Day 1: The Beginning

"Listen, the reason I was willing to buy your sorry pathetic ass
in the auction is that I don't care what the men I abuse look like. This
should be obvious, since you're probably the ugliest worm I've ever seen,
hahahahaha. I don't like men, I really enjoy torturing and humiliating
them. It's the only thing they're good for. I like making a man serve me,
but I love making a man suffer and degrade himself even better. So here's
how it's going to be, asshole. You're going to do everything I say,
immediately! Some things will petrify you. They will make you sick. That's
the point, I enjoy the look on my slave's face when doing something they
couldn't imagine doing. Since you're on this trip, you know better than to
expect sex or to see my pussy or for me to jerk you off. Your reward for
doing what I tell you will be: NOTHING. You're privileged just to be
around me. That is your ONLY reward. Wait. There is another reason for you
to obey. You will suffer unimaginable punishments for not obeying. I think
you're disgusting. I will treat you worse than I would treat a bug. I will
regard you the way I would someone else's shit. During this weekend, the
other Mistresses plan on eating most meals with the slaves, spending
recreation time together, water skiing and playing sports. No slave of
mine will ever be allowed to consider himself an equal. You will not sit
next to me at the dinner table. You will not rub suntan lotion on my back.
You will not spend time with me in any other capacity than as a disgusting
worm. We'll find something else for you to do during these times, or I'll
find some amusing way for you to participate. There will be slave
competitions. Most of the Mistresses will let the slaves volunteer for
these. You will participate and win all of them. You will be inspired by
my beautiful presence, and that had better be enough. Sometimes, you'll
see me smile while you amuse me; I may pat your head like a pet. But, if
you let me down, I'll be very angry. Trust me. You don't want that. You'll
see what I do to you when I'm happy and you'll see that you don't want to
let me down. I saw that you didn't like your drink that I gave you. Get
used to it. If it comes out of me, it goes into your mouth. Deal with it,
turdface. I'll start saving my urine for you in pitchers since I don't
want to keep blindfolding you." Then she leaned over and backhanded
me across the face, then slapped me forehand. Then she laughed. "I
really enjoy slapping your face. I hope you enjoy it too." Then she
started making noises with her mouth and told me to open up. When I did
she let a nasty loogie drip out of her mouth into mine. She laughed again.
"Now, that's the only other drink you'll get this weekend. But that
will only be given when you earn it as a reward. Now, lets go back out and
join the others. I'm going to hurt you in front of everyone to get you in
the right mood."

When I crawled on my already sore knees back to the pool area where
everyone else was gathered, I saw how different my weekend was going to be
from everyone else's. The Mistresses were sitting in lounge chairs or
swinging their feet in the pool while the slaves were either kissing and
licking their Mistresses lovely peds. Others were giving them neck and
shoulder massages. The Mistresses with two slaves got both. The slaves and
Mistresses were discussing their like and dislikes and having normal
conversations. I was kneeling on scraped up knees, with a bloody lip and
with urine and spit taste lingering in my mouth. My Mistress happily told
everyone that she and her toilet were back, which was met with guffaws of
laughter. When one Mistress asked about my lip, she matter of factly
answered that I started out as a bad toilet and that she planned on
slapping me a thousand more times whether I bled or not. Then she slapped
me again for good measure.

"I see that you all are getting to know your slaves. We had a
little chat, but I'm going to get to know him better also." She then
sat down in a chair and had me lie on my back in front of her. She picked
up my legs so they straddled the chair. She then said, "Dickwad, glad
to meet you." She slammed the heel of her boot into my balls. The
pain was excruciating. I would have crumbled into a ball but my legs were
stuck to the outsides of the chair. So I remained vulnerable. Seconds
later, she did it again. She then followed almost immediately with a stomp
to my cock with her heavy boots. She did this two more times, the last one
got my balls also. The Mistresses all around us happily looked on. They
probably figured that I would use my safeword if it was too much. They
didn't know I didn't have one.

My Mistress sort of gave me a break for a couple of minutes. She told
me to lick the bottoms of her boots. These had a lot of dirt on them from
our walk in the grass. While she did this, she ground it against my mouth
and face. The other foot pushed on my injured cock and balls. She was
mostly just resting her boot and tapping it, but it still hurt. After I
had cleaned both boots she had me remove them. She told me to stick both
socks in my mouth and suck the sweat out of them. They were smelly and
sweaty. I have to mention here that I'm not a foot or shoe fetishist. This
was not a great reward to me for suffering Her abuse. It was humiliation
for suffering abuse. My Mistress got up and got a beer and her cigarettes
while I got what she called my sock treat. When she got back, she laid the
socks over my nose so I could continue to enjoy them. She put her now
dirty, smelly, sweaty right foot in my mouth and told me to clean it.
There were pieces of gravel and dirt and a coating of sweat and lint from
the sock on her foot. I would have gagged, but, believe it or not, her
foot shoved in my mouth prevented it. With her left foot she started
pushing my cock and balls into the cement, grinding then in. She smiled
and laughed the whole time. Right before she switched feet she gave me a
series of about 10 barefoot kicks to my balls. They were solid and hurt. I
lost count after three. I started whimpering and crying, which caused her
to laugh even harder. Before she put her other foot in my mouth, She
leaned over and slapped me twice and said, "Open". When I did,
She dropped a big ash in my mouth. It was still burning. It burned my
tongue. I gagged a little, which got me two more slaps and a
"Swallow, ashtray!" command. I could only think of how bad her
feet tasted.

My mouth was coated with this rough horrible taste. After the initial
rush of saliva in my mouth to the burned area, my mouth became completely
dry. She shoved her other foot in my mouth. This was worse than before,
because I had no saliva to swallow the dirt and gravel. It seemed that my
mouth was just filled with disgusting little particles of vile things,
which I couldn't even swallow. Mistress saw me struggling and took her
foot out. She leaned over again. Then she slapped me twice again and said,
"Open!" I did this time, expecting the worst, i.e. another ash,
but I was wrong. She dropped all of her lit cigarette into my mouth and
immediately slapped me twice really hard and said, "Swallow!" My
mouth was so dry that again my tongue was burned. There was no way I could
swallow and was about to gag. I had no saliva and it was too big. She
slapped me real hard and said, "I don't care how you do it. Chew it
if you have to. But, you will swallow it." She then put her hand over
my mouth, which stopped my next instinct, which was to spit it out. She
then started slapping me with her free hand. She said, "I'll probably
stop when the cigarette is all gone." So I chewed and swallowed. It
was horrible. I did it as quickly as I could but still got about thirty
five slaps. I became dizzy. She smiled at me when I was done and lightly
pet my face and stroked my hair. She was saying, "Good boy. You're
doing well. You deserve a reward."

I was mesmerized. There's something about her smile, and her beauty.
Even after all of the cruelty, the moment of niceness meant the world to
me. I would have done anything for her. She said, "Ready for your
reward?' I shook my head up and down. She said, "Good boy, don't
talk. You're being obedient. Open up." She then spit in my mouth. She
laughed, saying, "That is your reward. Do you want another?" My
mouth was so dry that the spit felt great. I nodded yes. She spit two more
times. She took a swig of her beer and spit that in my mouth. My mouth now
felt almost normal. My tongue felt funny from the cigarette burns, but it
was okay. She said "I'm not done with these yet", which was
followed by another kick to my balls. Now leave me alone for a few
minutes, I'll snap my fingers when I want you. Ayou better come,
immediately..."

I wandered over to a couple of my fellow slaves whose Mistresses had
gone inside. They were excited about the weekend. After having watched,
they told me I was lucky. I was shocked. What had they been watching? They
said your Mistress already started playing with you and that she's willing
to do anything. Now before I went off on them and called them idiots, I
thought for a minute. "On paper", I was living the ultimate
fantasy. I had watched videos and read stories with all of the things that
had been done to me. I had always been excited by them. I guess it was
partly that fantasy is different from reality. But it was partly the
delivery. I would have eventually consented to ashtray service, ball
kicking and golden showers if my Mistress had cajoled me and sweet-talked
me. But she just demanded and expected it. As soon as she was nice for a
second, I was willing to beg for her spit. I decided at that moment that I
would do my best to enjoy the weekend, even though I was being pushed well
beyond my limits. After all, it was the fantasy of everyone there to be
abused by a cruel, unrelenting Mistress.

Right after I came to this conclusion, I heard a finger snapping. I
immediately crawled over to my Mistress. She smiled when she saw me
scurrying on my beat up knees. She patted my head when I got to her.

"Get up. Here's what we're going to do. I want you to stand on the
ledge of the pool with your legs spread, facing me. I am going to kick you
say five, No, six times. If you can stay in position, I'll let you do a
chore for me, and then continue to allow you to remain in my presence. Now
that's more of a reward than you deserve. But I may throw in another if
you impress me in front of everyone. If you fall in the pool, you'll be
punished. Now, I want you to understand that I have been playing until now
and that punishment is much worse. For the rest of the weekend, you'll
thank me every time I do something to you and you will beg for more. Let's
begin.

I stood on the edge of the pool with my heels hanging over the water
and my legs spread. A medium strength push would have landed me in the
water. She did a full swing kick and her toes ended up on my butt and the
top of her foot hit me square in the nads. My knees buckled a little, but
I guess my tolerance was increasing. She barely gave me a second before
giving me a second kick. This time her toes hit me in the balls. I lost my
breath, which went out in a grunt. She walked up to me and backhanded me.

I would have fallen into the pool but she grabbed my ears and held me
back. She told me to thank her for the kicks and beg for more. I just
responded as if I was hypnotized. "Thank you Mistress. May I please
have more kicks to my balls?" She responded with, "Sure, shit
slave. If you insist." She continued to kick and amazingly I didn't
fall in.

I don't get it. This was my first real experience with ball kicking and
I was handling it. I hurt and was sore and cramped but I had my knees bent
and secure. When she reached six, she told me she was proud of me. She
said that seven was her lucky number. She asked if I would take another
for her. I said, "Yes, please. Give me another, Mistress." She
reared back and kicked me super-hard. I almost blacked out. I fell into
the pool.

I was underwater, hunched over in pain. I didn't know where I was. A
hand reached down and grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the water. The
pain from the hair pull brought me back to my senses. It didn't relieve
the pain in my groin. My Mistress was laughing hysterically. When I was
lucid she said, "I guess I'll punish you, but I was proud of your
effort. I'll take it easy on you." She had me put my legs on the pool
ledge and my head and back in the water. She put her foot on my face and
dunked me in the water. She would hold me under water for about twenty
five second spurts before giving me a breath. She then grabbed my
extremely sore nards and squeezed and twisted them. I would scream and
then be dunked, getting water in my mouth. She did this for about ten
minutes. I was relieved when she stopped.

She allowed me to walk with her into the mansion. I was told to unpack
all of her belongings into the cabinets and the big closet, and to make
sure I did it neater then I ever have. She brought my bags to the smaller
closet and dumped out all of the contents. She even dumped my toiletries
on top of my clothes. She told me that this was my room. She was going to
lie down before dinner. I was about to leave the room and hang out with
the others, when she told me to stay in my room in case she needs me.
Besides, she said I could use the rest. She told me to get in my closet
and sit on my stuff. I sat on my clothes,toothbrush, and everything else.
My knees were pushed against my chest since the closet was so small. She
closed the door. I was in the dark.

About forty five minutes later, the door opened. My Mistress's hand
reached in and handed me a glass. She said drink it quickly. I chugged
another glass of piss. She grabbed the glass and ran back into the
bathroom. She returned with another glass. "Okay, you can sip this
one, but make sure that you finish it all." I looked in and noticed
that the glass was half full of urine and that a piece of toilet paper was
shoved in as well. She must have decided to make me a full service toilet
and that I was to eat the paper also. She closed the door again and I sat
in the dark and chewed her used toilet paper and sipped her piss. Shortly
after she let me out. She looked incredible. I thought I would get to
freshen up for dinner, but I was wrong.