Commentary- in part 6 I made the mistake of speaking without asking first (again). Anyone that has been somebodies full time slave before, understands how hard this can be. So I screwed up, and paid the price (at least initially). In the end I think I got the better end of the deal.
I would love to tell everyone that this was a dream of mine and that I couldn’t wait, but the truth was I didn’t want to do it. So like a child that gets punished I asked mistress to “please don’t” and “I’m sorry” but she wouldn’t budge. I assume now this was because she had already planned to add this as a part of my ever growing list of mental and physical demands that would eventually mold me into a completely subservient slave.
On the very first night it was bad enough that I had to sleep on the hardwood floor because she removed my mattress, but now I was up every hour, because I didn’t want to fuck up in the middle of the night by not waking up on time. Then I’d be up licking it off the floor all night.
So of course she slept all night.
At 5:30 I got up, put on my panties, thigh highs, and a half shirt (I always slept naked, her decision). Again, in mistresses defense this gave my cock and balls a chance to breathe each night after being in panties all day. And Mistress also kept her place so comfortable that sometimes I didn’t even need the sheet she gave me. I’m not trying to make Mistress sound mean, because she wasn’t. Remember, it’s Charlotte, NC, and during Jan and Feb if it got really cold she would give me an extra blanket as well. So she made sure I had what I needed believe me.
So anyway, I got up to make her coffee, breakfast, print her work schedule, and make lunch, before going back to the room to get her shower temperature just right. The entire time I was thinking I had dodged my first night of being peed on. (Mistress would soon clarify that I shouldn’t look at it like I was being peed on; as that would be mean and somewhat degrading, because it would force me to sleep in a wet sheet and on a wet floor). Instead this would be more like a reward because what better way for me to be closer to her than to drink something that had travelled through her body. And that it might even make her feel closer to me. So at about 6:15am I turned the shower on and my mistress called me over to the floor. She had trained me the night before on how she wanted my mouth opened wide so I could receive her nutrient rich water (her way of explaining the salty, sometimes mineral rich flavor). I locked into her slit, opened wide, and waited. I say this next part with all Seriousness. ………….this is why my mistress was so nice to me.
She didn’t just pee real quick and fill my mouth so I gagged on it. She wanted to make sure that I got every drop. From the very first time I became her toilet slave, she peed an ounce or so, stopped, and said “drink slave”. She started again, “Drink” and I did………………It was hot, salty, and erotic. It honestly wasn’t bad. But after about 6 or 7 rounds I asked for a small break……………Once again Mistress allowed me to gather myself before finishing in my mouth. And minus a few drops down my face I got all of it. And although I did have a few drops to lick up, it was much harder on my mistress, because she didn’t just have to hold in her pee all night but she had to keep holding and waiting for her newly Christiansen toilet slave to accept her gift. She didn’t have to do that for me, but because I think she loved me, she was patient and kind. Would you be that patient? I’m actually getting a hard on now just thinking about it.
Part 8 – may be a day or so
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7v961d/mf_how_i_went_from_submissive_coworker_to_slave
I read all your posts yesterday and your story is very interesting. Thanks for sharing and writing, and I’m looking forward to finding out how it turns out.
One question I have for you is: Why do you feel that your Mistress was superior to you? In what ways was she superior to you?