“The last thing I should mention is that you’re also my newest star,” she held up her phone to show him. “Your entire life is now live-streamed on my website, and traffic is up nearly 300% – people seem to really enjoy following your situation.” Just then, the phone rang. “Ahh, talk about perfect timing,” she held up the phone to show him again and he saw the name ‘Kitten’ and remembered the stunning Woman from his intake and the van at the airport. “I’m here,” she said as soon as the FaceTime sound ended. “He’s very organized, and it’s a pretty nice home. It probably makes sense to keep as a vacation property right outside New York City.” When she turned the phone towards him, he could clearly tell that Kitten was at his Jersey City brownstone- rummaging through everything. “I think I have everything we need now, cashiers check was used to pay the balance on the mortgage, the escrow account is set to handle utilities for up to 24 months, and surprisingly, not one person has called or texted his phone – it’s like he disappeared and no one even cares.”
“Do hear that slave,” Mistress April taunted him. “Kitten was able to make all arrangements on your behalf, and no one even gives a shit – you are quite pathetic.” As she laughed at him, another Woman approached in the doorway. “We’re all set for the procedure,” the Woman said matter of factly. “Thank you Mistress Horn,” replied Mistress April. “Oh eat up boy, you’ll need your strength for surgery.” She stood up from her chair and reached for his tray before stopping. She had both an urge and an idea at the same time. She squatted over the cut loaf of mixed ingredients and let her bladder go. She pissed all over the tray, with the majority quickly soaking into the already dense concoction on the plate. She finished, tugged in her dress with two hands and stood up. She picked up the piss-covered tray and dropped it on his lap, splashing piss everywhere. “I added a little salt slave, eat up,” she said with a grin. “I promise you’ll want all the strength possible for what’s up next.”
He managed to choke down nearly the entire loaf without so much as a gag – there was something about the taste of the Mistress that actually made it more palatable. As he thought he had finished, he sat back a bit and pushed away the tray. “What are you doing slave,” the question sounded so polite with Mistress’ accent. “You are not done with that yet.” She walked outside the door and returned with a clear funnel, aggressively shoving it in his mouth and pushing his head backwards. She picked up the silver, metal tray and forced everything on it to a corner before dripping it into the funnel. It filled it up about halfway and he instinctively swallowed.
“Good slave,” she mockingly praised him, “now keep it in and lie back for a moment.” He followed her orders and before he knew it, he was staring under Mistress’s black leather dress at the metal rings piercing her clit. As his cock started to once again betray him by swelling at the details of his situation, he saw a stream of piss headed his way, instantaneously starting to hit the back of his throat at the same time. She finished, pulling the funnel from his lips. She stood up and said, “I understand the importance of staying hydrated, and like to make sure that trickles down to all my slaves. No on your feet.” She tugged at the chains that were still attached. “Mistress Horn,” she called out. “Come take this one to the room we’ve prepared. We’re ready for his first procedure.”
As the other Mistress entered the cell that had been home for the past few days, she whispered in Mistress April’s ear. A bit of shock and then a huge smile filled her face. “Slave, hiding a key to your wall safe among your kinky toys probably kept the vanillas at bay, right,” as the words came out of her mouth, his face lost some color. “Oh slave, don’t worry, thirty-six thousand in US dollars is something that makes me very happy. It also takes away one of the biggest pain points of moving a new slave from here back to my home – having to board a commercial airline. We’ll be flying private.” The rest of the color drained from his face. Taking a slave back to her home? He was confused. “Mistress,” he continued without stopping. “What do you mean…” She came over and slapped him hard across the face, and as he recovered, she slapped him again from the other direction. “You ask for permission to speak,” she screamed at him in an angry voice. “That is just basic fucking courtesy when you are in my presence. Now shut the fuck up, and don’t let it happen again!” She stormed from the room without saying a word to anyone. Mistress Horn came over and took hold of his chain and led him to the door. “You we’re doing pretty well boy,” she said in a way that he knew a ‘but’ was coming. “But then you went ahead and pissed her off right before this – that will not help you out.” With that she tugged on his chain and led him away.
As they walked through the prison, he saw that there were actually other prisoners. Some who looked to be in very similar circumstances to him. “You’ll notice all of the slaves that have paid to be here – seven this week,” she said proudly as they walked. “Only one signed the full ownership contract, no questions asked – you slave.” He paused a second and was jerked forward by Mistress’s grip. She reached for the door handle. He read the sign by the door that said Krankenstation – he had no idea what that translated to in English, but it didn’t sound great. She opened the door and pulled back a sheet of heavy plastic that had been hung from the ceiling. The room looked as though it was decorated by Dexter Morgan. In the middle, there was a gynecological exam table, two rolling chairs and a stainless table with tools laid out on top of it. “Please prepare him Mistress,” he heard a familiar voice over what sounded like a PA system. She took him over to the table and led him onto it. She removed his cuffs, and shackles laying them in a pile next to the table. She then locked his ankles in the stirrups and his wrists to the table with some medical grade straps that had been ominously attached. This room was not thrown together, it was very well thought out. Mistress Horn walked away. The plastic sheets parted and Mistress April walked through.
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