with the "fucking machine," I took a bubble bath, inserted my butt plug and put on the outfit my Mistress had selected for me. The bra and panties were bright pink. The panties were lace and would have looked very sexy on a woman. On me they looked like lace panties on an overweight guy. I put on the short skirt and blouse. The bra was obvious through the blouse. The skirt only extended a couple of inches below the panties.

I then sat down to have my makeup put on by my Mistress. She spent about 20 minutes adding eye shadow, red lipstick, false eyelashes, and other things I could not even understand in her attempts to make me look more feminine. I should point out that even after I lose all the weight my Mistress wants me to lose I will never look remotely like a woman. My Mistress has made it clear that she loves it that way since it is far more humiliating for me to be an obvious sissy slut then it would be if I could pass for a woman and slip by unnoticed. She of course continually commented on how "sexy" I was as a girl and how the other customers in the nail salon would be jealous watching me receive the royal treatment. She topped off the makeup with a wig she bought years before as part of a Halloween costume. It was blonde and bushy and shouted "whore" when you put it on. She pinned the wig in place to my real hair so it would stay in place. She then stepped back to admire her work.

"Oh slut, you look so HOT! I hope there are no straight men in there because I might have a hard time keeping them away from you!" She giggled. "And for your special day I have a couple of special surprises." She went to the dresser and pulled out a shoebox. From the box she pulled out some pink high heel shoes with open toes. The heels were only a couple of inches as she was still training me to walk on heels. "Stand up and put on your new shoes. I want to see how they look on you." I slipped them on and found they were a perfect fit for my large feet. "Alright slut, model them for me. Walk around like a little lady." She laughed continuously and shouted "whore" and "slut" as I walked around the bedroom. She then told me to come to her and get on my knees and thank her for the new shoes. I kneeled before her and kissed her feet softly. She then pulled out a new collar from the box. It was also pink and said "SISSY SLUT" in large white letters. She removed my padlocked collar and buckled and locked the new collar around my neck. "Slut, you needed a matching collar for your special day so I ordered this one for you. I hope you like it." I assured her that I loved her gift to me and I again kissed her feet. "Oh slut, you can do much better than that." She grabbed me by the blonde wig and pulled me forward between her thighs.

As soon as I smelled her wetness I slipped my tongue in and began licking and sucking her clit and labia. I had been taught to go slow and let the excitement for her build before I took her over the edge. She used her hand against my head and her thighs against my face to control my pace. After about 10 minutes I heard her breath quicken, her thighs squeezed harder on my head and she came with a rush on my tongue. I know that as soon as she starts to cum I am supposed to lightly nibble her clit for about 15 seconds so she can ride it to the maximum. When she finished her explosive orgasm she said, "Wow slut. Either you eat pussy better as a girl or I am just extra horny watching you dressed like one. Stand up and let me look at you." She looked at me and told me to sit back in the make-up chair. "Slut, look at your make-up! You need to practice not messing up your lipstick and eye shadow when you service someone. They might think you are a tramp." She laughed as she fixed my make-up. When she finished she told me to go look at myself in front of the full length mirror in the hall.




The Domme Diet Plan Pt. 01



I walked down the hall and stared at the "new me." I did look like a fat guy made up as a cheap whore. But at the same time I felt suddenly very feminine as I saw my new shoes and short skirt along with the blonde wig. I knew I would make quite a site when I had my nails done today.

"Time to go, slut. I want to get there early so everyone in the salon will get a chance to see your nice outfit and collar while you are waiting for your appointment. And I am taking the video camera to record it all." I blushed as red as ever before we walked to the car.

The nail salon was a very short drive from the house. My Mistress ignored a couple of parking spots right in front and parked near the back of the lot so I had to walk a longer distance. I was told to walk in front of her so she could watch the reaction of other people in the parking lot. It must have been a shocking site in our conservative community because I saw one woman pull her young daughter into another store to avoid passing by us. When we entered the nail salon all the heads turned to look. I saw a mixture of strange stares and giggles. The lady who ran the shop obviously was expecting me as she walked to the counter and said, "This must be your sissy here for her special day." A couple of college girls in the corner laughed openly. I was then told to have a seat and that everything would be ready in about 10 minutes.

I tried to stare at the floor as I waited but I could feel the eyes glaring at me. My Mistress told one person that I needed to have my fingernails and toenails done to match my pink bra and panties. Another woman joked that she might need to do that to her husband too since he had been such an "asshole" the last few weeks.

I was relieved when I finally got to go to the "Queen's Chair" for my nail service and get closer to this being over. Two girls worked on me as I was the center of attention. One young girl that barely spoke English worked on my hands, while the store manager did my feet. My Mistress made a big production of picking out the nail polish while my nails were being filed down and prepared. She would hold the color up next to my panties as she tried to match the color. After going through about 10 shades of pink she finally decided on "Cotton Candy." The manager agreed that this was a perfect match. My Mistress took some mercy on me and only had short fingernails glued on out of fear I might hurt myself with the longer ones the first time. A couple of times, I did look around the room and noticed everyone was staring. A few were taking pictures with their cell phones. I thought this could never get any worse. I was wrong.

As I watched the door, I suddenly said to myself, "Oh...My...GOD!!" It was Jennifer from the office. She was 24 years old and gorgeous. She had dark hair down to her shoulders, was nearly 5'10" with a body that would do a model proud. She had been my assistant for the past two years. I confessed to my Mistress when she first started working with me that I had a "crush" on her like I was back in high school. Jennifer had met my Mistress a couple of times at office parties but she had no idea about the true nature of our relationship at home. My Mistress told me later that she had talked to Jennifer earlier that week when she called to have me pick up dinner on the way home from work. I was evidently on the other line so they chatted about Jennifer's latest boyfriend and discussed my recent weight loss. Jennifer mentioned that she loved working for me and that I was so much nicer than the other men at work. She said I always treated her like she could be trusted to do the right thing without looking over her shoulder. She hoped she could always work with me. She apparently joked that my Mistress must have "trained" me well. During that conversation, my Mistress told Jennifer that she had a coupon for a free manicure and invited her to the nail salon at noon on Saturday.

Now, as Jennifer stared at me in the chair, she said, "You know a couple of times I swore he was wearing a bra and panties under his clothes but it just seemed so out of character that I figured I must be imagining things. But now that I have seen this, I obviously should have recognized the signs."

My Mistress said, "I suspect you would be stunned about many of the things that he enjoys away from work. But I have lots of videos at home to prove it. No reason why you can't come by to watch them over a glass of wine now that you know his "big secret." My slut is always a good hostess." I was horrified. I thought my work life and my private life would stay separate. Now, I knew that those two worlds had suddenly merged.

Both my Mistress and Jennifer continued to chat while my toenails and finger nails were painted "Cotton Candy" pink. My fingers and toes were then placed under heaters to dry on the polish. I was anxious to get out of there when I was told to get up from the chair but my Mistress reminded me that I still needed to get my eyebrows done and a bikini wax. So I was now led to a room in the back by the store manager; my Mistress and Jennifer following behind to watch. When we got in the room they started by plucking my eyebrows with tweezers. I came in with fairly thick eyebrows. When they finished it was a thinner, slightly curved arch. They then waxed above my lip. I had never even seen it done so I had no real idea of the process. The manager put some powder on my lip then spread hot wax over it. The wax burned a bit but it was not too bad. That changed when the hardened wax strips were ripped from my face. I let out a quick scream before I was able to hold back. Everyone laughed.

The manager said, "Alright slut, time for the main event. Take off your skirt and panties, then spread your legs and put them on the foot rests to the side." I did that quickly and returned to the chair.

Jennifer said, "Wow, he is small! My boyfriend's cock is at least twice that size. I hope he is good with his tongue." My Mistress assured Jennifer that my tongue is one of my many talents.

My Mistress told the manager, "I want you to remove all the hair from his above his "clit" just leaving a small triangle. That way I can let it grow for a bit and give him a cute little bush. Also, remove the hair from his scrotum and around his anus. He is supposed to keep all the hair shaved so if he missed some of it this will be a good lesson for him. Slut, take out the plug so she can get at your ass.

I reached down and roughly popped it out of my ass. Jennifer let out a gasp as she saw the size of the plug. My Mistress commented that the plug would get much bigger by the time I finished my training.

My Mistress filmed it all as the wax was liberally applied to my genital area and ass. The humiliation caused my cock to harden. "Look at that! The little slut is loving this!" Jennifer joked.

As the wax hardened, the manager told me this might hurt "a bit." A bit? It was about two minutes of horrible pain as strip after strip of wax was ripped from my body. I could feel the hairs being pulled out from the roots. When she finished, the manager lifted my balls so that my Mistress could inspect and get a good close-up on camera. "Very nice, very nice. You clearly have earned the special tip I promised you."

The manager smiled and said, "Great. I've had to pee for about an hour so I need your "toilet" now."

"Slut, you know what to do, and hurry up." My Mistress commanded. I looked at Jennifer who was clearly fascinated by another revelation about me. She snickered as I climbed from the chair and dropped to my knees.

I crawled in front of the manager who quickly removed her panties. She pushed forward as my mouth slid into place. She grabbed my hair and said "Here it comes," as she started to piss. She really had to go as she pissed for more than a minute before she was done. I struggled to keep up but I was able to swallow it all down. As required, when I drink piss I licked her clean. Apparently, this whole experience was really turning her on because when I tried to pull away she held my head in place and began rubbing her cunt against my mouth. Within about 30 seconds I could tell she was about to cum. Her thighs squeezed my head while she let out a large moan. She spurted cum down my throat as she orgasmed, with some dribbling onto my blouse.

When she was finished I was told to get up and get dressed. I reinserted the plug, put my skirt and panties back on, and returned to the side of my Mistress. "So Jennifer, does this turn you on?" She nodded approvingly. "I am glad to hear that because I am planning a party next weekend that you and your boyfriend may want to be part of." Jennifer assured her that she was very interested. We walked out of the back to the front register to pay and again the entire salon watched. The manager had a huge smile on her face as my Mistress paid the tab. Jennifer remained behind to get her manicure with a huge smile and a wink to me as I left the shop.

"You are quite a site, slut. Your make-up is messed up again and you have cum on your blouse. I can't take you anywhere!" As we got back to the car Mistress opened my door and gave me a long tender kiss before I sat down. "I love you, slut."

I smiled and said, "I love you too, Mistress." I could not stop wondering what she had in mind for next weekend on the drive home.

On Sunday, we had our latest weigh-in. I lost another 4 pounds which made the goal meaningless since I could not beat any of the numbers. But Mistress was not upset. "I knew after you had the immediate weight loss it would slow down. Some of these weeks you might be able to do better than 5 pounds of weight loss, but even if you do there is a real good chance that you will fall short of the goal. I expect that you will work your way through many of the "punishment" cards before you are done.

With that, I drew the next card and handed it to my Mistress. She opened it and read the card with a big smile. "Don't sweat the small stuff," it read. She explained that I would be sweating off those extra pounds. "For the next week, I am going to wrap you up each night in saran wrap and put you in tight leather bag that will be cinched closed around your neck. Your head will be exposed so I can still use your mouth to piss in but otherwise you are trapped in the sack until morning. Go take your shower so I can get you ready for bed."

When I returned from my shower my Mistress lubed up my anal plug and inserted it back into my pussy. I was kept completely naked as she began to wrap me in layer after layer of saran wrap. She had purchased several of those industrial sized rolls of plastic wrap which made the job much quicker. My legs were wrapped together from the ankles on up and my arms were wrapped at my side. She covered me in so many layers that I could only wiggle a few inches. Only my head was kept free. I was able to take a couple of tiny steps forward to step into the bottom of the leather bag. The bag was then pulled up over me and cinched at the neck. She then buckled on my collar to seal the saran wrap and leather sack in place. I was then gently tilted backward and put on a tilted bench with my face staring straight up at the ceiling. My Mistress then wrapped a series of wide belts around my lower body, midsection, and upper body. I could not move from that position until I was set free the next morning. She turned out the lights and told me to, "Sleep well, slut." I doubted that was possible.

 The Domme Diet Plan—Chapter 3

Week 5—Are you ready for some football?

The next week was grueling. Sleeping was extremely difficult when you could not adjust your position at all and you were sweating from head to toe. I started to sweat as soon as I was wrapped in the plastic wrap. The addition of the leather sack made any relief impossible. On a couple of the nights I had to pee desperately from all the liquid I had consumed the previous evening. One night I could not hold out any longer and peed in the bag. The plastic wrap essentially trapped the hot liquid against my skin and made the bag even more uncomfortable. Also, because I had just had the bikini wax, the area was itchy and I could do nothing to scratch it.

My Mistress made a point of waking me at least once each night so she could piss down my throat and she would always fill me with her morning piss before setting me free. One night during the week Jason stayed over and filled her pussy and ass with his cum. I of course was required to eat it all from my leather prison. Jason would top it off with a piss chaser.

After I was cut free each morning it took about an hour to get stretched out and moving again. I was kept in various women's clothes around the house during the vacation week. All the outfits were color coordinated with my pink nail polish on my toes and fingers. I was also required to put lipstick and other makeup on each morning. The addition of the new fingernails added to my torment because I would accidentally scratch myself or poke myself in the eye while trying to put on the make-up. But as my Mistress explained, "Women have managed to put on make-up with much longer nails than you have now so you will figure it out, slut."

My Mistress told me during the week that we would be having a special football party on Sunday. The Green Bay Packers were playing the Chicago Bears in what was expected to be one of the biggest games of the year. She said a few people would be stopping by to watch the game and I would be "serving" the partygoers. The way she said it, and the grin on her face, told me that I could expect lots of surprises before the game was over.

When I was released from the leather bag and plastic wrap on Sunday morning I was told to get the house ready for the party. That meant scrubbing the floors and counters and vacuuming the entire house. When the house passed her inspection I was told that I needed to take a long hot bath and carefully shave my entire body with the exception of my triangle of hair above my clit. I was also told to give myself a series of enemas to clean myself out and then insert my next largest sized plug. Then I was to report to the bedroom to get dressed.

When I arrived in the bedroom my Mistress had a special outfit all ready for me. She had purchased one of those stereotypical French maid outfits. Under it, I was to wear frilly black rhumba panties and a matching bra. She had also purchased a new pair of shoes with higher heels than I had ever worn before. The shoes included a strap that could be locked around the ankles so they could not be removed. Once I was completely dressed my Mistress added padlocks to the shoes and locked on my collar. I then sat down to have my face made-up and a real cheap blonde wig put on. "We don't want to ruin the nice one, slut." When the outfit was complete I again looked ridiculous. My Mistress loved it! "Oh slut! You make quite the whore in that outfit. The guests will certainly adore being served by you this afternoon." She recorded it all as part of her attempt to document my total humiliation.

The guests began arriving about an hour before kickoff. I was told to answer the door and immediately drop to my knees in front of each guest and kiss their feet, tell them that I would be serving them today, and thank them for coming to the party. I was also told that from this point forward I would always refer to my assistant as Ms. Jennifer. Jason was the first to arrive. I greeted him with a kiss to both of his shoes. Next to arrive was Ms. Jennifer and her boyfriend Mark. I had never met Mark before. He was black and looked to be about 25 years old. I learned he was an ex-college football linebacker at a small college on the west coast. He was about 6'2" and 225 lbs. and looked like he could play for the Bears if they needed him. Both Mark and Ms. Jennifer laughed as I greeted them. "Damn, Jennifer, he is exactly as you said. And this guy is your boss?"

"Hard to believe, huh?" Ms. Jennifer said as she smiled at me.

Next to arrive were Ms. Susan and Ms. Shelly. They both came in leather and told me not to get my lipstick on their boots as I kissed them. Finally, a gay male couple arrived together. I had never met either of them before. My Mistress introduced them as Master Corey and Master Bill. She said she also met them at the gym and was delighted to learn that they were also in the BDSM scene. Corey was the more dominant of the two but both really enjoyed double-teaming other men. When my Mistress said that she looked right at me and winked. I greeted them both with kisses to their boots.

With all the guests in attendance I began my duties of serving drinks and appetizers. I was told to curtsey after I delivered anything to the guests. It was a struggle to carry the tray and walk with the larger plug in my ass and the high heel shoes on my feet. The guests were also liberal in pinching or slapping my butt. Instead of watching the pre-game show, my Mistress put on a DVD that showed my trip to the nail salon last weekend. The guests really laughed as they watched the hair being ripped from my genitals and my "tip" to the store manager.

Just before the game started my Mistress told me to stop and pay attention as she stepped into the center of the room and explained, "To make the game more fun we are dividing the guests into two teams, the boys against the girls. Jason, Mark, Corey and Bill will have the Chicago Bears. Susan, Shelly, Jennifer and myself will have the Green Bay Packers. Jason and I will be the team captains. When your team scores, the captain will select a team member to be served by our pretty French sissy maid. While the slut is serving the lucky team member, the other members of that team will take turns spanking her cute little butt. The spanking continues until the slut makes that person cum. If it is a high scoring game she will be a busy little bitch." With that she turned on the sound to the game and the guests readied to watch the action.

Midway through the first quarter, the Packers scored on a short TD pass to take a 7-0 lead. My Mistress then announced that Ms. Jennifer would be the first guest to be served by me. I immediately got on my knees and crawled to Ms. Jennifer as she pulled down her panties and spread her legs. I had fantasized about doing this since the day she was hired. But I never imagined I would be doing this in front of a room full of people while dressed like a French maid. She had a completely shaved pussy that had full lips and a clit that was already swollen as I moved in for the first taste. She urged the "whore" to do a good job because she might be requiring this at the office on a regular basis.

As I had been trained, I licked her slowly around the edge before slowly slipping my tongue into her slit. With each lick I could feel her getting wetter. At the same time I felt my panties pulled down and Ms. Susan began paddling my naked butt. She started with delays between swats but quickly picked up the pace before handing the paddle over to Ms. Shelly. I was trying to make Ms. Jennifer cum quickly so the paddling would stop but the swats would slow me down and cause my tongue to slip from her clit. Ms. Shelly showed little mercy as well before handing it over to my Mistress. My Mistress informed me that she expected me to make Ms. Jennifer cum before she was tired of spanking my ass or I would be sorry. I used that "warning" to concentrate even more on nibbling at her clit and slipping my tongue in deep and within another minute she started to cum. She spurted cum in my mouth as she pulled my face into her pussy and moaned. When she finally let go of my hair my Mistress stopped the spanking. "Get up slut and go back to your drink serving duties. I am sure Jennifer is thirsty." I did a quick curtsey and scurried into the kitchen.




The Domme Diet Plan Pt. 01



Early in the second quarter the Bears tied it up at 7-7 on a short touchdown run. Jason announced that the slut would be serving Master Corey first. With that instruction I kneeled and crawled to his feet. I was told to show that I was a good whore and pull down his pants and pull his cock and balls from his underwear. His cock was still semi-flaccid when I pulled it free but it was already about 6" long and very thick. He had a bushy pubic area and large, low hanging balls. As directed, I kissed the head of his penis and began to fondle his balls with my right hand, being careful not to scratch him with my new fingernails. I looked to the right and saw my Mistress was capturing it all on tape as my panties were again pulled down to expose my ass. My Mistress said, "Show Master Corey what a good cocksucker you are slut."

Master Bill was the first one to use the paddle and he did not hesitate to hit me hard. That first swat told me that any sub that served him and Master Corey would be feeling the pain for days. He kept a steady rhythm on my ass cheeks as I began sucking the cock in front of me. It quickly hardened to its full length of 8" and I slid it in and out of my mouth. Master Corey used his hand on the back of my head to push it deeper and deeper in my throat. He moaned as I tickled the head of his penis with my tongue. I was trying to concentrate on getting him to cum as quickly as possible when I suddenly felt a new person take over the spanking duties. Mark hit me repeatedly in the center of my ass so that the anal plug was driven in and the underside of my balls was struck. I squeezed his balls harder as I sucked him tighter in my mouth. Just as Jason took over the spanking duties I felt Master Corey's cock begin to twitch and his hand pull my hair and force me down so my nose was buried in his pubic hair. With that, he came explosively down my throat in 5-6 surges. I swallowed it down as he allowed my mouth to slide off his cock.

"Thank you Master Corey."

"You are welcome, slut. Your Mistress has trained you well."

My Mistress said, "You should have recognized the taste of that cum. They have been providing a lot of the "protein" that you have been eating on your diet." I blushed. "I told them that you were anxious to show your gratitude for their gift to you. Sucking their cocks today will just be the start of your thanks to them. One of these weeks you will get the chance to spend the weekend at their house and serve them and their friends. I have been told that the subs are never quite the same after they get the chance to be the "guest of honor" at one of these weekends." My Mistress grinned as she looked down at me. "Now clean up his cock, fix your make-up and get back to serving drinks and appetizers." I did as instructed.

By halftime the teams had exchanged field goals for a 10-10 tie. Like a good whore, I sucked off Master Bill and swallowed his load of cum and licked Ms. Shelly to a screaming orgasm. The other guests switched to a flogger and a riding crop to mark my ass while I was giving oral sex. I was sweating hard, and my butt was throbbing after I finished eating Ms. Shelly's pussy. "Looks like you could use a drink, slut," my Mistress said. She then pushed me on my back and squatted over my mouth and allowed me to drink her golden nectar. She had a full bladder because I was drinking for about two minutes before the flow stopped. "Get back to work," she said as she gave me a big smile.

Halftime gave me a chance to catch my breath and for the pain from the spankings to subside. But when Green Bay returned the second half kickoff 100 yards I was back on my knees in front of Ms. Susan. Ms. Susan was soaking wet as I put my tongue into her slit. She whispered to me, "As you can tell, slut, watching you serve everyone at the party has made me very excited. Now show me what a good pussy licker you are." I plunged my tongue in and out of her dripping slit and sucked her swollen clit. She had recently had her clit pierced so it was ultra-sensitive as I sucked it. Ms. Susan loved having my face tight in her cunt. So she would repeatedly grab my head with both hands, put her legs over my shoulders, and squeeze my face into her. She would allow just enough movement to grab a quick breath of air before I was squeezed tight again. Of course while that was happening at one end, the other women were using the flogger and crop on my ass. The crop allowed more pinpoint abuse and about every third swat landed directly on the underside of my balls. It took about 10 minutes, but Ms. Susan finally came on my tongue and bathed my face in her juices. She then wiped up her juices with her sopping wet panties and pushed them into my mouth. "Why don't you suck on these until your mouth is needed again, bitch." I nodded and curtseyed with a wobble and went back to my service duties as I continued to suck on her panties.

Just before the third quarter ended the Bears added a field goal to cut the lead to 17-13. I was then told it was Mark's turn. He was obviously excited by everything he had seen today because his cock flopped out stiff as I pulled off his pants. His cock was the biggest I had ever been required to suck. It was about 10" with a large head. It tilted upward slightly which caused it to drag against the roof of my mouth as I sucked it. I tried to take it all, but it was just too big. Master Mark clearly sensed that I was struggling so he delighted in pushing my head down onto his cock. He shouted, "C'mon bitch. You need to learn to take it all no matter how big it is." I could hear Ms. Jennifer laughing and yelling for him to "choke" me with his dick.

The other guys on his team were really making a point of hitting my ass hard. One of them had a short single tail whip and I could feel it biting into my skin. One of them joked that they should try to mark my ass with a "Z" like Zorro had been here. The fact that Mark was already turned on worked to my advantage because it only took me about five minutes to make him spurt his load down my throat. Ms. Jennifer said I must be a great cocksucker because she could never make him cum that fast when she gave him a blow job. She kidded she would have to get some tips from me at the office. I cleaned up his cock and again went back to my drink serving duties.

By this time I was walking very slowly. My ass was almost numb from the beatings during the game. With the high heels padlocked on my feet I was feeling pain in muscles that I never felt before. I was just hoping this game could end at 17-13 so I could take a long hot bath and get some relief. Of course, there would be no such luck. With about 3 minutes remaining the Bears scored a TD to take a 20-17 lead. I now had to give a blow job to Jason. I was very accustomed to sucking his cock so he wasted no time in grabbing me by the hair, pushing me to my knees and forcing his hard cock into my mouth. He reached down and twisted my nipples as I sucked him off. The other guys resumed their assault on my bruised ass while I deep throated him. Because I had done this with him before, I knew that forcing my tongue in his piss slit while I sucked the head would bring him off fast. I was able to get him to cum in only about two minutes as the others applauded my technique. Ms Susan said, "You should put him to work on a street corner. At that rate the slut could make you a lot of money in an hour." I blushed.

As the final seconds ticked down the Packers moved into field goal range. On the final play of the game the kicker was able to split the uprights to tie the game at 20-20 and send it to OT. Of course, with that latest score, it was now time for me to eat out my Mistress. "Slut, we will be doing it a little different this time. I bought a new toy I want to try." She pulled out a double-dildo gag and strapped it on my head. The gag had a 6" extension that would be used to satisfy my Mistress while I had a 3" cock in my mouth to suck on.

I kneeled down in front of my Mistress and guided the head into her dripping cunt. She grabbed my blonde wig and pulled me in all the way and then pushed me back out. She would slow down and speed up the pace. The other women took the opportunity to use a paddle that had the word "SLUT" cut into it. It was slapped repeatedly against my ass as the room laughed. Because my Mistress wanted to make this last, she kept me in this position for more than 10 minutes. She wiped away my tears as she watched the beating on my ass. She whispered, "Slut, you have made me very proud today. I love you more than you could ever imagine." After saying that she started to breathe faster and came loudly as my face was coated with her cum. She unlatched the gag and told me to get cleaned up because the game was not over yet.

As the overtime went forward my Mistress announced that the members of the winning team would get to celebrate in traditional fashion. In football, the victorious team would dump a bucket of Gatorade on the coach. My Mistress said the winning team members today would get to shower the slut with their piss to celebrate.

Late in the overtime the Bears moved into field goal range and kicked it through for the 23-20 win. The guys celebrated the win and I was immediately led into the bathroom and put on my back in the large tub. The 4 guys lined up around the tub and pulled out their cocks and began covering me from head to toe with their hot piss. I was able to drink some of it but when they were done my outfit and wig were soaked.

As soon as they finished, my Mistress announced that I served so well today that I deserved a special treat. So she told all the woman that they should douse me with their piss too. One-by-one they straddled me in the tub and pissed on me, paying special attention to my mouth so I would get a good taste. My Mistress went last and told me to pull out my "clitty" and start stroking it like a whore. Everyone laughed at its size. She then stood over me and pissed directly on it as I stroked. She shouted at me to "CUM NOW YOU FUCKING BITCH!" as my cock was soaked in her piss. I couldn't hold back and I shot streams of cum as I screamed with pleasure. My Mistress then reached down and scooped up the cum and piss and slid her fingers in and out of my mouth so I could swallow it down. "Very nice, slut. Very nice. Get yourself cleaned up and join us back in the living room for your weekly weigh-in." Mistress flipped me the keys to the padlocks on the shoes as she walked from the room.

It took me about an hour to take care of the wet clothes, shower and fix my make-up. My Mistress had laid out a set of pink bra and panties, some matching shoes, and a long blond wig to wear for the weigh-in. The guests whistled and clapped as I walked back into the room. I was blushing.

As I stepped on the scale my Mistress said that I had lost 31 pounds in the first month on my special diet of piss and cum. Everyone applauded. "He spent the week sleeping in plastic wrap while confined to a leather sack—A submissive sauna. Let's see how the slut did." She looked at the result and said, "Congratulations slut, you lost another 7 pounds. That makes 38 pounds in just 5 weeks; time to draw out your goal number." I reached in and pulled a number and opened it up. It was a "5." "Congratulations, slut, you beat your goal." She handed me the bowl of "rewards" and told me to select one. I pulled out the "reward" card, opened it and looked at it with some confusion. "Read it for everyone, slut."

I read the card. "Like Ponce de Leon, you discovered the fountain of youth. For the next week you will be young again." I looked at my Mistress.

"Great choice, slut. I know you worry about getting older but you know that drinking my piss is like drinking from the fountain of youth. Unfortunately, sometimes that youth thing can be overdone. For the next week you will be a "baby" again. I am going to dress you in diapers and baby clothes. You will sleep in a crib and drink my pee from a baby bottle. You will only eat baby food and formula that is of coursed mixed with your regular helpings of cum to make you grow strong. You will spend time each morning and evening sucking on my nipples for nourishment like a baby. You will not speak unless I tell you to because babies can't talk. And of course as a baby you will only be able to go to the potty in your diapers. Now there are some limits to my desire to be your Mommy, so you will change your own diaper when I tell you to. But until I say so you stay in your dirty diaper, that will teach you to hold it in. You have another week of vacation so this should be a lot of fun. And I will be sure to record it all so our friends can enjoy it too." I was completely humiliated by the whole thing and of course completely turned on. I kissed the feet of each of the guests as they left for the evening. Thoughts of being "young again" bounced through my head.

Week 6 ---Ooo Baby Baby

The next morning, I started the routine that would be basically repeated everyday this week. I showered and removed all the excess hair with the exception of the small patch above my clit then went to the playroom for an hour session with the fucking machine. After that I went to my bedroom and put on my diaper. My Mistress had purchased some "baby clothes" online that were laid out on the bed. She had picked out pink rubber panties that went over the diaper, a pink dress and matching bonnet. I felt completely humiliated as I slipped on my new outfit for the week. I then crawled to my Mistress in the living room.

"OOOOOOO...that looks so cute! Crawl to your Mommy! Time to feed you." I crawled on the couch and laid my head back on your lap. She pulled open her top and pulled out her beautiful breasts. "Time to suck like a baby, slut!" She guided my head to her right breast and told me to suck it gently. While I sucked she said, "You look so sweet in pink. We are going to have so much fun this week. You know I love you more than anything in the world, slut. It makes me so happy that you love doing these things for me. I don't tell you this enough, but I get so dripping wet watching you perform for me. I have even cum a couple times just seeing you used." I smiled.

I sucked on the right breast for about 15 minutes before she switched me over to the left breast. She continued to scratch my head and tell me what a "good sissy baby" I was. I could have stayed there all day. But after a similar amount of time sucking on the other breast she told me that I needed to get some actual nourishment. She reached on the table and grabbed a big baby bottle filled with more than a pint of her piss. She told me to drink it all. This was the first time as an adult I had tried to drink from a baby bottle. It is not that easy. It takes a lot of sucking to empty a bottle. She laughed as I struggled to drink it all. "Hey slut, this should also improve your sucking skills." When I finally finished the bottle she told me to get off the couch and follow her to the "baby's room."

I was confused as she led me down to the extra bedroom. As I crawled in the room I saw that a cage was now in the center of the room. The cage sat on the ground and was about 6 feet long, 2 feet wide and about 3 feet high. It had a padded floor and was surrounded by steel bars. She had put in a couple of pink blankets in the cage along with a small pillow and a little stuffed bunny. "After you went to bed last night, Master Corey and Master Bill came back with this cage to be your crib. Since a crib is designed to keep the baby safe and secure I thought a cage would be a perfect substitute. This will be your bedroom for the rest of the week and I expect I will like it so much that I might find a few uses for it after your days as a baby are over." She winked at me. She told me to crawl in the cage and take a nap. I crawled in the opening at the end and was just able to fit. I could sit up in the cage but it would be impossible to stand. She handed me another bottle through the bars. "This is a special baby formula. I have added a good dose of cum to it for your special dietary needs but it is otherwise the same stuff babies drink. You need to finish it by the time I get back for your lunch." She patted me on the head and walked out of the room.

As she left I began sucking on the baby formula. It was not good. I could not imagine why babies ate this stuff, but I knew that I had no choice but to finish it all. It took me almost 30 minutes to empty the bottle. I then curled up for a nap. I woke up about an hour later with a strange rumbling in my stomach. My diaper was still dry and I was determined to keep it that way as long as possible. My Mistress walked in and looked at me. "You are a good slut! You finished all your baby formula. Now I am not sure you are aware of this, but baby formula is also designed to keep babies from getting constipated. So it makes everything in their tummy much softer so it can come out easier. From the look on your face and your movements in the crib I suspect you are starting to come to that realization." I swallowed hard. "Oh, come on sweetie, it's time for you to go potty in your diapers for Mommy. I want to be here to watch you do it the first time." I was so embarrassed. I had done many humiliating things. But laying here in a cage in pink baby clothes in a diaper while my Mistress was urging me to soil myself had to be the most humiliating thing yet. To top it off she had set up the camera to record it all. For the next 15 minutes she continued to urge me to "fill the diaper for Mommy." I was starting to cramp before I finally could hold back no longer. I began pissing in my diaper and simultaneously the formula, cum, piss diet took its toll and I shit into the diaper. It came out in a steady ooze. "Oh, slut. Fill it up for me! Empty yourself like a good baby." When I finally felt empty I was able to relax in the cage.

My Mistress opened the cage door and told me to crawl out so she could check my diaper. She pulled up the dress and pulled down the pink rubber panties to reveal the diaper. She patted my behind and laughed. "You really had to go, sweetie. That is quite a mess." She pointed to a new diaper and some baby wipes on the counter and told me to get myself cleaned up and meet her in the kitchen for lunch.

After she left the room I removed the diaper and saw the mess I had left behind. I tried to get it off without getting too much on myself but that was close to impossible. I had to use about 5 baby wipes to make sure I had gotten everything off me so I could put on the fresh diaper. I then crawled down the hall to the kitchen for lunch.

I sat at the table for lunch and was fed a couple of jars of baby food. After opening each jar my Mistress made a point of showing me as she poured cum into the jar and stirred it up. She then fed me by a spoon until I had finished it all. She then gave me another big bottle of her piss to wash it down. I spent the afternoon back in my "crib."

She made sure to give me another bottle of piss to have while I was in my bed. The accumulation of piss, formula and baby food during the day caused me to fill my diaper twice during the afternoon, which made it difficult to get much rest. She finally returned at about 5:00 p.m. to release me from the cage. She again checked my diapers and commented that I was a making a big mess. She ordered me to change them again and join her for dinner. As I changed them I was amazed at where the mess could get when you were sitting in it. It again took quite awhile to get everything cleaned up and the new diaper put on so I could get dinner.

When I got to the kitchen I saw that my Mistress had prepared a steak and potato for herself. Of course that was not proper baby food so I was again fed a bottle of formula and two jars of baby food. My Mistress taunted me with the steak as I sucked on the bottle. She then told me that Jason had stopped by while I was napping so she had some fresh cum to put on the baby food. She grabbed the jar, pulled down her panties and squeezed cum out of her pussy and into the jar. She smiled as she mixed it up and started feeding it to me. "Eat it all slut. This will make you big and strong. Maybe your little cock will have a late growth spurt too," she giggled.




The Domme Diet Plan Pt. 01



When I finished both jars and the formula, she said, "You have done so well in your first day as a baby. I have a special dessert for you. Get on the floor and lay on your back." As I got positioned she removed her panties and squatted down facing my feet. She covered my mouth with her dripping pussy. "Eat my pussy slut. Make Mommy cum!" Like I had been trained, I licked and sucked at her clit and around the lips. I would regularly push my tongue inside and wiggle it around. She was obviously very worked up because she came hard within 5 minutes. Once she stopped her heavy breathing she told me that she needed one more of those so she pushed her weight back on my mouth and I licked and sucked again. It took about 10 minutes more before she exploded a second time. She rode the orgasm for about a minute before she relaxed again. "Open wide, slut. I am sure you are thirsty." I opened my mouth as she began pissing down my throat. She could control the flow so she would keep it at a steady pace, stopping at times so I could catch up. It took a long time for her to completely drain her bladder. I then licked the piss off her pussy and she returned to her feet. "Time to join me back on the couch, slut," she said. I crawled behind her.

When I got back to the couch I again sucked both breasts of my Mistress. She squeezed my nipples as I suckled hers. "You were awesome tonight slut. I don't think I have cum that hard in months. Maybe I will keep you as a baby forever since it seems to work wonders for me." She laughed. When I finished sucking her she told me to lie down at her feet while she watched some television. I fell asleep as she lightly rubbed her feet against me.

I was jolted awake as I felt the overwhelming need to poop again. I laid on my side and felt the formula take affect. The smell was immediate. "Oh my! Smells like the baby had to go again. You are quite the messy baby. Crawl into the bathroom and clean up. Take a shower and meet me back in the baby's room." I did as instructed.

When I got back to the bedroom my Mistress put on a fresh diaper and showed me a special one piece pink jumper to sleep in. I was put in the jumper, zipped up, given a kiss on the forehead and told to crawl into my crib. She put another big bottle of piss in my crib and told me to finish it all by morning. Before leaving my room and shutting the door my Mistress put on some soft music, turned out the lights and told me to get some sleep. "Night slut. Naughty dreams." I fell asleep within minutes.

The week seemed to go by quickly, but not without additional humiliation. Ms. Jennifer came by one afternoon because she wanted to see "the new baby." She could not stop laughing as she saw me in my crib. She snapped a couple of pictures with her cell phone to add to her collection. My Mistress told me to fill my diaper while Ms. Jennifer watched to show what a good baby I was becoming. She then had Ms. Jennifer watch as I changed the diaper. Before I put on the new diaper, my Mistress told her to powder my ass so I would not get diaper rash. Ms. Jennifer gave my ass a hard swat as she finished spreading the powder. "Boy, I wish the other ladies at the office could see this! They would never believe this is the same guy." They both laughed.

My Mistress said she would have me just say "thank you" for the visit, but because babies can't talk I would need to show my thanks in another way. My Mistress then ordered me to lay on my back and drink the piss of Ms. Jennifer to thank her for visiting and powdering my butt. I of course did not hesitate. Ms. Jennifer removed her shorts and panties and squatted on my mouth. Her pussy was freshly shaved and was dripping wet—an obvious sign that she was turned on by my humiliation. I kept my mouth wide open as she began to piss down my throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could but a little did dribble on my chin and onto the tile floor. As Ms. Jennifer finished and stood up, my Mistress told me to clean up the mess right away. I rolled over and quickly used my tongue to clean the floor.

On a couple of nights that week, my Mistress had Jason sleep over with her. To torture me, she used a baby monitor so I could hear what was going on in their room. She of course added some play-by-play to make it more difficult for me in the cage. When they finished she came back to check on me and gave me a fresh bottle of piss filled with cum.

By the end of the week I was more than ready to go back to solid foods. Baby food and formula may be fine for a baby, but it was just making me very hungry. However, this diet certainly helped my weight loss as I lost another 10 pounds. Unfortunately, I pulled out a "15" as my goal so I had to draw another punishment card. I handed the card to my Mistress.

She gave me a big smile as she began to read it. "All boys weekend. Slut serves as the weekend party slut." She laughed. "Master Corey and Master Bill will be so excited. We talked about that at the football party. This punishment was their idea. They have a group of dominant friends who love working over someone like you. And I know you have watched some of that gay domination porn. Gay Doms can be very rough with their subs. It should be very interesting. Now get some rest. You need to go back to work tomorrow and you will have a big weekend ahead."

 The Domme Diet Plan—Chapter 4

Week 7—Let's hear it for the boys

It was tough getting back into the swing of things at work after my two week "vacation." Like always when I leave for more than a few days, the mail was piled up on my desk and my email inbox was overflowing. I had more than a dozen phone messages. My Mistress sent me to work wearing new red panties under my suit and the next larger sized plug in my ass. She did allow me to remove the long fingernails and nail polish before going in. But removing the nails may have hurt as much as anything I had endured over the past 2 months. I was squirming in my chair to get comfortable as I began the task of catch-up.

It didn't take long to realize that my position at the office had changed permanently. In my emails were several pictures from the camera phone of Ms. Jennifer. They showed me in various precarious positions and left no doubt it was me. She had forwarded one of them to a couple of former employees as well with a little description of our football party. Thankfully, those employees liked me too and would not do anything to jeopardize my employment. When Ms. Jennifer arrived at the office at 9:00 a.m. she came straight into my office. "I see you are wearing some grown-up clothes today. I think I liked the other ones better. Pink is really your color. Maybe I will talk to your boss about letting you wear those on casual Fridays." She handed me a sports bottle that was filled. "Here is your refreshment for the morning. I spoke with your Mistress and she thought it would be a great idea if you drank a bottle of my fresh piss each morning. And as a special treat to welcome you back from vacation, I added the load of cum that Mark shot into my pussy last night. Be sure to give me the empty bottle by the end of the day so I can get you a refill for tomorrow, slut." She emphasized the word "slut" in such a way that told me that she had a lot of ideas for our new relationship at the office.

As the week went along I was told that I would be spending all day Saturday and Sunday with Master Corey and Master Bill and several of their friends. That thought of what might be in store for me on the weekend made it very difficult to concentrate on the routines of work. I kept looking at my co-workers to see if I could detect any sign that Ms. Jennifer had told them anything. One time I was sure that the women in the lunch room stopped talking suddenly when I walked in then began giggling when I left. But it seemed I was probably just imagining things as nothing else strange happened that week at work.

As Saturday morning came around my Mistress was anxious to send me for my "weekend with the boys." She joked that I could use some "male bonding" and what better way then to have them fuck me in every way imaginable.

Master Bill arrived at about 9:30 a.m. to pick me up. I was already dressed for the trip. My Mistress had me in my locked collar with cuffs padlocked to my ankles and wrists. The plug was firmly in my ass. I was wearing a pair of purple panties with a matching purple bra. She had put a pair of 3" purple high heels on my feet. The ankle cuffs had a short two foot long chain linked between them. The wrist cuffs were joined in front of me with a 1 foot length of chain. As trained, I carefully and slowly dropped to my knees and kissed his leather boots.

Master Bill said he had another addition to my wardrobe for the long drive to their mountain home. He pulled out a rubber hood that was quickly put over my head. The hood had no openings for the eyes and put me in complete darkness. The hood had tubes for the nostrils and the mouth which allowed the wearer to breathe. However, the mouth tube also allowed liquid to be poured directly into the sub's open mouth. As soon as the hood was in place I heard Master Bill zip down his pants and begin to pee. "Time for some refreshment before we hit the road, slut." Suddenly I tasted the warm liquid through the tube in my mouth. I sucked it down like drinking from a straw and after about a minute I was able to empty the tube. But just as I thought I was done, I felt another blast of piss as now my Mistress was using the tube to fill me up.

"MMMMM...I may need to buy him one of those hoods for the house, Bill. I hate it when he loses a single drop." She patted me on the head. "Now it's time for you guys to get going. I don't want my slut to miss out on any fun! And don't forget to get it all on video. I want to see everything later."

"Don't worry. We have big plans for him. And this group loves introducing a newbie into one of our weekends. You might not even recognize him when I bring him back tomorrow night." I swallowed hard inside the hood as he finished speaking.

I was led outside by a leash, taking slow careful steps in my high heels because of the short chain between the ankle cuffs and my complete inability to see. When we got to the driveway I heard him open the trunk. "You will make the trip from the trunk, slut." He then helped me fall over into the trunk, taking care that I did not strike my head. When I was in the trunk he slipped a pillow under my head and told me to "relax and get some rest. You will need it. Oh, one more thing." I felt a tug on the nostril tubes then smelled a musky smell. "I clipped the end of the tubes in the crotch of Master Corey's underwear from yesterday. I thought you might as well get used to his scent on the trip." I heard the trunk close above me. I tried to shut my eyes and get some sleep, but the bumpy ride along with the smell and the anticipation of what was to come kept me wide awake.

About 90 minutes later I heard the trunk lid open and the voice of Master Bill. "We have arrived." He assisted me in getting out of the trunk and got me back on my feet. He removed the hood from my head and allowed the light and air to flood back in. The cool air felt great, but dressed in only a bra and panties I now realized that it was cold, real cold. As my eyes adjusted to the daylight, I saw the "cabin' for the first time. It was not what I expected. It was big. It had 3 levels and was built on the side of the hill. It was surrounded by trees. There were 3 other cars parked in a paved parking area big enough for probably 20 cars. I looked around and could not see another home anywhere. "Master Corey and I had this vacation home custom built about 5 years ago. Our neighbors in the City did not like it when we had some of our big play parties; something about screams at all hours of the night. So we decided to have this house built for us and our friends. As you will come to learn this weekend, we have many special add-ons in the house that make it the perfect place to play. And as I am sure you have noticed, there is no one within a mile of the house. So, we can play inside, we can play outside, and no one will see a thing. And what I like most is no one will complain that the subs are making too much noise. Come on, slut, it's time to introduce you to our friends." With that he grabbed the leash and led me up the path to the front door.

As I walked in, the size of the family room was the first thing to catch your attention. It was massive. It had to be 50 feet wide and 25 feet deep. On one wall was an 80" TV surrounded by leather couches. I was embarrassed to see that my session with Ms. Susan and Ms. Shelly was playing and two Doms dressed in leather were watching and laughing. The opposite wall had a huge brick fireplace and a number of recliners. A large fire was burning in the fireplace. The back wall featured a steel St. Andrew 's cross. It was already being put to good use. Master Corey had another sub chained face first to the cross. He was holding a long, single tail whip in his right hand. The sub was completely naked and his back and ass were marked in every direction from whip strikes. The room had a vaulted ceiling which allowed Master Corey to swing with full force. He was not holding back. The whip whistled as it was swung at its target. As it struck his ass there was a loud "CRACK" followed by a body jerk and a loud moan from the sub. The chains around his wrists and ankles clanged each time he was hit.

Master Bill said to me, "That is sub Fido. He is an extreme pain slave and loves being treated like a dog, thus the name. You are not ready for some of things we will do to him this weekend, but we knew you would enjoy the show. Now go give a proper greeting to Master Corey." He released the leash and I crawled over to Master Corey. He smiled as I approached and kissed both of his boots. He then turned around and signaled that I should kiss his ass cheeks. I did without hesitation.

"Good to see you again, slut. We have quite a weekend planned for you. You have not been properly introduced to Fido. He belongs to Master Paul who you will meet shortly. Believe it or not, he is a high school teacher during the week. For the weekend, you are the lowest sub in the room, so greet Fido by sniffing his asshole like another dog." I moved over to the sub and put my nose to his crack. "You can do better than that!" Master Corey grabbed the back of my head and forced my nose into his asshole. He held it there for about 30 seconds so I was forced to sniff. He then pulled my head away. "That's better. Now go crawl over by the TV so you can meet the other Doms."

I quickly crawled to the couch and kissed the feet of the two men I saw watching TV when I entered. Master Paul introduced himself first. He was in his mid-50s and very fit with short gray hair. He was only wearing tight leather pants with no shirt. His muscles rippled on his arms and on his chest. He said , "What a nice show you put on with the lesbians, slut. You are obviously well trained and I think you may have pain puppy potential like Fido." He laughed at me. "But I shouldn't be surprised. I knew your Mistress when she thought she was a sub." I looked at him with surprise. "She was my sub when she was 18 and just starting to explore the lifestyle. Of course, after being with her for only about a month, I could see that she was really a Domme. When we played with other subs she was always trying to take the lead and my other subs quickly feared her wrath more than mine. So I released her as my sub and spent the next year training her to be a Domme. She was a quick study. You must be special if she has lavished this much attention on you." I smiled and thanked him.

"And I am Master Steven," the other man said. He was only about 30 and seemed much younger than the other Doms I had met over the years. "I met Master Paul at a leather event when I was in college. In fact, I think I was fucking a sub up the ass while Master Paul fucked his mouth." They laughed. "We chatted for awhile that night and discovered that we lived in the same area. Master Paul introduced me to others in the scene and we have enjoyed getting together for weekends like this one ever since. My primary sub wanted to be here this weekend but he had to work at the fire station. So it looks like it will be four Doms and two subs this weekend. I know your Mistress has you on a special diet. You both will get quite a good workout and all of us will help you meet your nutritional needs."

Master Bill then summoned me to follow him up the stairs so I could be prepared for my weekend of servitude. When we got to the second floor I was led into a small room. It looked exactly like an examination room at a doctor's office. There was medical equipment everywhere. He unclipped the chain between my ankles and I was told to take off my shoes and the bra and panties and climb up in the chair. He had me lift my legs onto stirrups that pulled out from either side of the chair. He then clipped my ankles cuffs to the stirrups. The chain between my wrists was also taken off and rerouted to a bar behind my head. This effectively pulled my arms up and over my head. From this position my ass and genitals were hanging exposed at the end of the chair and the rest of my body was available for abuse.

Master Bill explained, "Slut, I work in medical sales now, but I did go to medical school for 2 years in Europe. My medical training along with my interest in the BDSM lifestyle has made me an expert of sorts in medical play. I train other Doms to safely use these various medical devices with their subs. As you will soon discover, I have learned that medical skills and medical equipment have many uses."

"We will start by giving you a thorough cleaning. I know you do regular enemas, but I want to add in the element of retaining larger amounts for a longer period of time." He pulled out the plug from my ass and stuck it in my mouth, telling me to clean it. "I am going to put an inflatable enema plug into your ass. It has two balloons that are inflated to create a tight seal. I can then add as much liquid as I want and you will have no choice but to take it." He then slipped the lubed enema plug into me and inflated it. The one inside of me felt huge. He then came back with an IV type bag on a rolling stand. The bag was filled with about two quarts of yellow liquid. "As I am sure you guessed, the bag is filled with piss. We stayed up late last night drinking beer and we saved much of it for your enema." He hooked the tube from the IV to the enema plug and opened the flow. I felt the immediate surge of piss into my ass. "Just relax and keep sucking on the plug. I will be back in about 15 minutes to add the next bag."

I had never done more than two quarts at one time before, and when I did that much, I had expelled it after about 5 minutes when the pain became too severe. As my colon filled rapidly I started to feel that need to use the bathroom. But the inflatable plug made that impossible. By the time Master Bill returned I was already starting to cramp pretty bad. He removed the plug from my mouth and asked how it felt. I told him it really was hurting and asked him if I could expel the enema now. "Oh no, slut, you are only half full." He then removed the empty IV bag and added another one of the same size. "And this one is warm and fresh. We just filled it downstairs." He again opened the flow and I felt my already stuffed colon fill even more. He put the plug back in my mouth. "See you in another 15 minutes." He shut out the lights and I was in darkness, still sucking on the anal plug.

To attempt to ignore the waves of pain, I tried counting the seconds until I could expel the liquid from my bowels. When that didn't help I concentrated on counting the ceiling tiles. The pain was getting worse and worse and it felt like my stomach was getting bigger and was about to explode. I was biting on the plug to try to deal with the cramping. Finally, Master Bill and Master Corey came into the room.