Clean and empty

“Okay now, stop dawdling. There is a lot to do today. Get your butt out of bed.” Mark’s tone was playful, but the slap he placed on her butt meant business. She scrambled to get up and present herself.

She kneeled as he had taught her, legs wide, hands open and facing up on her thighs, mouth open, head down. Waiting for him to get out of bed.

Mark pulled her leash and she followed him on hands and knees into the bathroom. She knew what to do, this was a well orchestrated routine by now. She positioned herself in the center of the white floor. There was a small drain hole in the floor. She squatted over it and looked up at him. The tension of holding the position making her thighs shake.

“Good girl. Hold it in. You have a full bladder little girl?” Nikki nodded. Mark leaned over, put one hand on the small of her back to steady her, and pressed the other hand into her lower abdomen. Starting with gentle pressure. Looking her in the eyes and gradually increasing the pressure. The urgency to pee was building. She looked him in the eyes, steadily. She clamped her pelvic floor muscles and held the pee. “That’s right. Keep holding. You want to release, girl?”

“Yes, Sir, please sir.” She was starting to sweat. She could feel the beads of perspiration forming under her arms. Threatening to roll down her side.

“I want you to beg, prettily as I’ve taught you, but beg.” Mark’s voice was firm. He pressed his fingers a little deeper into her, rolling from the outside edge of his hand to the inside and back, a kind of massage of her internal organs through her abdominal cavity. But really more of a massage of her full bladder. She felt like she was going to burst. “Who controls you, slave? Who do you need to ask for even these most simple of bodily functions?”

“Oh, Mark, Sir, you control me. Please let me pee, Sir. Ohhh, please. I beg of you, have mercy on me, let me pee! I don’t want to displease you, I don’t want to lose control, but I can’t hang on for much longer!” The sweat was forming on her scalp now, running down behind her neck. She centered herself on the pain, her thighs screaming now as she held herself in position and clamped down her pelvic muscles.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now, Nikki. Look at yourself!” The room was covered in floor to ceiling mirrors. So it was easy enough for her to see. She glanced over. Her eyes were wild. Skin glistening. Mouth open, gasping for air. Hair fanning out around her, total bed head. Her breasts were shaking with the effort of keeping herself still and not peeing. She had to admit. She had never looked better, never more appealing, never more of what she was, a desperate slave, just wanting to please.

“Oh, Sir! Please?” Her voice cracked.

Mark removed his hands from her belly and her back and he reached up and took both nipples with a pincer grip. Squeezed down hard. With the release of pressure from her bladder and the distracting pain now in her nipples, the urgency for urination backed off a bit. “Are you sure you need to pee, little girl?” Now Mark’s right hand was finding its way to her crotch. He was squeezing her clit. Between the nipples and now her clit, Nikki could feel the arousal building back again, and the need to urinate easing off even more.

Mark stroked her pussy. She could feel her clit swell under his attentive fingers. He leaned down and sucked on her left nipple, one hand on her right nipple and the other in her crotch. Nikki moaned, realizing what he was doing. He was going to take her right to the edge, and then command her to pee. But she couldn’t help herself, even knowing that, she was along for the ride. She spread her legs even wider and thrust her hips into his hand, feeling her wetness surge. His mouth traveled back up to hers, depositing little kisses along the way. She moaned into his mouth.

And sure enough. Now that he felt her arousal, he backed off. Took both hands off her. Stopped kissing her. Stood. Looked down at her. She was dazed. “Look at me slave!” She looked up. “Now pee!”

Of course, Nikki couldn’t. The arousal, her swollen clit – they had blocked the urethra and the pee wouldn’t descend. “Come on girl! Are you disobeying me?” Mark’s voice was ominous. Nikki pushed. Breathed into it. Pushed again. Concentrated. Mark could see her intense focus as she tried to will the pee to come. “You need some help girl?”

“Yes, Sir. I can’t seem to do it, Sir. I’m so sorry.” Nikki was genuinely contrite. Mark put his hands back on her lower back and abdomen, and pressed once more. Of course, this just increased the pressure without making it possible to pee. But a moment later the discomfort of the pressure let the arousal back off a bit and made it possible. “Oh please! May I pee now?” Nikki tried to be as correct as possible even in her discomfort.

“How do you ask???” Mark was practically roaring.

“Ohh, sorry, Sir. Oh please, Sir! May I pee now, Sir?” Nikki addressed her trainer more formally.

“Yes. Give me your pee, girl.”

Nikki released. The relief washed over her as the hot liquid poured from her. It seemed to go on forever and ever, the hot liquid rushing out from her. Feeling her trainer’s eyes on her. There was nothing that was private. Nothing he couldn’t see, didn’t own. She was a slave. He owned this, along with everything else.

“Good girl.” Mark was matter of fact. “You ready to take mine?”

This was part of the routine. She was used to it now. But there was still something so shocking. So incredibly base about it, it was hard to describe. She felt so depraved.

“Yes Sir. Please give me your pee.”

And Mark’s cock was in his hand. Nikki maintained her position, squatting, legs open. She looked up at him, deliberately opened her mouth. And held the position.

“Good girl. I like to see you ready like this. Eager for my waste, the elimination of my body. Ready to bathe in your submission.”

He finished talking and started to pee. She felt the first splash hit her on the chest, running down, over her breast, across her stomach, her hip, dripping down her leg. Shockingly hot. Almost scalding. And the smell! Oof. Strong morning pee smell. Acrid, pungent, bitter; like something that was turned or spoiled. Her stomach heaved. Just as she felt her stomach move, she felt the stream turning upward, now he was peeing on her head, the pee running down, across her eyes, over her nose, into her mouth! She swallowed, knowing it would please him.

“Ohhh, so nice to see you swallow.” Sure enough Mark acknowledged her efforts. “Such a good slave. So submissive.”

And Nikki did feel submissive. Incredibly submissive. I mean, six weeks before she would never have dreamed of letting somebody piss on her! You would have to be kidding. No way! And to voluntarily open her mouth to it. Crazy. But here she was. The feeling of warmth suffusing her. Feeling the hot pee enter her soul; a mark of her willingness, her eagerness, to give herself over. She truly was a sex slave.

She felt the pee tightening as it started to dry on her skin. He had showered her evenly, covering most of her, and the uric acid created a strange sensation as it evaporated. She comforted herself thinking it was an ingredient in expensive beauty creams, a natural moisturizer. But the smell was intensifying. She looked up at him. Her brow furrowed, stomach still roiling, a chill entering her as the hot pee evaporated in the morning air.

“Ahhh, your discomfort is becoming. You look so beautiful. You have no idea.” It was almost as though Mark was murmuring to himself.

“But we need to get a move on. Stand up, girl.” He was back to commanding mode. “Go get me the hose.”

He was matter of fact. They had done this so many times, the novelty had worn off. But it still made her body react. She willed herself to focus as she fetched the long hose, with a screw-on coupling at one end and a thin nozzle at the other.

“Go on, attach it to the faucet.” His voice was insistent, and it helped her focus, get her mind out of her arousal. She attached the hose to a faucet extending from the wall, the way a water source will extend from the outside of a house for a garden hose. The hose was hanging down from it, in a way that seemed almost menacing. “Come on girl! You know what’s next. On your knees, and spread those cheeks for me. You want me to stick it in or you want me to make you do it yourself. I want to hear your voice. Answer me.”

“Oh, Sir!” Her voice was shaky. This routine still did a number on her. “I prefer for you to do it for me, Sir, please.”

“I know you do, hun. You want me to fuck you with it don’t you.” His voice was almost coaxing. But he had taken the nozzle in one hand and he was looking down at her bent over form. On her knees, but her chest almost touching the floor, her head resting on her folded arms. Her ass up in the air. He bent over, looking straight up into her asshole. His access to her complete, his view unobstructed.

She could feel him leaning over her, heard him pull up a wad of saliva and then felt the spit hit her anus. He had just spit on her and she was grateful. Incredible. To think back 6-8 weeks… what she would have done, how she would have reacted. Probably shocked first, then indignant, then self-righteously angry. But now she was just grateful for the extra lubrication and open waiting for him to penetrate her in this most intimate of places. She felt the nozzle touch.

“Tell me you want it, girl. I want to hear you. Tell me!” Mark’s voice was low, pressing.

“I want it, Sir. Please put it in me.” Her voice was surprisingly steady. Maybe she was getting used to this. But the feeling – she could feel another surge of arousal in her cunt as the pressure built on her anus.

She felt the nozzle slide in. It kept going deeper. Her eyes fluttered, rolled back, as the sensation of fullness built. She blinked. Focused on staying relaxed. Holding herself steady against the onslaught of the penetration. She felt the wide part of the nozzle come to rest against her anus, fitting in between her cheeks. But she knew Mark wouldn’t leave it at that.

Sure enough, she could feel him withdrawing slightly, and then pushing back in. Her hips rocked from the fucking motion, as he pulled half way out again. Then he was pushing it in and out. Her breath was coming hard, she was making little grunting noises with each breath, the thrusts pushing her breath out in a loud exhale.

“I know you’re liking this, girl, but that’s not what it is about. Let’s get you clean.” Mark pushed the nozzle all the way in and let her cheeks close around it, holding it in place. She heard him move to the wall and heard him turning the faucet on. She could hear the water starting to move through the hose. And then it started to fill her.

Ohhh, it was warm. The water was probably only body temperature 98.6 degrees F. But it felt positively HOT flowing into her. She could feel it moving up into her, flowing, a little pressure behind it. It was almost as though she could feel the way her bowels snaked up around in her. She felt so full and so warm. Could feel the sweat break out, under her arms, behind her neck. And could feel her belly, slightly distended, as the water filled her.

More than any of that she could feel her arousal building. Mysterious how the two were connected, but the feeling of having her bowels full of hot liquid was making her cunt flow with its own juices. She was sure that Mark knew. She could hear him turning the water off, saying “that’s enough.” Sliding the nozzle back out of her anus. She felt the muscles of her sphincter tighten, feeling the absence of invasion almost as acutely as they had felt the initial penetration. But soon the feelings building in her bowels over came any residual feeling in her anus.

She was still on her hands and knees, face on her folded arms. Her belly hanging down, filled with hot liquid. Now the need to evacuate was building. She could feel the urgency starting. She wanted to push. The cramps were real, but so was the arousal. Then she felt Marks hand, probing between her legs. Touching her moisture. Feeling for her swollen clit. And his fingers were on it, slipping over it, using her own liquid wetness to make it slick, to make his fingers glide frictionless. She was making little strangled noises now. The pain increasing, as the arousal built too.

“Ok, hun, that’s four minutes. I want you to hold the water for another three. It’s going to get a little intense.” It was already intense. She was rocking back and forth on the hard floor, moving her hips to push back into his hand. The sweat beading and running down her sides. She was crying out now, with each movement.

“Unnhhh, unhhhh, unnhhhh….” She could hear her own cries ringing out in the tiled room, but she was beyond caring what she sounded like. Her entire being was focused on her belly and her crotch. The arousal was building as the cramps intensified. The feeling so intense, it was like the pain from her bowels was just making the feelings in her clit stronger. “Unnnhh, unnhhh…” Her voice was getting higher and more intense. She didn’t want him to stop, yet she knew he would at 7 minutes precisely, whether she came or not. It was a race against the clock. She couldn’t hold back, she needed to MOVE.

Nikki increased the pace of her thrusts back on to his hand, and reached down and touched her own right nipple, squeezing, pulling, twisting.

“Get your hand off there! Did I tell you that you could do that?” Mark was trying to get her to stop. But at this point she was beyond. She just needed to get over the edge. And she did, her voice crying out, LOUD, her cunt spasming, her whole body shaking. She felt the orgasm like an explosion of light in her head, the feeling intensifying until it exploded, like fireworks shooting off. And the pain in her bowels still there, still intense. Her anus holding tight, keeping all the water inside. But the warmth radiating out from her cunt outward – feeling like it was traveling out the top of her head. All the tension leaving her body. The rest of her body relaxing while her anus knew it needed to keep doing its job. She was shaking and sweating.

“Bad girl.” Mark swatted her butt. But she could tell he wasn’t too upset. He liked giving her intense orgasms, and he liked connecting them to other sensations, sensations in different parts of her body. “You’ll pay for that nipple touch later. But now it’s time to get this water out of you.”

Mark helped her up, and helped her back to the center of the room. Positioned her so her ass was almost touching the hole in the ground as she squatted low. “Go ahead,” Mark urged her. “Let it go. Release it.”

He was looking her in the eye. She closed her eyes. “Open them, girl.” Mark’s tone was sharp. Her eyes snapped open. “I want to look in your eyes. I want you to see me, Mark, looking at you Nikki, as you empty your bowels. You have no privacy. You have nothing that is yours. You belong to ME.”

Nikki knew it was true. She was his. He could look deep into her soul as she performed this most intimate of acts. She could hold nothing back. She pushed. Felt the water and the shit moving through her, felt her anus open as her colon pushed it out. Felt his eyes on her as the smell hit her, the sounds of the accompanying gas. Ohhh…. So unladylike, so humiliating.

“You know I like to see it, girl. I like all of it.”

She knew he did.

“Go on, keep pushing. You’ve got more in there.” It was like he was talking to an infant or an animal. She felt totally objectified. Surprisingly, she loved it. She relaxed into it. Pushed. Emptied herself. Smelled the smells, heard the noises, knew it was her. And that he accepted it, owned it.

“Good girl. Good job. I’m proud of you.” He patted her head. “Ok, lets get you all clean… come over to the shower and I’ll tell you how to scrub.”

He moved her over to where the shower head stuck out of the wall. Handed her a soapy cloth. “Start at the top. Don’t bother with the hair, I’m taking you to get it done. Just wash your face, behind your ears, your neck. I’m watching.”

He talked her through the whole thing, with particular attention to her pussy and her ass. Cleaning off all the enema fluid that had dripped down her leg. He dried her carefully with a fluffy towel. Taking her into his arms. Taking her mouth with his. Such intimacy, such care.

“Okay, Nikki, we’ve got to get out of here.” Mark was businesslike again.