The pleasure from humiliating a sexual object is more important than the sex itself.

Just yesterday, I decided to become my Master's thing. I must obey him in everything. And in the morning, he will come. I couldn't sleep all night. My hand kept finding my clit and teasing it. The Master's words were stuck in my head.

 — Remember well, you are a thing, a bitch for pleasure, who can only thank and follow orders.

From his intonation, shivers ran through me, and a coldness echoed in my mind. I am waiting for tomorrow..

Morning came, less than an hour remained until the meeting. I prepared everything that was ordered, namely, I laid out the entire small collection of accessories and artificial cocks on the table. I took a shower and gave myself an enema, as the Master commanded.

I put on stockings, sandals, a collar with a small chain. That's all that should be on me.

The doorbell rang. I open the door, he enters. This was our second meeting; the first was just in a cafe, I couldn't remember him well. It turned out that in heels, I am taller than him. His gaze was commanding, there was no cruelty in it, rather a firmness of intention. I was still looking at him when I felt him pulling on the chain, forcing me to get down on my knees. A fraction of a second and I was on my knees.

 — I don't care how you move, but you must not be taller than me, do you understand, you stupid bitch?

Having said this from the threshold, he walked into the kitchen. I had no choice but to crawl after him.

 — Let's have breakfast first, I brought something, — he put a bag on the table. — Unpack it and make me coffee, I'll tell you what to do, — he commanded.

I stood bewildered; on my knees, it was inconvenient to reach for the stove, and I couldn't reach the bag either.

 — I'll step out now, and you stand up, spread your legs wider than shoulder-width, and squat down, you'll be shorter, you'll be able to move. And I'll see how you look with your legs spread, — having said this, he left.

I did as he ordered, the sight was funny, but I managed to brew coffee, pour it into cups. The chain, when moving, hit my thighs, jingled, reminding me of the novelty of everything happening. I put a cup of coffee on the table, the Master entered. He sat on a chair, I had to squat even lower so as not to be taller than him again, it became uncomfortable, my legs were going numb.

 — Come to me, — he ordered.

I obediently approached. The Master took the chain that hung from the collar and dangled between my thighs, lightly slapped my nipples with it.

 — Turn around, bend over, and spread your buttocks, — he commanded.

I did as he ordered. The Master pulled the chain so that it passed between my lips, stretched it to my buttocks, and unceremoniously inserted its end into my anus.

 — On all fours!

He commanded and walked to the table where the bag he brought stood. He took out a bag of milk, a bowl for feeding animals, a large enema with a thick tip, and a small anal plug.

 — To the bathroom. — A new order followed. — Now we'll check how my bitch washed her ass. Take off your stockings, get into the bathtub, get on all fours.

I obediently did everything. Shame roared in my ears, but I was very aroused by the unknown. And by my helplessness. The Master pulled on the chain; it gave way with difficulty. He now fastened its end to the faucet. I stood and waited for what would happen; from the sounds I heard, I understood he was filling the bulb with milk.

 — I see you're ready, you've stuck out your ass.

I stood silently.

 — Why are you silent, bitch. Say, I am ready to do everything you order, Master.

 — I am ready to do everything you order, Master. — I said, not

recognizing my own voice.

HE approached from behind, slapped my buttocks, then repeated it again, saying:

 — What an ass, let's see what it's capable of.

HE placed the tip against my anus and unceremoniously inserted it. It was the size of a thumb, and without lube, it didn't go in immediately; it was a bit painful, but when the cold liquid poured into me, the pain became unnoticeable. HE sharply pulled out the bulb, filled it again, and sharply inserted it. He repeated it once more. After which he plugged my butt with the anal plug. I couldn't understand my sensations; I definitely felt a cold eeriness and at the same time there was a state of slight burning; I felt a slight intoxication; the liquid inside me was overflowing and begging to come out.

 — There's a bit of cognac in the milk. Relax. Let it absorb into your blood. And so you're not bored, show me how you suck.

With these words, he placed an artificial cock in front of me.

 — Suck, bitch!!!

I was on all fours in the bathtub. And I couldn't see him, but I heard him unzipping his pants. I started licking the head of the cock offered to me. I really wanted to free myself from the liquid inside me; I could hardly hold back, but the plug wouldn't let the liquid out. The alcohol clouded my head. I started sucking the cock, imagining it was the master's cock; I ran my tongue all over its base, took it into my mouth with my lips, swallowed it deep into myself, all the way to my throat. Then I just ran my tongue over the head. And again, swallowing it completely.

 — I'll take out the plug, but you hold the liquid. And squat down, — he said, untying the chain.

It wasn't easy, as my whole insides resisted, and I could no longer hold the liquid. He placed the animal feeding bowl under me.

 — Fill it, but not a drop more!

I relaxed, and the milk poured into the bowl. I really had washed my butt well because it was white. I filled it and with difficulty interrupted the flow. He took the bowl from under me, touched my pubis with a masterful hand, inserted two fingers into my vagina.

 — You're all dripping, you like this... what a lustful trash. Empty yourself, wash up, put on your stockings, I forbid you two things: to piss and to masturbate. You will do that only when I order, do everything quickly — crawl, I'm waiting for you in the kitchen.

When, after washing, I crawled in, I saw that in the middle of the kitchen stood a bowl of milk and a saucer of cookies, next to it a towel was spread out. All of this resembled a place for a pet. The Master approached, took the chain in his hands, and led me to the bedding.

 — This is your place for now. — He said. — Have a snack. Dip the cookies in your wet cunt and eat them. Lie on your side, spread your legs wide so I can see. And begin.

I lay on my side, lifted my leg, took the first cookie, and brought it to my lips. Despite having washed and dried well, I was already wet again. I moistened the crackers in my vagina, opening my lips with one hand. The Master watched, sipping cognac. That's how I ate about five.

 — Wash it down!! — The Master commanded.

I got on all fours in front of the bowl, arched my back, and started wetting my tongue, trying to do it as animals do. It didn't go well, but from the drops that got into me, I understood that quite a lot of cognac had been added to the milk. I stayed like that for about five minutes. When the Master finished his cognac, he took the leash and led me back to the bathroom.

 — Have you already understood that you are an animal? — He asked. — And all animals are taken outside. So they don't shit at home.

With these words, he threw a towel from the hanger onto the floor.

 — Now you must imagine that we are in the yard, and you must piss, do your business, as dog owners say. Well, come on, start! — He led me to the towel. — Come on, do it like a male dog, and quickly, don't anger the owner!!!

I stood embarrassed. And didn't know what to do; I was terribly ashamed, I wanted to drop everything and leave and never see him again and never return to this topic. A jerk pulled me out of my thoughts. The Master pulled the chain-leash.

 — Get to it, stupid bitch. Was I not clear? Lift your leg, piss now!!!

He slapped my butt loudly. I obediently lifted my leg. Despite really needing to go to the bathroom, I couldn't gather myself.

 — I'm getting tired of waiting!!!

I concentrated, tensed up, and the first stream ran down my leg. The pressure became stronger; I stood in the middle of the bathtub, with a bent, lifted leg, and urinated on the towel. I was ready to burn with shame. I could no longer hold back either the urine or the tears that appeared from nowhere. I finished, lowered my leg.

 — Lie on your back on this pissed-on towel. — I heard a new order. — Bend your knees and spread your legs wide.

I obediently assumed the commanded position. The tears didn't stop flowing. The Master approached, stood between my legs, and started masturbating.

 — Now you've felt what a nonentity you are, you're lying there pissed on, you drank milk from your ass, I don't want to touch you, I'll just cum on this bitch. Wider legs, spread your cunt with your hands, I want to see it. It's all wet, it's shining from your juice, fucking trash, how your clit has grown. I'm going to cum now, on this lustful body. Look me in the eyes, bitch.

Tears interfered with seeing; he masturbated steadily and unhurriedly, saying what a whore I am. Here He approaches orgasm, starts moving his hand faster, even faster. The first portion of semen flew onto my chest, the next onto my face, stomach, cunt. He finished, stood for a bit, looked at me, and said:

 — Now all that's left is to piss on you.

I didn't have time to recover when the first drops fell on my open cunt, then the stream, stronger, ran over my clit, up my stomach, chest. Splashes flew into my face. I felt my hand caressing my clit, I liked it, I'm crying from shame, and I'm aroused by everything that's happening!!

 — You've earned it. I allow you to cum. But first, I'll leave you something to remember. Get on your knees.

I obediently stood up. In his hand, I saw lipstick; it was developing. It was green in color, but when it developed, it became bright red. He approached from the front, outlined and colored my nipples, then wrote something on my stomach and pubis, made me turn my back and get on all fours. Spread my buttocks, colored the circle of my anus, and wrote something on my butt.

 — Masturbate, — he ordered. — And I'll help you. This cock, I think you sucked it today, — HE asked, showing me the contraption.

An artificial cock was attached to the handle of a rolling pin. He ordered me to lie on my back and masturbate; HE held the rolling pin in his hands and fucked me with the cock attached to it like the last bitch; the cock entered me completely, sometimes causing pain; my arousal was great, I was all wet.

 — Pull up your legs, I'll pamper your butt too, — said HE.

Inserted the wet, lubricated cock into my anus; the pain was replaced by an instant orgasm; I could no longer endure it. A spasm pierced my whole body; I went quiet. When I came to, HE was already gone. The door was slammed shut. I went to the mirror; on my stomach was written "Bitch's Hole" and an arrow pointed to my cunt; the same was written on my buttocks. I cleaned up everything that could remind me of this meeting, first in the bathroom, then in the kitchen, sobbing, I got under a hot shower hoping to wash away all traces or wash away the memories, but no matter how hard I tried, traces of the lipstick remained. I got out and decided to forget everything and never... NEVER... meet again.

On the shoe rack, I found a piece of paper. It said:

 — You are a good bitch. I will make you a thing for my satisfaction. If you decide you are ready for a second meeting, call and say: 'My Master, your bitch asks YOU for a meeting.

NO NO NO I will never let anyone humiliate me like that again. I will NEVER call.

Never say never...