ragtag

freshly lipsticked and shamed from my little encounter with the gate guard i came back and set to my next task; cleaning my filthy retched apartment....naked and with all the windows open. i started with the dishes since i hate doing them the most. i put my jukebox on and scrubbed....wincing as the hot water occasionally splashed onto my bare skin. i let myself sway a little as the plates and glasses dripped dry and wiped my sudsy hands off onto my ass. next, i tackled my overly burdened computer desk and bookcase. i was keenly aware that i was probably giving my neighbors plenty of nice ass and cock shots as i sorted and put away books, cds, and art supplies. and then almost as if on cue the pool boy showed up as i moved to the living room...incidentally the room with the biggest window (which happens to face the pool...a mere 10 feet away). i felt even more vulnerable with a hardon as i dusted and straightened....picked up all my clothes...my panties...my shirts...and other items. my bedroom eventually proved to be the easiest to clean since i rarely spend any time in there...i simply made my bed and sorted my closet. i couldn't help but feel a little bit like a recently de-frocked french maid as i logged onto the computer to give my mistress a quick update on my progress. she informed me that the bathroom was special and that i should go buy an extra toothbrush so that i could scrub the entire bathroom on my hands and knees. it didn't help that i had to go back to the same osco drug where i had just bought and worn my lipstick... but back i went trying to look at the people on the street with a straight face. a darling little 20ish thing helped me with my purchases and uttering a quick thank you i returned to face the horrors of my bathroom. after filling a bowl full of piping hot soapy water i crawled into the bathroom and spent the next hour detailing the stained linoleum floor. when i finally stood up my knees cried out in agony...the toilet came next and the shower until i had all of the utilities gleaming. i doubt my bathroom has been cleaner. it didn't help to picture my mistress behind my prostrate form, her special ordered butt-plug up my ass as i scrubbed every milimeter of the bathroom.

at this point my entire body was aching. i had barely slept the night before and i was catching a cold so my joints were already hurting....i looked at my knees and saw that they had turned a nice raw red color.

i updated nicole on my accomplishment and recieved a grocery list so that i could make myself some dinner while i updated these humiliating journals. she was sure to include olives on my list, an item that i abhor so much i will vomit if forced to eat on. normally i'd order wings in but she wants my body in top form so it was veggies, fruits, and ground turkey. surprisingly i didn't fuck it all up and had a nice meal (i don't think i've enjoyed food that much EVER). it's really amazing what a hard days work will do. i totally respect housewives. how do they DO it?

a little while later my mistress signed on and checked my progress. i showed her my lipstick (which she thought wasn't slutty enough but let it pass ....for now), told her that i had a very full bladder since i had consumed about 10 glasses of water, and also that i had not touched myself sexually one time that day. needless to say. i was dying. i have never been so horny, tired, sore, and adrenaline-filled at the same time. plus my bladder was REALLY bursting.

she seemed to get off on this. was my bladder "really" bursting? i was told to hold it. a difficult task for me...i have a very small bladder. again i was reminded that i was a disobedient little slut and that i talk back way too much and that she had doubts that i really wanted to please her. as a small test she told me to eat an olive on cam. i grimaced but complied and shoved it in...chewing became a mechanical process while my mind scrambled for images to replace the words, "rancid...vomit....vinegar" but i kept chewing until i actually did throw up and swallowed it back down. at that point she relented and let me spit it out. she also let me wash the taste out with gatorade....but that only put more pressure on my poor lil bladder. at this time my entire groin felt like an elephant was bearing down on the family jewels. 24 hours and i STILL had blue balls...something i haven't had since i was a young lad. yet i was to be regressed even further as i was to find out.

mistress nicole seemed to be pleased with my obedience concerning the olive so i dared to ask permission to releive myself. she laughed and asked if i had bought my special item along with the food. the special item being a 30 pair pack of adult diapers. i told her that i had. she laughed with delight and told me that she should make me drink my piss for being such a little shit to her. at this point the desperate sensations in my lower regions overrided all previous bounderies. i told her that i would happily piss into the gatorade jug and then drink it for her. she didn't believe me so i had to pan my webcam down and thrust my throbbing cock into the neck of the gatorade container and let go. the first release was heaven....all i could think about was the sweet emptying sense that poured out of my dick. at one point i slipped and accidentally pissed all over the monitor and keyboard. then after i had licked up those spilt drops i tipped the jug back and swigged it for about 45 seconds. the taste was stale ..kinda like sour mt dew. the interesting thing about piss is that the aftertaste stays in your throat for the next 24 hours.

nicole was happy with this humiliation and could tell that i kind of got off on it too though i did not admit to it. but she still wanted me to experience pain...break me into a little bitch. she said she wanted me to feel pain because i dislike almost as much as she dislikes being treated with disregard. all day long i had been having nightmares of needles and clamps but it seemed that she had another pain in mind. it surprised me really ...how quickly my bladder filled again.

then the phone rang and i had to retell my entire day as i crossed and recrossed my legs.....trying desperately not to piss myself. mommie had not given her permission so i was forced to sit there and talk about how i had spent 20 minutes trying to decide which olives would please her while all i could really think about was how my dick was going to explode. she told me that i should lose the battle...that i should experience the helplessness of a baby girl. a few minutes later i felt tears moisten my cheeks as i whined and cried like a little bitch. it's amazing how such a small denial of bodily funtions can reduce a cocky 23 year old man into a crying sissy bitch begging to let loose in his deedee. then as i sat sobbing into my cell phone my bladder hit the override button and i flooded my diaper instantly.....my sobs getting louder as i shamefully felt the piss run rivulets down my legs...into the seat cushion and then down in rainspurts to the carpet. i felt completely helpless, vulnerable, and dirty. she impressed upon me that whenever i felt like i had the upper hand that i should remember this moment.....spent completely...hard and wet in a little sissy diaper. my rebeliousness had evaporated leaving me a weak and needy little baby. i cried. i reached out to her through my phone and her acceptance is something i think i'll always be grateful for. for giving me the chance to really lose control and discover a new part of myself.
as the night went on...i pissed myself several more times. of course i had to fuck myself up the ass for the camera with my 6" long pink dildo. i love it though, it's nice and squishy. i imagine that it's my mommie behind me...thrusting into me as i bend over my barstool.
at the end of what was probably the longest day of my life, i got her off as her phone-sex slave....sculpting stories for her pleasure...incorporating old fantasies pulled from my recently revealed sexual history.
as she came my phone clicked off and i was finally allowed to be treated like another human being. i felt honored, and intimate in a way that has eluded me in other relationships. wow. double fucking wow.
so...this is what being owned feels like.