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 Training Tina

   I thought readers might want to take a break away from Robert for a
while and read something a little different.  So, here it is.  This is a
story about a girl that goes by Tina.  She thinks she knows what S&M is all
about.  A man named Scott abducts her and shows her how wrong she really
is.

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   (Ped, Mf, nc, ws, toys, bd, best, enem, tort)

   It also has minor aspects of MM and scat.

   By The Devil's Advocate

   8.

   Tina wasn't sure how long she slept.  She didn't even remember falling
to sleep.  All she knew was that it had been a very disturbing sleep full
of nightmares.

   The most vivid one involved her new master putting a collar and leash on
her and then making her crawl behind him as he took her for a walk down
some trashy neighborhood.  Each time they passed a person Tina would use
her eyes to beg for help.  But no one would.  Some even laughed at her. 
Most, however, looked at her with disgust like she was some kind of dog
sucking gutter trash.  These looks would make her cry and blush in shame
since she knew this to be true.

   To make matters worse, her master was ringing some kind of bell as they
walked.  The attention it got them made her want to crawl into a hole and
die.  The only time he would stop ringing it was when someone would come
out of their house with a dog and hand him some money.  Her master would
say, "Sucky time", and everyone would start gathering around to watch Tina
suck the dog off.  Everyone watching would laugh and call her nasty names
until the dog was finished cumming in her mouth.  Then the bell would start
ringing again and the embarrassing walk would continue.  Tina lost track of
how many disgusting dog dicks she sucked before she finally woke.

   She knew she had been dreaming.  However, it had felt so real that for a
moment she actually felt the incident with Jeremy had been part of the
dream also.  This feeling only lasted for about 3 seconds.  Then the
realization that her time with Jeremy had actually happened came rushing in
on her.  She tried running from it but it was way too fast and quickly
overcame her.

   As she wiped the drowsiness from her eyes Tina realized she was alone in
her room.  She was very pleased with this fact.  One of her fears was that
now that her master knew he could get her to suck dog dick that he would
expect her to do it all day every day.  Of course, there wasn't enough
evidence in yet to rule out that distinct possibility.

   One drawback to being alone in her room, however, was that it gave her
time to think.  Her heart sunk when she realized she was now thinking of
this place as "her" room.  Her master had told her this was now her home.
She was depressed that she was starting to actually think of it that way. A
small part of her mind still fantasized about her old master coming to her
rescue.  But a greater part knew she might never leave this place.  She
tried to focus on the here and now, but the thought of her dismal future
still haunted her.

   Tina froze for a second when she realized she had something around her
neck.  Her hands shot to her neck to find she had been collared!  For a
frightful second she thought the dream had actually been real.  But even
her drowsy mind knew this to be absurd and pushed the thought away easily.
Still, it had left a cold chill running down her spine.

   Tina inspected her collar with her hands.  It was made of thick and
heavy leather and was wide enough to cover almost half her neck.  It
circled her neck almost twice, which told her it wasn't designed for a
person as small as her.  Not that it was designed for people to begin with.
She didn't have to see it to know it was a dog collar.  She also didn't
have to put much thought into why her master waited until now to collar
her. She was Jeremy's bitch now and so her master dressed her as such.

   Plus, it just seemed to go along with most of the rest of the theme of
her captivity so far.  Like, for example, the two dog bowls that were on
the floor in her area.  She glanced into them already knowing what to
expect.  Sure enough, it was water in one and that damn crunchy dog food in
the other.  Tina crawled over and ate a few chunks of the nasty flavored
food and then quickly washed it down.  She was still hungry, but not enough
to overcome the disgust of having to eat more of the foul smelling and
tasting stuff.  So, she crawled back over to her corner.

   Tina huddled in her corner for what seemed like an eternity.  Nothing
she did seemed to help her pass the time.  Everything she thought about
just seemed to depress her more.  Even thoughts of her old life depressed
her since it reminded her of how much she had lost.  Finally, she decided
the best way to pass the time was to recite her 24 rules over and over
again.  She started out doing them in her head, but later started saying
them out loud.

   At first Tina felt a bit odd saying them out loud, but it was so quiet
in the room and the sound of her voice bouncing off the walls somehow
comforted her.  It was almost as though someone was talking to her.

   This only went on for maybe 45 minutes before Tina realized she not only
knew them by heart but could even recite them by number.  She thought about
continuing to recite them just to have something to do, but she feared for
her sanity if she were to do so.

   "Where's my master?" Tina wondered.

   She had no more than thought this question when it dawned on her that
she was actually looking forward to his return.  She was very shocked with
herself.  It would be different if she were starving or extremely parched,
but she wasn't.  Her food and water was sitting right there.  So why would
she want him to return?

   When it came time to take a piss, Tina was surprised to find that she
was almost happy for the distraction.  Lining up with the hole, factoring
in the bladder pressure and possible trajectory, all of it seemed so
exciting to her bored mind.  All of that "excitement" went down the drain
though when her piss, well, missed the drain.  She missed her little hole
by several inches and quickly tried to adjust.  In her haste to try to get
as much down the hole as possible, instead of duck walking backward Tina
tried angling her upper body.  In doing so, she lost her balance and got
piss not only on the floor but all over her legs.

   She started to get up but then realized the mess was so far out of hand
already that there wasn't any point.  So, she just laid there and started
crying as she pissed all over herself.

   Tina laid there in the pool for a long minute after she had finished. 
She thought about staying like that as a form of defiance toward her
master. Surely he would have to give her some attention if he seen her just
laying in her piss.  But it felt too revolting.  Plus, she also remembered
what that belt felt like.  That kind of attention she could do without. 
So, she got up and started the disgusting act of cleaning her area.

   She took care of the floor first since there was so much of it there. 
After that, she did her best to get the piss off her legs and butt.  She
only seemed capable of getting a few drops here and there though.  For the
most part the piss just wanted to spread around on her.  It felt
disgusting, but at least she knew it would air dry much faster.

   When no more drips or pools of piss could be found anywhere, Tina knelt
there looking at her soaked hands.  This was it.  This was the moment she
had really dreaded.  The procedure was very specific on what came next. 
She was supposed to suck each finger into her mouth and then lick her palms
clean.

   She brought her right hand to her mouth but the smell made her hesitate.
She could smell not just the piss but a hint of Jeremy as well.  She wasn't
sure if this additional smell was from rubbing up against the dog or if it
was because of all the dog's dick juice her master had rubbed all over her.
Regardless, it was enough to cause her to pull her hands away.  She was
shocked with herself for thinking to follow through with the task to begin
with.  It's not like he would ever know, would he?

   Tina knew what a spy camera was.  She was also aware there was no real
way for her to know for sure if any were focused on her this very instant.
Still, her master had given no indications that he was spying on her in
this way.  But, what if he was?

   This last question haunted Tina for several long minutes.  She kept
deciding to go ahead and lick her hands clean, then quickly vetoing it. 
The longer she sat there though, the more the anxiety built up.  When she
finally did give in and brought her hands up to clean them, Tina realized
they had long since dried.

   After that, time seemed to pass even slower than before as she feared
what her master might do to her if he found out.  Would he whip her with
the belt again?  Or, equally as bad, would he give her next enema without
letting her use the plastic toilet?  God, why hadn't she licked her hands
clean when she had the chance?

   As Tina huddled in her corner, she tried to think how long it had been
since she had first woke up.  She guessed it must have been at least 5
hours but had no way to know for sure.  It was then that something dawned
on her.  She had no way to know if it was even day or night.  For all she
knew, she might have fallen asleep at 3 in the afternoon and woken at 9
p.m. It certainly would explain why her master wasn't here.  He was
probably sleeping.

   At first this thought comforted her a little since it meant he wasn't
necessarily planning to leave her alone like this for days on end. 
However, her heart sunk when she realized it also explained why he hadn't
come in and punished her right away for not cleaning her hands.  This meant
she would have to wait several more hours before she would know for sure if
the room was bugged or not.

   Truth be told, it had indeed been around 3 p.m.  when Tina had fallen
asleep that day.  However, it was only about 6:30 p.m.  when she woke. 
Scott watched her via the monitor in his den, but he focused mainly on
updating Tina's log.  A lot of his peers thought he was a bit anal about
the logs.  Especially when they were curious about a particular sub and
Scott would actually bring in that sub's log.

   "You take this shit a little too seriously."

   Scott would hear this a lot as they thumbed through his logs.  Yet,
Scott noticed they always read the entire log from start to finish.  And
often took notes of their own while doing so.

   After updating Tina's log, Scott read back through it.  He couldn't come
to any solid conclusions yet though on the girl.  The only thing he knew
for sure was that the girl obviously was a little fucked up in the head
prior to meeting him.  It was the good kind of "fucked up" but fucked up
nonetheless.

   All of the women Scott entertained were fucked up in the head to some
degree.  Otherwise they wouldn't have been in his care to begin with.  It
wasn't like he just randomly picked them up off the streets.  But of
course, that is basically what he had done with Tina.  That, in conjunction
with her age did make it a little surprising that she would be just as
fucked up as the rest of his subs.

   Scott was fine with that though.  He was better than fine.  It meant a
lot less work for him.

   Scott's father made his fortune via the construction business.  His
father always had dreams of Scott some day taking over the business.  Scott
played along learning the business from the ground up.  However, when his
father died, Scott sold the business right away.  It wasn't so much that he
hated the business.  He just didn't see any point in working if he could
just sell it and be stinking rich.  Hell, even with his lavish lifestyle he
barely could spend the interest he was making off all the money.

   Anyway, it was this background that often made Scott think of subs like
he would a housing project.  You prepare the lot, you put the foundation
down, you build the frame for the house, then you put your roof on,
plasterboard up, etc.  Whenever he got a new sub, his first couple days
were often spent determining what stage that sub was already in when he
found them.  Sometimes they came with just the foundation poured.  Other
times they came with the frame up.  And yes, sometimes they even came to
him already fully completed.  However, none of them had ever come to him as
an empty lot.

   While taking a woman from that ultra early stage to near completion
sounded appealing on the surface.  Scott knew it was more work than it was
worth.  It certainly wasn't something that could easily be done in just 14
days.  At best he would only be able to get them to the foundation stage by
then.

   Still, a small part of him almost wished Tina had been an empty lot. 
Sure, right now he was very happy with not having to do all of that
groundwork in order to start having the real fun with her.  However, in a
year or so he knew his opinion would change on this issue.  She would be
pretty much complete by then and he would feel a much greater sense of
accomplishment had he known he built her from the ground up.  But oh well,
you can't have everything.

   Scott did spend a little time watching Tina on the TV.  There really
wasn't much going on, but it did catch his attention when she started
practicing her rules out loud.  None of his prior subs had ever done this.
It felt almost like she knew he was watching and was saying them out loud
for him.  Later, however, she refused to clean the piss off her hands. 
This told him she probably didn't know she was being watched after all.

   He noted this in her log, but didn't get angry that she failed to clean
her hands.  Most of his subs did the same thing their first few days.  Some
of the stupider ones even refused to do it while he was standing right
there watching them.  These ones always got the belt.  However, he seldom
punished the ones that refused in private.

   There were several reasons he didn't punish them.  The main one,
however, was that it would give away the fact that he had hidden cameras in
the room.  And once one sub knew this for sure then all the subs at the
club would know.  It seemed like a minor bit of information, especially
since most subs assumed they were being secretly filmed anyway.  However,
it meant a lot to Scott.

   If they knew for sure they were being watched then they would follow all
their rules all the time out of fear.  However, if they weren't 100 percent
sure then they would try cheating a little here and there to test it.  If
they didn't ever get punished for these things then they would almost
always come to the conclusion they weren't being monitored.

   This allowed Scott to see the sub's true nature, or at least a close
approximation of it, when he wasn't around.  He could learn a lot about a
sub this way.

   For example, he had one sub that acted petrified of touching or tasting
their own piss.  However, after they were somewhat convinced they weren't
being monitored, Scott noticed that their attitudes toward piss changed
completely while they were alone.  At night alone they would practically
played with the stuff.  They were obviously only pretending to hate it so
that Scott would make them play with it more.

   This little nugget of information saved him over 5 days work with this
particular sub.  It allowed him to race right through the piss training and
quickly get to other things the sub actually did need training in.

   Aware that there were cameras or not, it was pretty clear that Tina
obviously hated the whole piss thing.  This gave him something to work
with. And that didn't necessarily mean trying to get her to like it.  For
example, he was about to take Tina's discipline training further.  He would
now know when this training was really getting through to her when she
started cleaning her hands in private despite her distaste for it.  It
would let him know she wanted to please him even when he wasn't there to
witness it.  There was no greater honor for a master than a sub that would
do this.

   Some subs of course took this loyalty to the 10th degree.  Scott knew he
shouldn't but he often took advantage of the subs that showed this
particular trait.  There were all kinds of things you could do with a sub
that liked a master this much.  For one thing, you could order them to do
things outside captivity/contract.  You could of course do this to any sub,
but with these you knew they would actually do it.

   Once, Scott got drunk and for the hell of it he called a sub up and told
her to drive around town until she found a stray dog, then take it home and
fuck it on camera so she could post it on YouTube.  Sure enough, the slut
did it.  It got pulled off YouTube right away, but not before Scott got to
view it.

   Normally though, Scott only used these types of subs for playing with
other subs that he had locked up in his dungeon.  Some female subs hate
eating pussy.  It's often why they pick male masters to begin with. 
Therefore, it was good training to make a new sub play with another girl.
However, most subs he ran into want to be played with and not be used just
to help play with other subs.  So, it was always good to have a few subs he
could easily grab from the club for a couple days just for this purpose.

   Like the drunk incident, there were other times Scott made huge errors
in how he used these loyal subs.  Once, for example, he used one to prove a
point with one of his "friends".  The friend's viewpoint was that you could
trust subs to ensure they got STD testing on a frequent basis.  Scott
thought he was crazy and they argued about it for weeks every time they met
at the club.

   Finally, Scott seen the guy take on one of his special subs for a week.
Once the sub was released from her contract, Scott ordered her to go back
to this guy and tell him she had a nasty STD.  Well, let's just say it was
poor judgment on Scott's behalf.  The guy didn't kill her but he did bruise
her up a little.  Scott got his point across though and everyone, except
the sub of course, got a good laugh out of it.

   The next week, however, the guy, along with a few of Scott's other so
called friends, got even by setting Scott up with a shemale.  The fuckers
not only let Scott pick the guy up, but sign him to a contract and take him
home with him.  Boy was Scott pissed when he got the guy all the way to his
dungeon only to find out it wasn't a girl but some "actor" they had hired.

   Scott had to admit that it was a funny joke.  But he didn't like being
made a fool of.  So, he decided to play it as though he knew it was a guy
from the start.  It wasn't like all of his associates hadn't taken on a
male sub before.  They just assumed Scott never did.  Which of course he
hadn't.  It just wasn't his thing at the time.

   The shemale wasn't so hot on the idea.  Scott still laughs when he
thinks of the look on that guy's face when he realized Scott wasn't just
going to let him go now that the joke had been exposed.  Turns out, the guy
not only was an actual actor in some low budget production, but wasn't even
gay.  Wearing the dress and makeup was just part of his job.

   Well, it was a rough 2 weeks for the guy.  Let's just say Scott helped
give the guy some additional background on how to better play a female. 
Well, a female slut that likes anal, sucking dick and licking ass anyway.

   Scott even used Jeremy on the guy.  However, Scott didn't completely
break the guy.  He left the guy just enough in tack that he would try to
get some kind of revenge.  Scott wasn't so concerned for his own sake
though.  By the time he finished the guy was too spineless to try anything
violent.  And he had a signed agreement from the guy that protected him
somewhat legal wise.  It was his so called friends that hired him that the
guy would go after.

   It was a joke that Scott definitely turned around to his advantage.  The
guy did file some kind of legal paperwork against his friends.  However,
nothing ever came of it.  About a month after Scott attended a party hosted
by one of his friends and had a good laugh when he seen the "shemale" being
lead around on a leash by one of his more "male friendly" associates.

   Apparently, the guy was giving them such a headache that they just
decided to cage him and turn him into a pet.  Scott was pretty sure they
did this illegally and hadn't somehow tricked the guy into signing a legal
document.  Scott never asked though.  He figured the less he knew the
better.  Scott still sees the guy from time to time at special functions.
He's even played with him a little to help convince his friends he had
known it was a guy the entire time.  Scott had to admit that the guy did
have a nice girlish ass on him.

   As Scott thought about all of this he realized that showing Tina off to
his peers was a joy he wouldn't be allowed.  Sure, they could trust each
other with minor legal indiscretions like with the shemale.  A few of his
peers even had subs that were only 16 or 17 years old.  They claimed they
were 18 but everyone knew they weren't.  However, Tina was only about 12.
This wasn't just something they could pretend not to notice.  They would
know that if Scott got busted then they wouldn't be able to claim they
didn't know about it.

   Worst case, they would turn him in.  Best case they would blackmail him
for free rides on the Tina Train.  Neither scenario was acceptable.  He
wouldn't mind passing Tina around a little but to give them all an equal
share would be asking way too much.  No, she would need to stay hidden...
at least for 4 or 5 more years anyway.

   This of course brought up other issues for Scott.  He loved the idea of
keeping Tina chained in his dungeon for 4 to 5 years...  hell, even 10 to
20.  However, he couldn't just stop bring home other subs.  Well, he could,
but everyone that knew him would wonder what the hell was going on.  If
Tina's disappearance showed up in the news it wouldn't take a genius to put
2 and 2 together.  Girl last seen near the club on or around the same time
Scott stopped taking home subs...  yeah, that would look good.

   He sure as hell couldn't let the other subs see Tina either.  It wasn't
unusual for Scott to go a few weeks without taking a sub home from the
club, so he had plenty of time to solve the problem.  Even then, he could
just chain her up in his bedroom until he came up with a more permanent
solution.

   Tina was still wide-awake when Scott finally decided to go to bed.  He
knew it would be a long lonely night for the girl.  She might not even get
back to sleep until 4 or 5 a.m.

   Tina must have gotten to sleep much earlier than he expected.  Because
when he checked in on her the next morning at 9 a.m.  she was already awake
and even looked a bit refreshed.  This was good news.  It meant starting
the day's activities earlier.

   Scott didn't enter the room though until 1 p.m.  He was anxious to start
the day but wanted her to sit around for another few hours.  Something as
simple as letting the sub sit around and do nothing can sometimes seriously
fuck with their heads.  Especially if you do it right after they cum while
sucking a dog's dick.  Yeah, Tina had a lot to reflect on and Scott didn't
want to rob her of that.

   And of course Scott wanted to watch her piss again in private.  This
time she licked her hands clean.  This didn't really mean anything though.
This time was clearly just out of fear that she had been taped failing to
do it the night before.  It did tell him she wasn't completely convinced
she wasn't being watched.  Mainly though, he just wanted to watch her piss.
It was nice watching her do it in person.  She looked so pretty with that
blush on her.  However, watching her via the hidden camera had its appeal
also.

   Scott smiled as he finally entered the dungeon.  He always loved the
look on the sub's face after being left in the dungeon alone so long.  Like
Tina, they almost always had this mix of emotions showing on their face. 
There was the delight of Scott finally showing up to play with them.  There
was the disgust with themselves for actually being delighted he was going
to play with them.  And of course there was the fear of exactly how he
planned to play with them.

   While they all seemed to show these emotions, the degree of each always
varied.  For Tina it appeared she was delighted more than fearful.  Though,
disgust easily beat both of them.  Scott was pretty sure that she wasn't
just disgusted with herself.  She was most likely more disgusted with the
thoughts of what she expected Scott to make her do with Jeremy.

   When he got near her, Scott noticed her food bowl was still pretty full
but the water was completely gone.  He picked them both up and left the
room.  It was hot in the room so he brought back a full water bowl.  He
didn't bring the food back though.  He wouldn't give her food again until
the next morning.  This would teach her to eat when she had the chance.  It
wasn't meant as a punishment though.  It was just a lesson, nothing more.

   "Are you thirsty?" Scott asked as he walked toward her with the bowl.

   "Yes, master," Tina replied.

   As he passed the table he grabbed the belt with one hand while carefully
holding the water dish with the other.  Tina noticed the maneuver and Scott
almost laughed out loud at the look on her face.  Her first whipping
definitely did its trick in teaching her to fear the belt.  If only she
knew how tame the belt really was in comparison to some of his other toys.

   Scott carefully placed the water bowl on the floor and walked around to
her side.

   "Drink," he commanded.

   Tina had a bad feeling deep in her gut.  Something was going to happen
soon.  She didn't know what it was going to be, but her master wouldn't
have gotten the belt out otherwise.  She almost pissed herself when she
realized he might be going to punish her for not cleaning her hands last
night.

   Tina's shaking hands reached down and grabbed the bowl.  She started to
slowly raise it up so she could drink from it when she heard the belt
whistle through the air.  She dropped the bowl the 3 inches she had lifted
it but a pain shot across her back before she could even begin to defend
herself.

   "Ahh!" Tina screamed.

   "Bad girl!" Scott yelled.

   Tina sobbed.  As she feared, her master was punishing her.  It had been
a very hard hit too.  It had felt as though the belt had driven a thousand
needles into her back.  And she could still feel those needles in there
too.

   She wanted to apologize, but knew this would only make her punishment
worse.  So she just gritted her teeth and waited for the following blows.
To her surprise though, none came.

   "Okay, drink," he commanded again.

   Tina wiped her tears away with one hand and then reached down and
grabbed the bowl again.  She only got the bowl an inch off the ground this
time when the belt whistled through the air again.  This time it landed on
her back just inches above the last hit.

   "Ahh!" Tina screamed out again.

   "Bad girl!" Scott yelled.

   "What the fuck!  If you are going to punish me then just punish me!"

   Tina didn't say it of course.  She didn't need to though.  Scott could
see it in her eyes.  He knew she hadn't figured out the lesson yet.  He
also knew she was mistaking this as punishment for the prior night's
failure to clean her hands.

   It gave him a measure of pleasure to punish the girl for something she
thinks he knew she did but seconds later would think he didn't know about
because it was punishment for something else.  It also gave him a measure
of a headache thinking about the words that would be needed to explain such
a thing.

   "You're one dumb bitch," Scott said as he walked away.

   A minute later Scott walked in followed by Jeremy.

   "Watch!" Scott said once he reached her.

   Scott then ordered Jeremy to drink.  The dog gladly stuck his nose in
the bowl and started lapping at it.  Scott let him drink about an inch of
it then ordered him into a sitting position.

   "Now drink!" Scott yelled.

   Tina was scared by Scott's tone, but she still shot daggers at him with
her eyes.  It just didn't seem fair to punish her for something he hadn't
explained how to do ahead of time.  Though, now that she thought about it,
she figured she should have guessed what he wanted even before the first
hit.  He talked to her like a dog, he collared her like a dog, hell, he
even made her suck dog dick.  Of course he would expect her to drink water
from a bowl like a dog would.

   Instinctively, Tina began to reach out for the bowl as she leaned down
to it.  She stopped herself though and moved her hands a few inches off to
the right and left of it.  As she leaned down she couldn't help but feel a
bit humiliated.  She also felt a bit silly.  But mostly she was grossed
out. Jeremy had just been drinking from the bowl.  She knew the dog had
used the bowl probably hundreds of times in the past, but watching him
actually do it just seconds before her somehow made it tons worse.

   Tina continued downward until her face reached the water.  And yes, it
was her face, and not just her lips that reached it.  Jeremy had made
drinking from the bowl look way easier than it actually was.  Of course,
Tina figured Jeremy was built to drink this way.  She tried sucking up some
water but it got into her nose and she started coughing.

   "Ahh!" Tina yelled when the belt landed on her back again.  She was so
preoccupied that she hadn't even heard it coming this time.

   "Bad girl!" Scott yelled.  "Try again!"

   This time Tina angled her head so that her chin went under the water and
her nose stayed up above it.  It felt weird submerging her chin like this.
She just knew it would be running down the length of her body once she
finished and lifted her head.  But, at least her lips reached the water.

   "Ahh!" Tina yelled again when the belt hit her right when she was
starting to slurp the water up.

   "Bad girl!" Scott yelled.  "You are the dumbest bitch I've ever seen. 
Put your head back down there like you just had it.  But don't drink yet."

   Tina did what she was told.  She really didn't see what she was doing
wrong.  She had her face in the bowl and she was drinking without choking
or anything.  What else could one expect?

   "Okay, Jeremy is going to show you again," Scott said.  "No!  Stay down
there so you get a closer look this time."

   Tina thought she was going to be sick as Jeremy got the order to drink
and stuck his mouth in right next to hers and started lapping.  As he
lapped up the water his long nasty tongue kept sliding across her chin,
lips and cheek.  It even slid sometimes across her nose which wasn't even
in the water.

   He had been so close that she couldn't focus her eyes on anything he had
done.  But then she didn't need too.  She got the hint the second his
tongue slid across her face the first time.  She was supposed to use her
tongue to drink the water.  She felt like pointing out that such a method
would be extremely inefficient for a human, but she already knew her master
was well aware of this.  He was more concerned about form than function.

   After ordering Jeremy away from the bowl her master told her to try
drinking again.  Tina raised her lips just above the surface of the water
and then lapped out with her tongue.  As she suspected, she didn't get but
a couple drops.  It would take her forever to drink a bowl of water this
way.  Hell, she would probably get more on her body than in it.

   "Good girl!" Scott said when she finally started lapping the water up.

   Tina felt the whole "good girl" thing was getting old fast.  It was so
degrading to be spoken too like a dog.  But of course she knew that was the
whole point.

   Given the choice though, Tina would take a "good girl" over a "bad girl"
any day.  Her back was still stinging from those hits.  They were so hard
that she was afraid to reach back and rub them.  It felt almost like the
skin had been ripped off.

   To add to her humiliation, Scott sent Jeremy back to the dish to help
her finish it.  Her master hadn't ordered her to keep drinking but she knew
she would get the belt if she stopped.  So, she kept licking at the water
while Jeremy did the same.  She gagged and almost threw up a couple times
though when Jeremy's tongue ran across hers.  Once his tongue even shot
deep into her mouth.  Gawd had that been gross!

   The really gross part came toward the end though when there was only
about a millimeter of water left.  Tina and Jeremy had both of their faces
deep in the bowl and were licking up more of each other's spit than actual
water.  Her master didn't give them the okay to stop though until every
molecule of spit and water had been licked up.

   Tina wasn't sure how, but feeling Jeremy's tongue on hers and sharing
his spit had seemed many times worse than when she had sucked his dick. 
Not that she cared to experience that event again.  But she knew she would,
just like she knew she would probably be sharing a lot of food and water
dishes with Jeremy as well.

   As Tina sat up from the dish several streams of water ran from her chin,
down her neck and across her chest.  It felt gross, but at the same time it
made the room seem a little less hot.

   After telling her she was a good girl, her master grabbed the dog bowl
and had Jeremy follow him out of the room.  Tina was pleased to be left
alone again.  She couldn't believe that less than an hour ago she had
actually been craving her master's attention.  Well, maybe not his
attention as much as his company.

   Her alone time was rather short though.  Less than 2 minutes later her
master returned with a fresh bowl of water.

   "Drink," he said as he put the bowl down in front of her.

   Tina was pleased that her master didn't have the belt in his hand.  But
she knew it was just a few steps away.  Tina wasn't thirsty, but she still
bent down and started lapping the water up like she had been taught.

   As she did this her master applied ointment on the fresh marks on her
back.  The ointment felt really good, but she was glad he didn't put any
more of it on her than needed.  If Jeremy was brought back in later he
would try to lick it all off.  The less that damn dog licked her the
better.

   Tina had so much water in her that she had a hard time finishing the
last of the bowl off.  This wasn't some small dog bowl after all.  It was a
rather large one.  She guessed it was big enough that she could probably
even get her head far enough in there to lick the bottom of it.  Oh, wait;
she didn't have to guess at that.

   Tina felt like a water balloon, but she managed to finish the bowl.  Her
master pulled the bowl to the side then went behind the big curtain and
came back with the video camera.  Tina started to get very nervous when she
seen that camera.  She got even more nervous as he placed it on the ground
like the day prior and adjusted various settings.

   She figured that if he left the room then that meant he planned to bring
Jeremy back in for another cock sucking session.  However, if he went
behind the curtain then maybe it was just enema time.

   "God, please let it be the curtain," Tina prayed.

   To her surprise, it was neither.  Her master just stood up, walked over
to the table and grabbed the belt.  He then walked back over next to the
camera and just stood there.  Tina felt very at unease as her master just
kept watching her and watching her.  He didn't say anything or give any
other indication that he wanted her to be doing something.  Sometimes he
would fold the belt and make loud snapping noises, but Tina wasn't sure if
he was just passing time or warming up to give her a severe whipping.

   "Do you need to piss yet?" Scott finally said after almost 15 minutes of
standing there.

   "Yes, master," Tina whispered as she looked down at the floor with
embarrassment.

   Tina now realized that this had been the purpose of the extra bowl of
water, the camera and the long wait.  Pissing for the camera was extremely
embarrassing but wasn't as bad as some of the thoughts that had been racing
through her head just minutes ago.

   Tina crawled over to her hole and was about to squat over it when
something dawned on her.  Everything had made sense except for the belt. 
Why was he holding the belt?  Was it just to scare her so she would piss
earlier than normal?  That was a possibility, but if wait time was the
reason then he probably could have just left the room and let the camera
film the event at it's slightly later arrival.  No, there had to be another
reason.

   She knelt next to her hole doing nothing for much longer than she knew
she should have.  But she really wanted to think this out.  As she went
over all the elements of the equation again, the water dish suddenly gave
her the answer.  Not so much the dish itself but the way she had been
expected to drink from it.

   "No..." Tina whispered in despair and started crying.

   Yes, she indeed knew what he wanted.  For an millisecond she actually
thought of denying her master this particular performance.  But she already
knew she would endure this indignity whether she wanted too or not.  Her
only choice was whether she would do it with or with out additional belt
marks on her.

   Tina thought about turning her back to the camera, but knew her master
wouldn't even allow her this little shred of dignity.  So, she got onto all
fours with her left side facing the camera.  She then hiked up her left leg
and started pissing like a dog.

   Tina tried to keep it short and sweet, but her bladder was so full that
she just couldn't stop the flow.  If anything, her efforts seemed to make
the flow stronger.  Tina wasn't sure why she even bothered to get near the
hole.  As she suspected, the piss went everywhere.  She had virtually no
control over the direction of the stream in this position.  Gravity caused
a lot of it to even run down the side of her right leg.

   By the time she finished, there was piss all over the floor and her leg
was completely soaked in it.  The night before she had pissed all over
herself like this.  However, she felt much dirtier this time because she
had done it on purpose.  Plus, her master was right there witnessing it, as
well as the camera.

   "Good girl!" Scott praised.

   Tina tried to smile to thank her master for the praise, but she knew she
still had a big mess to clean up.  She didn't see much need to dally
around, so she turned and got right too it.  She was pleased to find that
the piss seemed rather watered down.  Which only made sense considering how
much of it she had just drank.  The piss was very clear and didn't even
have much of a smell to it.  Touching it still grossed her out though.

   She only got half of the mess cleaned up though before her master
stepped out of his sandals and walked up to her.  Tina gave him an "ew"
face as she watched him walk barefoot right through the remaining piss. 
She almost laughed at her own reaction.  Here she was using her bare hands
to clean the piss up and she thought it was gross to simply walk through
it.

   At first she though he might be just getting some kind of sick jolly out
of walking in her piss.  She had never heard of such a thing, but wouldn't
put it past her master to have such a fetish.  She realized what he wanted
though when he didn't stop until his dick was just inches from her face. 
She had noticed it was hard earlier, but that was nothing new.  It seemed
to always be hard.  She was just surprised that he was doing something
about it.  He had only made her suck him off twice so far.  She was wise
enough to know that given a chance other boys would have taken her mouth at
least 10 times by now.  Boys were pigs that way.

   "Clean," Scott said as he glanced at her hands.

   Tina didn't like the idea of cleaning her hands right now since it would
mean having to clean them yet again later when she finished with the piss.
However, she could understand her master not wanting her to touch him with
her piss covered hands.

   Tina tried to smile up at her master as she sucked each finger clean. 
She knew he wouldn't make her lick piss off her hands unless he enjoyed
watching her do it.  She also wanted him to know she was thinking of his
cock as she did so.  She even sucked a few of the fingers in and out of her
mouth a few times as though giving a pretend blow job.

   Even though there wasn't much flavor to the piss, she couldn't help but
be disgusted as she did her little performance.  She knew that disgust was
probably showing through.  But she was pretty certain that even this
probably turned her master on.

   She felt really degraded putting on her little show.  But she really
wanted to please him.  She would take being his suck puppy any day over
being Jeremy's bitch.  If she did a good enough job, maybe he would even
let her go.  Well, that was probably too much to hope for.  But maybe at
least he wouldn't whip her so hard with the belt.  Even if none of this
happened, at least this was a good sign.  She was starting to fear that she
had been brought here just to be his dog's play toy.

   Once she finished with her hands Tina jumped right onto his cock.  She
didn't hold anything back as she deep throated his long dick.

   Tina was good at sucking dick and she knew it.  She was proud of this,
despite the fact that it had been introduced to her involuntarily.  Now
that she thought about it, pretty much every blowjob she had ever given had
been forced upon her.  Well, technically anyway.  Take this blowjob, she
was very happy to give it but technically it was being forced on her.  It's
not like she wouldn't have run out the door to safety if she could.

   As Tina did her best to please her master, a strange question suddenly
popped into her head.  Where exactly would she go if she actually did
escape?  She was surprised she hadn't asked herself this question earlier.
She had spent hours upon hours alone earlier and had thought about
everything but that.  She had even tried to hatch out plans for escape. 
Being kept captive like this was depressing, but now it seemed even worse
when she realized she didn't have anywhere to run off to.

   Going home certainly wasn't an appealing option.  Life was better there
than here, but not overly so.  What was she to do then, just roam the
streets?  She knew enough about the real world to know she could make money
by selling her body in dark alleys and such.  However, she also knew what
happened to little girls that tried this.  Or at least she had heard horror
stories about them being raped, mutilated and killed.

   As Tina felt her master's hand touch the back of her head, she realized
that she might actually be better off here.  It wasn't like he planned to
kill her; did he?  She didn't sense that from him.  But then when she got
into his car just a few days back she hadn't sensed that he planned to turn
her into a dog toy.

   Still, given the choice, Tina would gladly take her chances on the
streets than to continue to live like this.  But that was assuming her life
would stay this bad with her new master.  Surely he didn't plan to always
treat her this bad.  She obviously didn't know as much about S&M as she
thought she had, but she was still pretty certain that training always
started out this way and then eased up after awhile.  It was just real bad
right now because she hadn't accepted it yet.  Once she showed improvement
then he would make life easier on her.

   As her master grabbed her hair and started fucking her face, Tina tried
to envision what her life with this master might be like a few months down
the road.  Once she was "trained" to his satisfaction, she guessed she
could expect to give blowjobs like this several times a day.  He would
probably fuck her each day also.  Or at least she hoped so.  Giving
blowjobs turned her on but she really needed to stick things up her cunt to
make her feel really good.  He would also probably give her light spankings
from time to time for his (and her) enjoyment.  And every once in a while
he might make her do something embarrassing like pose for the camera.

   Tina felt like crying when she realized that this wasn't what life was
really going to be like here.  What she was envisioning was just her
standard master/slave fantasy she often masturbated too.  Might things get
easier, sure.  But she knew that when she got whipped she would still get
whipped hard.  She knew that she not only would continue to be embarrassed
on a regular basis but would be completely humiliated and grossed out as
well by having to do things like taste her own piss and feces.  And, she
also knew that in addition to having to serve her master's dick to a much
greater extent, she would also have to do the same to Jeremy's.

   Life was not going to become anything like her fantasy.  Not at all. 
Yet still, Tina couldn't help but wonder if it might get at least close if
she was a really, really good slave.  She prayed this was true, because the
option of leaving didn't look like it was ever going to be offered to her
anyway.

   Her master had a big load and Tina was proud of the fact that she could
get it all into her tummy without any of it being forced out her nose or
spilling from her mouth.  A slave never wastes cum.  Even she knew this
rule before meeting her master.

   The first time she had been made to drink cum she had hated the flavor.
That had been well over a year ago.  Now she didn't even pay attention to
the flavor.  If she thought about it she would have to say she still didn't
like the taste.  However, she did now like the idea of eating it.  The
first time she had given a blowjob and eaten the cum it had seemed almost
as bad as sucking Jeremy's dick.  She wasn't sure if it had just grown on
her, but now even the disgusting part of giving blowjobs to a guy seemed to
somehow add to the lewd pleasure of doing it.

   For a second she started wondering if the same thing would happen in
regards to sucking Jeremy's dick.  She quickly pushed the vulgar and
disgusting thought out of her head...  such ludicrous thoughts had no
business occupying her mind.

   Tina didn't stop sucking her master's dick until he told her to do so.
Tina smiled up at him when he praised her.  That smile quickly disappeared,
however, when he raised his left foot until it was even with her face.

   "Clean," he ordered.

   Tina scrunched up her nose in disgust as she watched the piss dripping
from the sole of her master's foot.  She knew she had just sucked the piss
off her hands, but this was a foot!  Licking a foot seemed gross on it's
own, but a piss covered one?  She had licked worse things she figured, so
she reached out and grabbed the foot with her hands to help hold it steady.


   For a very brief instant, Tina thought about jerking upward on her
master's foot and throwing him off balance.  It was a stupid idea though.
Even if by some miracle it seriously hurt him or knocked him out, she was
still chained to the wall.  She knew exactly where the key was kept on the
table, but that knowledge did her no good if she still couldn't reach it.

   Now that she thought about it, wishing harm on her master was probably
the worse thing she should be doing.  If something happened to him then she
would surely die of starvation or thirst.  It sickened her that her silent
prayers each night would now have to include God looking after her master's
well being.

   Tina held her master's foot gently and then angled her head so she could
reach the sole more easily.  She wasn't sure if he cared how she did it,
but to be on the safe side she treated it like she did her hands and sucked
on each toe before licking and slurping on the sole itself.  She was
pleased that other than her piss, there didn't seem to be any other odd
smells or flavors to deal with.

   Tina knew how bad her own feet smelled sometimes after wearing shoes. 
Her master had clearly cleaned his feet ahead of time and worn the sandals
so that his feet would be clean and ready for her tongue.  This fact made
her heart flutter.  It was a small flutter, but at least she now knew her
master cared a little about her.

   As Tina licked her master's foot clean, she glanced up at his face.  The
bottoms of Tina's feet were extremely ticklish and she assumed everyone's
was.  But to her surprise, her master wasn't struggling to hold back
laughter.  He had a smile on his face, but she could tell it was just that
all too familiar smile he got whenever he made her do something very
naughty and nasty.

   Tina blushed when she realized her master was staring right back down at
her and into her eyes.  Tina was extremely embarrassed but at the same time
his stare seemed to somehow bond them together.  She felt connected to him
now even more than she had just moments ago when his dick had been deep in
her throat.  This connection, however, felt very different.  It touched her
somewhere deep inside.  While it felt good, it also scared her.  She
thought about averting her eyes away, however, she was afraid it would be a
great insult to her master to refuse such a gift.  Assuming of course he
even knew or cared how his eyes affected her.

   After almost a minute, Tina realized her master was probably looking
down at her just to make sure she hit every spot on his foot.  He really
seemed to want to make sure his foot was clean.  Tina didn't blame him
though, she was now all too familiar with how disgusting it felt to have
piss on her body.  She really wanted to please him though, so after making
one pass with her tongue she went back and gave his foot another to make
absolutely sure it was spotless.  Finally, her master pulled his foot away
from her face.

   Tina frowned and even looked up at her master in anger when he lowered
the foot right back down into the pool of piss.

   "I just cleaned that!" she felt like yelling at him.

   When the other foot came up toward her face, Tina realized her master
had a harder time balancing than he had with the other foot.  Tina thought
about holding onto the foot harder in order to help her master balance. 
Instead though, she actually loosened her grip.  She didn't want him to
fall and hurt himself, but maybe the extra effort on his part would make
him tire of this stupid disgusting game faster.

   To her dismay, however, when she finished with this foot it went right
back down and into the piss and the other foot came back up.  Her pretend
enthusiasm was long gone by the time she finished cleaning this foot for
the second time.  She even tried to stop once she had given it a once over.
But her master just kept his foot held out there, so she ducked her head
back down and gave it a second rinsing with her tongue.  She groaned when
again the foot went back down into the piss.

   It wasn't until the 3rd rotation that her master finally place one of
his clean feet down in a dry and somewhat clean area.  Tina almost jumped
for joy.  She cleaned his other foot with glee and enthusiasm.  She even
held onto it very strong this time so he wouldn't have to struggle with his
balance.  She felt it was the least she could do in order to thank him for
finally bringing this game to an end.

   Tina's tongue was very tired by the time she finished.  She expected to
get at least one "good girl" from her master, but it didn't come.  He just
stood there.  For a moment, she thought he might want another blowjob.  She
even shuffled a little toward him to let him know she was more than ready
to oblige.  He did put his hand on his dick, but it didn't get hard.  He
just stood there as though trying to decide whether to make her get him
hard or to use his own hand for the purpose.

   Tina was about to lean forward and make the decision for him, when a hot
stream of piss suddenly shot out the end of his dick.  The hot putrid
stream of piss hit just inches above her right nipple.  It was so strong
that Tina could feel it sending tiny splatters all over her lower body and
even upward against her neck and chin.

   She immediately started shuffling backward but her master just followed.
Tina came to an abrupt halt, however, when she caught a glance at her
master's feet.  In following her, he was now dangerously close to stepping
in his own piss.  She thanked God that she had noticed this.  She knew what
would happen if his feet got wet again.

   Tina had a hard time keeping his feet in view since the piss was
splashing upward toward her face.  She did get a good enough view, however,
to see that the pool of piss was getting bigger by the second.  And it was
slowly working its way toward her master's feet.

   Her master had followed her when she tried to crawl away, so she slowly
crawled back his direction in hopes he would go backward now.  Tina thought
she was going to be sick when her closer distance caused her master's
stream of piss to climb up her chest and against her neck.  The pool was
getting dangerously close to his feet though, so she inched even closer. 
The stream was almost hitting her chin before her master finally stepped
back.  The crisis now evaded, Tina just knelt there like a statue until the
stream of piss finally tapered off.

   Shivers of disgust ran up and down her body as Tina tried to come to
terms with what her master had just done to her.  She tried to convince
herself that having her master's piss on her was not as bad as having her
own.  From a logical standpoint she could almost see where it would be less
disgusting.  However, logic didn't change the facts of what she was
actually feeling.  And that was that her master's piss had indeed felt more
disgusting than her own.

   Tina just knelt there stunned as she watched her master walk back over
to his sandals and put them on.  She heard him say something about having
the mess cleaned up before he returned.  However, she was so stunned that
she didn't quite catch how much time she had.  She did hear the word
"minutes" but not the number.  He then turned and walked out of the room.

   "Clean up the mess," she kept telling herself over and over.

   However, she was still having a hard time coping with what just
happened. She just couldn't get her body to follow the order she gave it.
Not only was she shocked and stunned, but she just felt so hopeless.

   "What is the point in obeying him if he is just going to do worse and
worse things to me?" Tina thought to herself.  But then she remembered the
belt and her first day here.  That was the point in obeying.

   When she finally looked down to survey the mess, she wasn't sure where
to begin.  Her master's piss was everywhere.  Not only was her entire lower
body covered with it but there was a huge pool of it in the middle of her
area and little tiny 1 inch or so size pools of it almost everywhere else.

   She wanted to get it off herself first, but decided to work on the floor
instead.  If her master came back before she finished there at least
wouldn't be any huge pools for him to walk through again.  She wondered if
maybe that was why he had walked in her piss to begin with...  to teach her
to clean her area faster.  She doubted it though.  She was pretty sure it
had just been for his twisted pleasure.

   Tina felt almost proud of herself when the last of the piss echoed down
the little hole in her floor.  She just had one last task to complete
before her master returned.  She found it hard to do this last task though.
Touching someone else's piss had been bad enough, but now she had to lick
it off her hands.  The thought made her body physically shudder.

   Not only was it someone else's piss, but while cleaning it up she
noticed that it had a much stronger smell and more color to it than her
own. At least more so than her recent watered down piss had had.

   Tina looked toward the door and wondered if her master would actually
know if she decided not to lick her hands clean.  He hadn't said anything
about the night before which told her he either wasn't watching via hidden
cameras or simply didn't care.

   It then dawned on her that he might try sniffing her hands or something
like that.  So, she slowly brought her right hand up to her mouth and
sucked one of the fingers inside.  The layer of piss was pretty thin but
she could still make out the distinct strong bitter taste of her master's
pee.  As she worked on the next finger she concluded that the flavor
actually wasn't any worse then hers had been the day prior.  Still, it
grossed her out that she was tasting someone else's piss.

   It wasn't until she finished cleaning her hands that Tina realized that
the video camera was still on the floor pointed at her and recording.  She
got a huge sinking feeling at how close she had just been to disaster. 
What if she had decided not to clean her hands?  It would have really
sucked to have gone through that whole ordeal and still gotten punished
simply because she was too proud to lick a little piss off her hands.

   As Tina sat in her corner waiting on her master, she couldn't help but
feel a little self-conscious as the camera continued to film her.  She
blushed as she started thinking about all the nasty things the camera had
just watched her do.

   Tina kept looking around the room in an effort to forget the camera was
there.  However, the more she tried to ignore it, the more it seemed to
bother her.  She also realized that her discomfort was probably pretty
obvious by the way her eyes kept darting around everywhere but the camera.
She knew this was a bad thing.  If her master knew how much it really
bothered her then he might put a camera in there full time.  A chill went
down her spine at the thought of that.  She wasn't sure her sanity could
withstand feeling this way all day every day.

   Tina tried her best to look natural, but every time she looked back
anywhere near the camera she felt as though the camera was staring back at
her.  Which, she figured it kind of was.

   Finally, Tina decided to just face the camera and close her eyes as
though she was trying to get a little rest.  She could still feel it
looking at her, but she eventually managed to get her blushing under
control.

   Tina had her eyes closed for less than 5 minutes before she heard the
door open again.  She quickly opened her eyes.  She also stood up.  She
stood up for a couple reasons.  One, she didn't cherish the idea of being
pissed on again.  And second, she wanted to see what the hell her master
was carrying.

   As she got a better angle she seen what appeared to be 4 one-gallon
bottles of water plastic wrapped together.  It looked very heavy but her
strong master carried it as though it was nothing.

   Tina knew of course that her master was very strong, but until now she
hadn't realized how much so.  She had recognized his muscles as a sign of
strength but had mainly judged them on their aesthetics.  They certainly
were his best feature.  Tina felt his muscles made him look manly and even
handsome in a way, despite his cruel and not so aesthetic face.

   Her master put the water down next to her area.  He then ripped away the
plastic holding them together with the same ease with which he had carried
them.  Tina shuddered at the thought of what kind of damage her master
could cause her if he wanted to do so.  For that matter, he could probably
easily hurt her just as badly on accident.

   Her master then grabbed the dog bowl and moved it back into her area. 
Tina got a sinking feeling when he then opened one of the bottles of water
and filled the bowl.  He then went over to the camera.  He hit a button on
it and then removed what appeared to be a memory card.  He went to the
table and grabbed another memory card, which Tina assumed was empty, and
returned to the camera and put it in.

   "Here is what I want you to do," her master said after aligning the
camera again.  "Drink all the water in the bowl and then refill it.  Keep
doing that until all 4 bottles are gone.  And I do expect you to have it
all gone before I return later."

   Tina just looked at her master in disbelief as he then turned and walked
back out of the room.  She stared at the closed door for over a minute
expecting her master to return and let her know he was just joking.  But
she already knew that wouldn't happen.

   She glanced back over at all the water and wished she had risked
punishment by asking how long she had before his return.  This seemed like
enough water to last her a month.  Tina then looked back at the camera. 
Her master had plugged it into an outlet, which told her she had more than
the camera's normal 2-hour battery time.  Plus, he had even put a fresh
memory card in it.  But still, that left a pretty big unknown element.  For
all she knew it could be anywhere from 2 to 10 hours.  Not that she had a
clue how much time a memory card could record.

   The more Tina thought about it, the more she realized it was pointless
to do so.  The task seemed impossible to do even if she had 100 hours. 
Tina knew, however, that not trying was no longer a concept that existed in
her life.  So, she crawled over to the bowl and started lapping at the
water.

   Tina hoped that the water would at least be cold, but it wasn't.  If
anything it seemed to be warmer than room temperature.  Even warmer than
the room she was currently in...  which was pretty damn warm.

   It seemed to take forever, but Tina managed to finish most of the bowl
off.  When there was only a half inch left, Tina thought about leaving it
there and just refilling it since that last half inch was the hardest to
lick up.  The camera wasn't angled enough to see it, but she just knew her
master would be able to tell she hadn't worked at the bottom of the bowl
long enough to clean it properly.  So, she stuck her face back in and
licked away.

   Man, did she hate that last half-inch.  It seemed like more work to
drink that then it did the first 3 inches.  She got it all licked up but
she didn't lick it bone dry like her master had made her earlier in the
day. She just didn't see much point in that.  Plus, she was pretty sure he
only made her do that so she would have to get more of Jeremy's dog spit on
her taste buds.

   As Tina refilled the bowl she realized she already had to pee again. 
The feeling wasn't super urgent so she decided to try to get down at least
one more bowl of water.  Her heart sunk when she realized this chore was
more than just water licking practice.  She would be getting lots of peeing
and cleaning practice as well.

   Tina stared at the opened water bottle and realized that it was about
2/3rds empty already.  As she leaned down and started licking again, she
also started crunching numbers in her head.  Three bowls per bottle and
four bottles meant 12 bowls total.  If she peed after every other bowl then
that meant cleaning up her area 6 times.  She pushed all these thoughts out
of her head when she realized that just thinking about it made her feel
like peeing even more than she already did.

   Tina was doing her pee dance by the time she finished the second bowl.
She had to go so bad that the pee was already dribbling down her legs
before she could get her hind leg hiked completely up.  Tina let out a long
sigh of relief as she emptied her full bladder.  It was coming out so
strong that it felt like it was making her clit vibrate as it rushed past.
This, combined with the bladder relief, made Tina wonder if she could
actually have a climax this way.  Her bladder was apparently too small
though, because the naughty tingles were only barely starting when she
finally ran dry.

   As Tina turned to clean her mess she realized how big of a mistake she
had made in not taking her piss after the first bowl of water.  There was a
ton of piss on her floor.  There was even more of it than when her master
had pissed on her.  The only good thing was that the huge mess only covered
half her area and not all of it.

   Cleaning the piss up still felt disgusting, but nowhere near as it had
the very first time she had been made to do it.  It bothered her that she
could become so desensitized to such a thing so fast.  Not that she was
anywhere near being completely desensitized to it.

   Tina wasn't feeling so good as she finished off the third bowl of water.
She didn't necessarily feel sick, just really bloated.  Her tongue was
getting pretty sore also.  On top of that, she was starting to get a
headache and her throat felt a little raw.

   Tina didn't give up though.  She took a piss, cleaned her area, refilled
the bowl and started licking again.  She repeated this process again, and
again.  However, at the half way mark she just had to stop.  She had gotten
to the point where she was even feeling a little dizzy.  The odd thing was
that this was the dizzy type feeling she sometimes felt if she went too
long without eating.  However, she didn't feel hungry at all.  The opposite
in fact.

   Tina sat there for at least 10 long minutes breathing deeply and softly
sighing to herself.  During this time she looked everywhere except at the
water.  The last thing she wanted to do was think of fucking water.  Her
short break seemed to make her feel a lot better, but it did result in her
having to go to the bathroom an extra time.

   The one good thing Tina had going for her was that her piss seemed to be
completely colorless and odorless.  It also had virtually no taste to it.

   It took all of her willpower to do so, but she opened up the 3rd bottle
of water.  The bottle seemed almost too heavy for her to lift though. 
Right when she was starting to pour it into the bowl the door opened.

   Tina felt like screaming at her master.  If she had the strength she
probably would have.  She felt she had drunk the water pretty fast, yet was
only half way done.  How could he possible expect her to have completed it
all by now?

   "Don't worry, your time is not up yet," her master said as though
reading her mind.  "I just thought I would check on your progress."

   Tina felt a hair better than just 10 minutes ago, but she was still a
bit dizzy.  She wanted to tell him how bad she felt but didn't want to get
whipped.  Her master inspected her bowl and the bottles closely.  He also
checked around her area to make sure no tiny pools of piss were still
there.

   "Hmm," he said as though contemplating something.  "I tell you what,
finish off that bowl and then we will see if you need to finish the rest of
the water."

   Tina wasn't sure what would be the deciding factor on this decision, but
she sure as hell was going to give one hell of a performance just in case
that was part of the evaluation.  There was only about 1.5 inches of water
in the bowl and she eagerly lapped it all up.

   Once she finished, she knelt back up and gave her master the best smile
she could.

   "Do you think you can pee for me sugar?" her master asked.

   "Yes, master," Tina said as she nodded her head up and down.  Boy could
she pee for him.  She felt like she could pee a river for him if that is
what he wanted.

   Tina went to get into her pee position but when she hiked up her leg she
realized her master hadn't backed away from her hole.  Did he want her to
pee on him?  Tina doubted it so she backed away.  She did it slowly though
just in case he actually did want that.  She managed to get several feet
away though without him complaining.

   It seemed plenty far so she hiked up her leg and started pissing.  Sure
enough, not a drop reached her master's feet.

   "Hmm," he said again as he knelt down and looked at her pee.

   Tina stared down at the pee also.  She couldn't imagine what he was
looking for or at though.  Piss was piss.  Whatever he was looking for, she
sure as hell hoped he found it.

   "The goal was to get the water to come out as pure as it went in," he
seemed to say more to himself than to Tina.  "Does that look like it is
pure to you?"

   This last sentence was directed at her and Tina frantically nodded her
head up and down and gave him the equivalent verbal response.

   "I don't know, are you absolutely sure that is pure water that came
out?" he said.  "Maybe you should drink the other two bottles just to be
sure."

   "No!" Tina responded way to loudly.  "Sorry, master.  I mean, I'm
positive it's pure, master."

   "Then you wouldn't mind licking it off the floor," he replied with a
smile.

   "I...um...  Master, I...um," Tina was at a loss for words and finally
just stopped trying to formulate a sentence.

   Tina looked down at the large pool of piss and then over at the two
remaining bottles of water.  Then she looked back at the pool of piss and
once more at the two bottles.  She just couldn't drink her own piss.  But,
she felt as though she would literally die if she drank the remaining
water. She still felt so bad after the first two bottles that she wasn't
all that sure she wouldn't die anyway.

   "Why did I have to piss so much?" Tina thought as she slowly lowered her
face to the huge pool.

   As her face got close she sniffed at it.  It was indeed pretty odorless
like her last batch of piss.  She then delicately stuck her tongue out and
put it in the piss.  She pulled her tongue back in and then closed her
mouth.  It had been only a few drops, but from what she could tell it did
in deed seem pretty bland.  There was still some piss flavor to it but
nothing strong.

   She put her face back down to the pool and used her tongue to lap at it
like she had been taught.  She kept lapping until she had cleared a good
3-inch circle of it.  She then knelt back up.  What little flavor there was
seemed to just linger in her mouth.  As though all the flavor had somehow
stuck to her tongue.  It was extremely gross, but she gave her master a big
smile.

   "All of it."

   Her master didn't actually utter the words, but the gesture he gave her
made it clear this was what was expected.  Tears started falling from her
eyes as she leaned back over and started licking again.  She didn't want to
cry but she just couldn't help it.  How could her master make her do such a
repulsive thing?

   "Good bitch," her master said over 15 minutes later as she licked the
final drops off the floor.

   Tina didn't think she preferred "good bitch" to "good girl".  They both
made her sound like she was a dog, but "good bitch" sounded almost as
though he might actually be angry with her.  She figured though that as
long as the word "good" was in there then she was probably safe.

   Tina felt like Christmas had come early when she seen her master pick up
the empty and full water bottles and walk away.

   A few minutes later her master returned with a very large glass of
greenish liquid.  She didn't want to drink anything else, but when he
ordered her to do so she did.  She started trying to lick it out with her
tongue but her master told her she could drink normally this time.

   The liquid tasted like a sports drink.  However, there was a little bit
of a medicine taste to it also.  At first Tina wasn't so hot about drinking
more liquid, but this was almost like heaven.  Even with the slight
medicine taste it was a million times better than what she had just drank.
Tina had to pee an additional time before she could finish the glass, but
her master didn't make her lick the piss up this time.

   To her surprise, Tina felt tons better by the time she did finish
drinking the green liquid.  She felt pretty tired still and had a little
bit of a headache, but she no longer felt as though she might die at any
moment.

   Tina lay on her side and watched dreamily as her master started putting
the camera away.  She was fast asleep though before he left the room.

   9.

   When Tina woke she was hopelessly confused as to whether it was night or
day.  She was pretty sure she had guessed correctly the last time she woke,
but now there were a lot more variables.

   A lot of these variables conflicted also.  For example, she had not
received her daily enema so it made sense that it was the same day. 
However, she also felt extremely refreshed which told her she had probably
gotten at least another 7 or 8 hours sleep.  Tina finally compromised and
guessed that it must just be really late at night.

   As Tina shook off the cobwebs she wondered if maybe her master had put
sleeping drugs in her drink earlier.  Maybe she actually slept more like 12
to 15 hours.  She certainly felt refreshed enough...  as well as hungry
enough for that to have happened.  It would have explained the medicine
taste in the drink.

   But then Tina vaguely remembered getting up at least twice to pee during
this sleep cycle.  She doubted she would have been able to do that had she
been drugged like that.  Tina brought a hand to her mouth in shock when she
couldn't remember if she had cleaned her area and hands correctly after
each of the pisses.  She kind of remembered feeling the piss run down her
legs, but nothing about the cleaning part.

   Tina glanced around her area and seen no pools of piss, so she guessed
she must have at least pushed it all down the hole.  It was hot in the room
but also a little humid, she doubted all the piss could have evaporated by
now.  Tina had nightmare after nightmare of her master standing over her
while she licked piss off the floor.  She felt a hair ill when she realized
that it was possible that in her drowsiness she might have actually licked
the floors clean.  A chill ran down her spine and she pushed this thought
out of her head.

   Unable to come up with any solid answers, Tina decided to just worry
about her immediate needs.  The main one of which was food.  She hadn't
felt so hungry in her entire life.  She glanced over and seen a dog bowl in
her area.  However, when she looked in it she found liquid and not food.

   Tina never thought she would say this for the rest of her life, but she
actually did feel a little thirsty as well.  As she crawled closer to the
bowl she was delighted to see that it was more of the green stuff and not
just bland water.

   Tina looked across the room at the door and for an instant thought about
picking the bowl up and drinking that way.  However, the thought of her
master finding out and putting her through another day of drinking lessons
made her realize it wasn't worth the risk.

   As she lapped at the fluid she realized her tongue was not as sore as
she thought it was going to be.  Lapping up the liquid was still
uncomfortable, but bearable.

   The green drink settled her stomach down a little, but she still felt
rather empty.

   "I could eat a horse," Tina thought to herself.

   She turned a little pale when she realized that she probably had been
eating horse.  Or at least she heard once that was what was in dog food. 
It definitely would explain the bad taste.  Tina prayed though that this
was just some kind of rumor.  She couldn't imagine why someone would bother
starting such a rumor though.

   Minutes turned to hours as Tina sat in her corner waiting for her
master's return.  When it came time to piss again, she even did her best
performance in hopes that he might somehow be watching her.  Nothing
happened though once she finished.

   Tina spent some time just staring around the room.  She even started
playing a little game to see how many things she could count.  There were
16 items on the table, 17 if you counted the table itself.  There was the
bed, the springboard and the cotton sheet.  There was the strange chest
high large triangle thingy next to the bed.  There were 5 large
cabinets/wardrobes against the far wall, each with 2 doors each.  On and on
she went.  She even counted things she couldn't see from her location but
knew existed, like the tiny wooden triangle and the two shackles on the
floor at the foot of the bed.  There was also the camera, toilet and TV
equipment which she assumed were behind the big curtain.

   When she finally ran out of things to count, Tina tried reciting her
rules again.  She had studied them too well the last time though and had no
problem reciting them in order.  She still said them over again several
times before she realized she was just wasting time.  Which of course was a
silly reason to stop since that had been the goal.

   Tina guessed it had been 3 to 4 hours before the door finally opened. 
It had been a significantly shorter time than her last time alone, but
somehow she had felt a lot more bored.  She also felt a lot more excitement
when the door did open.  This scared Tina.  Would a time come when just
minutes away from her master would seem like torture?

   Her master had never specified if he preferred her to stand or kneel in
his presence.  But Tina assumed kneeling was probably the best option. 
Tina not only knelt for her master but even put her hands behind her head
like she knew a slave was supposed too.

   Scott tried his best not to look at his slave, but he couldn't help but
glance her way when he seen her get into a standard slave pose.  He was
sure she probably read about it on the internet or possibly her old master
had told her how to do it.  Still, it conjured up fantasies of her father
or an uncle training her this way.  His dick started to get hard when an
even better fantasy of her mother training her came to mind.  God, what he
wouldn't pay to watch some videos of that training.

   Scott desperately wanted to walk over to the girl and fuck her face
again.  However, he had a schedule to follow.  He went behind the curtain
and grabbed the hole stretcher.  Or at least that was what Scott called it.


   It was an 8-foot long 4x4 with dildos bolted onto it.  The dildos were
placed one foot apart along the length of the 4x4, each one slightly larger
than the previous one.  Scott read once that a similar device was used by
the Romans to help loosen up new young boy "employees" in the baths.  He
wasn't sure the story was true.

   He doubted the Romans had dildos like his though.  They were each around
1 foot high and made of a jelly-like material.  What made them special
though was that as you neared the bottom the dildo suddenly expanded out to
twice the width and then back down to it's normal size.  This protrusion
looked like a ball had been placed near the base.  They were basically 7
inches of dildo, 4 inches of ball and then 2 more inches of dildo again.

   The ball helped a lot with stretching the subs, but he mainly liked it
because the subs always made pretty little screams when they managed to
finally pop the ball inside.  The real stretching, however, came from the
fact that each dildo along the board was slightly larger than the prior
one. The first one started out around 1 inch wide with a 2-inch ball.  The
next one was 1.25 inches with a 2.5-inch ball.  They increased in size like
this all the way up to the 8th one, which was 2.75 inches thick with a
5.5-inch ball.  Needless to say, any slave that could make it to the end of
the board had a pretty stretched out hole...  or two.

   Which hole was stretched really depended on the sub.  For example, if a
sub had a nice ass or maybe seemed "shy" about taking it up the ass, then
of course that would be the hole to stretch.  The ones that Scott couldn't
decide on, they got both holes stretched normally.

   There was no question about Tina though.  She definitely was going to
get her asshole stretched.  She had the cutest ass he had ever seen.  The
only thing he could think of that would make it look better is if a huge
dildo was up it.

   Scott loved the looks on the subs' faces when they first seen the hole
stretcher.  Tina didn't disappoint.  Her eyes got very big.  She also
completely forgot about her little submissive pose performance and shuffled
back into her corner as though seeking shelter.

   Scott put the 4x4 on the floor in Tina's area.  Tina's leg chain was
actually too short to allow her to reach all 8 feet of the board.  However,
she would be lucky to even make it half way up the board in one session. 
And even if she did make it further, the board wasn't so heavy that she
couldn't lift it off the ground and turn it around so she could get at the
bottom set of dildos.  It would be a ton of heavy work for a girl her size
but it was doable.

   Scott slapped his thigh with his hand.  Tina just stared at him so he
went to the table and grabbed his belt.  Tina tried to cower from the belt,
but there wasn't a position she could possibly take that wouldn't leave at
least one good target.  Like most subs, Tina offered up her back.  Scott
made sure this hit was pretty strong.  Tina screamed at the top of her
lungs as an angry red stripe quickly appeared across her back.

   Scott walked back over to the board and slapped his hand against his
thigh.  He knew he hadn't taught her this nonverbal command yet, but the
girl needed to start thinking more like a dog.  He thought she had learned
this lesson during their last session when she had willingly pissed like a
dog without having to be told to do so.  It wasn't uncommon for a sub to
have a relapse like this though.  So, there really wasn't a need for
excessive punishment.

   He was pleased when Tina realized what the slap meant and crawled over
to him.  She even stayed on all fours like a dog when she reached him.  In
time he would teach her that the proper position to take was to kneel with
her hands angled out in front of her like a dog begging.  This position
would work for now though.

   "Good bitch," Scott praised as he walked back over to the table.

   Scott loved this part.  It was the part where they learned which hole he
planned to stretch.  He grabbed a tub of Crisco and walked back to Tina's
side.  He held it with his left hand and then dipped the fingers of his
right hand into it.  Scott heard Tina let out a gasp when his fingers
started greasing up her back passage.

   "That's right bitch, we are going to stretch that asshole of yours,"
Scott only thought this but was tempted to actually say it.  He didn't want
to sound too excited though.

   He greased up the outside and then started working large quantities up
her rectum.  While he did this he wondered if he shouldn't just start her
out on peg number 2 or 3.  But he decided she might as well start at the
beginning.

   Once she was well greased, Scott put the Crisco back on the table and
wiped his hand with a rag.  He then picked the belt back up.

   "Get that first peg up your ass!" Scott ordered.

   Tina rushed into position and started working the dildo inside.  Most
subs go slow at first but Tina slid down the dildo like it was nothing. 
She grunted a little when the ball went in but even that didn't slow her
down much.  He was pleased with his slave, yet kind of disappointed that he
hadn't gotten a reason to whip her a few extra times.

   As Tina caught her breath, Scott grabbed the camera and set it up.  He
didn't plan to return for several hours so he made sure he plugged it into
the outlet.

   "Okay, here are the rules for this exercise," Scott said.  "I will be
going out for a few hours.  While I'm gone you will try to see how big of a
peg you can take.  Once you get a peg all the way up your ass you are to
stay on it and count out loud to 500.  Then you pull yourself up and start
working on the next largest plug.

   "I want you to know ahead of time that I plan to punished you later
regardless of how well you do.  It's not because you have done anything
wrong, it's just the way this exercise works.  You see, the more impressed
I am with your progress, the lighter that punishment will be."

   Tina looked at her master in horror as he told her this last little
nugget of information.  She was going to be punished regardless of how well
she did.  The only control she had over it was how bad the punishment would
be.  Tina felt like crying but didn't want to give her master the pleasure.

   "Ahh!" Tina yelled when the belt suddenly slapped across her chest.

   The pain was so great that she instinctively stood up in an attempt to
escape.  She held her ground though and squatted back down.  She let out a
grunt as she forced the dildo all the way back up her ass again.  It took
her only a second to realize what she had done wrong.  When her master had
stopped talking she had forgotten to start counting out loud.

   "Good bitch," her master said once she started counting.

   Tina assumed that 1-second count intervals was what was expected.  Tina
always got little tingles when she put object up her ass.  However, those
tingles were always mixed with a bit of an uncomfortable feeling deep in
her guts.  Especially when the object was as long as this dildo.  Still,
she felt the slower she counted the better.  The longer she sat here the
longer it would be before she had to start working on the next dildo.  She
was pretty sure she could easily handle it as well, but the ones following
that one looked a bit scarier to her.

   She was just thankful that she hadn't been given a time restriction on
how long to spend trying to get a dildo up her.  Well, in a way she figured
she had.  If she spent all of her time pretending to struggle with the next
dildo then her master would probably skin her alive with that damn belt.

   Tina had barely passed 100 when her master left the room.  She knew the
camera was still running so she kept on counting.  It was hard to think
while she was counting out loud like that.  She hadn't decided yet,
however, if this was a good thing or a bad thing.  It did give her mind
something to do, but at the same time all she seemed to be able to focus on
was the counting and the feel of the dildo stretching her ass.

   When she finally reached 500, Tina slid off the first dildo and stepped
forward and started crouching down over the next one.  She found it was
indeed much easier to think now that she wasn't counting anymore.  While
this dildo stretched her slightly more, it was still a nice break from the
counting.  She didn't delay too much though.  She just made sure that her
trip down the dildo was a gradual one.

   Tina gritted her teeth and let out a loud grunt as she forced her
asshole to pucker around the ball.  She had taken larger objects up her
ass, but it had been at least a couple days since she had worn a plug and
it took her asshole a few seconds to adjust.  She let out a huge sigh of
relief as it finally popped inside.  This ball had been much bigger than
the prior one.  She quickly caught her breath and started counting.

   As Tina stood up to move to the next dildo something suddenly occurred
to her and she glanced over at the table.  Sure enough, everything was
still there like she remembered.  Including the key to her ankle chain!  It
was all well out of reach in days past, but now she had 8 additional feet
of reach available to her.

   As Tina squatted over the next dildo she started analyzing everything in
her head.  She was positive the 8-foot 4x4 would easily reach the keys.  It
would take a lot of effort and patience, but she was sure she could use the
4x4 to drag the keys along the table's slick top.  Then it would just be a
few feet across the tiled floor before it was within reach.

   There were of course other things to work out.  For example, could she
reach the latch above the door that opened it?  She got excited when she
realized that there were many objects in the room and behind the curtain
she could probably pull over to the door and climb up on to reach the
lever.

   The only thing that caused Tina delay was the unknown factors.  Is it
possible there was an additional lock on the other side of the door?  Was
Jeremy on the other side of the door guarding it?  Or, even worse, what if
her master hadn't left yet or was even watching her?

   Tina didn't make her decision until the ball at the bottom of the dildo
started forcing her asshole wide.  She had to try.  She just couldn't keep
living like this.  If she was caught her master might whip her to death,
but she wasn't so sure death could be all that worse than what her master
probably had planned for her.

   Just to be on the safe side, she decided she needed to buy at least 10
more minutes.  Her master had only been out of the room maybe 20 minutes at
most.  A total wait of 30 minutes would help ensure he was out of the house
and still give her plenty of time to escape.  Or so she hoped.  So, Tina
gritted her teeth and forced her asshole to slide over the ball.  She then
started counting again just in case.

   At that very moment, Scott actually was out of the house already.  He
was already on the highway with Jeremy in the back seat.  He had decided it
was best that he make another appearance at the club after all.  He knew he
was just being paranoid, but figured he would look less suspicious if he
made a few appearances during the next week or so after the girl's
disappearance.  Not that he had seen any news reports on the girl.  But,
when those reports did surface he was sure the date of her disappearance
would be given.

   He also realized he had made a major mistake getting the blood work done
so soon.  His lab tech friend was pretty discrete, but it wouldn't surprise
him if they guy had already leaked it indirectly to his other companions.

   Scott could hardly get upset with his friend though since it was very
common for them all to talk about each other's activities.  Or at least the
basic stuff like who just got a new sub or who was currently looking.

   If Scott showed up at the club with Jeremy then they would all think his
most recent find had been a failure.  This was a little ritual that Scott
had whenever he got a horrible sub by accident.  He would tie her up and
blind fold her, then drive her a few miles away and let her loose.  He
would then pack Jeremy up in the car and go to the club to work off some
steam.

   The owner of the club always frowned when people brought their dogs in,
but he allowed it as long as they didn't do anything out in the open with
them.  Not all of his customers wanted to see that sick shit.  That was
what all the private rooms in the back were for.

   Scott always took Jeremy straight into one of the back rooms and chained
him up in there.  He then would go back out and find a good sub.  It was
this poor sub's duty to be Scott's plaything for the night.  He often let a
lot of the dominants in the bar come watch also.  It only lasted a few
hours but Scott normally put this sub through most of the things he had
planned to do to the other sub prior to finding out they didn't fully meet
his standards.

   Of course, Scott was normally in such a rush to find this temporary
replacement that he got a sub that wasn't much better than the one he just
tossed away.  It didn't matter much though, Scott got his frustrations out
and his buddies got a nice show.  Everyone came out a winner...  except the
sub of course.  Scott didn't feel sorry for these temporary subs though. 
All the subs knew shit like this was bound to happen to them from time to
time.  It was just a part of a sub's life.

   His little tantrums surprisingly made him even more popular with some of
the more experienced subs.  However, it always did the opposite with the
newer ones.  But that was okay, new subs showed up almost every week.  It
often took a week or two before new subs were welcomed into the inner
circle with the rest.  This gave Scott, and the other dominants, plenty of
time to trap them into a contract and break them in good.

   As Scott thought about his night, Tina was back in the dungeon straining
to slide the key off the table.  Tina was sweating profusely from all the
work it had taken just to lift the 4x4 to begin with.  Then, she had to get
one end of it onto the table.  However, once that was accomplished the rest
was much easier.  She just had to slide it up the table till the end
reached the keys, then push down on her end so the other end would raise
over the keys.  Push forward and then let it drop back down.  Once on top
of the keys she then slid the 4x4 back her direction.

   The only problem she had was that the key kept sliding out from under
the board.  It took her 5 tries before it finally fell to the floor.  A
little more work and the key was finally in her hand.

   Tina of course was extremely nervous as she did all of this.  The key
hadn't even left the table when she realized she had an urgent need to
piss. She couldn't waste any time though so she just let her piss run down
her leg and continued to work.  A few days ago this would have seemed the
grossest thing possible, but right now she barely even noticed.

   "Finally!" Tina said to herself when she got the key in her hand.

   Her joy came to an end and her heart sunk when she put the key into the
lock but it wouldn't turn.  She fiddled with it again and again, but after
15 minutes she realized this key was not a match for this lock.  The brand
on the key was the same and it even looked the same as the one her master
had used to unlock her when he took her to the bed, but it wasn't the same
one.  Her master had tricked her by switching the keys.

   Somehow he had known she would try to do what she did.  It concerned her
that her master might know her this well already.  Or, maybe this was just
a test of obedience he tried on all his slaves.  A test she clearly had
failed.

   Tina sat there for several long minutes wondering what she should do. 
She thought about trying to toss everything back on the table that had
fallen off.  She could even get a hold of the video camera and erase the
memory somehow.  But she knew her master would know she had tampered with
the camera and probably even notice the stuff on the table had moved.

   She thought about other methods of escape but none were all that viable.
She doubted she could knock a hole in the wall with the 4x4 even if she was
strong enough to swing it effectively.  She did spend 10 minutes trying to
pull her chain from the wall.  She wrapped the chain around the 4x4 and
tried to use it as a lever.  The chain was secured to the wall much better
than she had thought and all she managed to do was scrape a little skin off
her ankle.

   In short, she was doomed and she knew it.  She was so scared that she
would have killed herself if she could.  She even tried to think of a way
to do it with the items on hand.  She thought about using the 4x4 but
figured the best she would probably be able to do by herself was knock
herself out.

   In the end, she finally just gave up and put the 4x4 back into position
and started working on the next dildo.  She didn't even bother trying to
replace the items on the table.  She knew that to do so would look like she
was trying to cover up her disobedience and that this would make her
punishment even worse.  If she tried really hard with the dildos then
maybe, just maybe, she would live through whatever punishment her master
decided for her.

   It was just over 3 hours before her master finally returned.  By then
her asshole was very sore.  She had managed to take the 1.75-inch dildo but
just couldn't quite get the 4-inch ball on the 2-inch dildo past her anal
ring.  It wasn't from the lack of trying though.  She just knew that if she
could get that up her ass then her master would surely have to show some
leniency.  At one point she actually thought it was going to pop in but her
asshole felt like it might tear so she had to back off the ball.  She kept
trying after that but never made any further progress.

   "I'm sorry, master," Tina said the second Scott opened the door.  She
knew talking without permission was punishable, but breaking this rule
seemed trivial now.

   Scott wasn't surprised at what he seen though.  Most of his subs never
tried to escape like this.  But some did.  Normally, the ones that tried
were always the newer ones that actually thought Scott planned to keep them
locked up forever.  The others that didn't try to escape were pretty
positive they would be released within 14 days.  They may have decided they
didn't want to stay for those full 14 days, but it certainly wasn't worth
the risk of getting caught trying to escape.

   For Tina to try to escape was completely understandable since for all
intentional purposes Scott did plan to keep her forever.  And Tina had
surely worked this out by now.  He didn't blame the girl for trying and
even was a little proud at how good of a try she had accomplished. 
However, that didn't mean she wasn't going to be punished.

   Scott didn't say anything.  He just started putting everything back on
the table where it belonged.  He then put the camera away and came back to
Tina.

   Tina was still trying to force the 4-inch ball up her ass when her
master ordered her to get off.  He then dragged the 4x4 across the room and
washed it down good with a hose he pulled out of one of the cabinets.  Tina
felt it was a strange place to keep a garden hose.  The water faucet
obviously was inside the cabinet as well.  While odd, she had to admit that
this wasn't any stranger than anything else in the room.

   The general area of the hose did make sense.  There was a large empty
area in the middle of the room.  The floor in this area had a very gentle
slope to it which all lead toward a large drain in the middle.  Unlike the
drain in Tina's area, this one was a good 6 inches wide and had a metal
cover on it with a bunch of quarter-inch holes in it.

   Her master gave the 4x4 a good rinse and then put it back behind the
curtain.  Once he put the hose away he walked out of the room.

   "We will talk about this tomorrow," he said right before shutting the
door.

   This night was one of the longest nights of Tina's life.  She at least
now knew it was night, but this bit of information seemed ultra trivial
now. She spent every waking moment worrying about what her master was going
to do to her.  She cried for over 2 hours before she finally fell asleep.

   When Tina woke she noticed there were two dog bowls and not just one. 
Her master must have come in earlier while she slept.  A part of her was
actually happy that her master was calm enough to at least not start
punishing her the second he woke up.  But then, it was also possible this
was just a last meal of sorts.

   Tina started crying when she realized that her last meal might actually
be dog food.  For a minute she thought about not eating it.  But she was so
hungry.  Plus, she might make her master happy if she did.  Well, maybe not
happy but at least not as pissed.

   The dog bowl was only a quarter full, but it was more than enough food
for Tina.  In fact, she was full long before finishing.  She kept on eating
though until it was all gone.  The more she ate though the worse it seemed
to taste.  She guessed this was because she was no longer hungry toward the
end.

   Tina even drank her water properly and took her piss as she had been
taught.  However, when she went to push her piss down the drain she was
shocked to find that her drain had been plugged.  She had been so nervous
that she had somehow overlooked it.  There wasn't anything fancy about it
though, it was just a normal drain plug similar to what she used to use in
the bathtub back home.

   But why had her master put it there?  One thing she did know sas that it
wasn't by accident.  There was a purpose and Tina blushed as she realized
what that purpose might be.  When she glanced over and seen the camera
running she knew she was right.  Her master had taken away her drain
privileges.

   In past days Tina had absolutely hated that damn drain.  But right now
she would have sold her soul to use it.  It was a simple drain plug and
Tina knew she could easily remove it.  But if her master wanted the drain
plugged then plugged it would stay.

   Unfortunately, this conflicted with rule number 5 that said she had to
keep her area clean.  There was only one answer but the thought of it made
her almost throw up all the dog food she had just eaten.  The only thing
that stopped her was the thought of then having to clean that off the floor
as well.

   Crying, Tina knelt down and started licking her piss off the floor.  Her
piss smelled and tasted much stronger than the last time she had been made
to do this.  The flavor made her gag a few times but she didn't get sick.

   "I deserve this," Tina kept thinking to herself as she lapped the mess
up.

   Tina believed it also.  She had tried to escape from her master and even
she knew this was one of the worst things a slave could do.  She deserved
this and much more.  And she was certain that much more was indeed to come.

   After she finished, Tina huddled in her corner wondering what else her
punishment might include.  She turned pale and then a tint of green when
she realized that maybe her master had removed her enema and plastic toilet
privileges as well.

   "Gawd, will I have to eat my own shit also?" Tina thought in horror.

   Tina knew she would rather die than do such a thing.  Tina decided right
then that she would remove the plug and push her feces down the pipe if it
came to that.  Her master would no doubt discover this, but she didn't
care. He couldn't possibly do anything to her that would make her willingly
eat it.  Could he?

   These putrid thoughts were still running through her mind when her
master returned.

   "Did you piss already?" he asked.

   Tina thought she had upset him again by not waiting for him to be
present before drinking the piss up.  However, when she confirmed she had
he simply turned the video camera off and placed it on the table.

   He then went behind the big curtain.  Tina held her breath as she waited
to see what he was going to bring out.  She smiled wide when she seen him
carrying the plastic toilet.  Sure enough, her master pulled the plug from
the drain and placed the toilet into position.  Next he rolled out the
enema pole and bag.

   The enema turned out to be a bit warm but Tina didn't complain.  She
didn't even do so when her master gave her way more than he had the prior
time.  She didn't know the exact amount but she did know her poor tummy was
bloated way out before he was satisfied.  It almost looked like she was
pregnant.  It was extremely uncomfortable also.  She thought for sure her
belly would blow up at any second.

   Her master made her hold it in for over 5 minutes also.  It felt so good
when she expelled it that she actually had a small orgasm.  It wasn't as
big as the last time she had had one this way, but she could tell her
master had noticed.

   He filled her up like this 3 more times, but she hold back her orgasms
on those.  It wasn't easy though.  Just the embarrassing thought of having
them in front of her master somehow made her feel even more like having
one.

   "What do you think I should do about how you talked without permission
last night?" her master asked after putting the enema equipment and plastic
toilet away.

   "W...whip me with the belt, master," Tina whispered.

   What else could she have said?  From what Tina could tell, the low end
of her master's punishment scale involved the belt.  And she sure wasn't
going to suggest anything worse than that.

   "What do you think I should do about your escape attempt?" he then
asked.

   Tina swallowed hard when she heard him mention the dreaded escape
attempt.  For a moment she almost thought he had somehow miraculously
forgotten about the incident.

   "Make me drink my pee, master?" Tina said more as a question than an
answer.

   "Oh, you will be doing that alright," he said while laughing.  "I plan
to put that plug on your drain every other day until you really please me
or I feel you have paid enough for your crime."

   Tina felt ill when she heard this.  She knew he would probably leave the
plug on for a day or two.  She also knew, however, that eventually he would
have to remove it.  She figured that eventually she would burst or simply
die if she kept drinking her piss and water all the time.  It never dawned
on her that he might plug it one day and then remove it the next and keep
on rotating like that.  She could end up having to drink her piss
indefinitely if she kept on screwing up.  As bad as this sounded, she could
tell he was about to add to the penalty.  And sure enough, he did.

   Tina watched as her master walked back behind the curtain.  She got a
sinking feeling when she heard him digging around and moving things out of
the way.  Finally, he came back out holding a big metal chair of some kind.
It was made of a shiny stainless steel and was so heavy that even her
master had trouble carrying it.

   There was a loud bang as he put it down on the floor.  This was followed
by a long high-pitched screech as he slid it further into her area.  The
chair looked almost like a prison electric chair only made of metal.  Or at
least it looked like the electric chairs she had seen in old movies.  The
front two legs of the chair had leather ankle binds and there were similar
leather cuffs on the arms of the chair.  There was even a long leather
safety belt of sorts hanging down on one side.  Once secured it looked like
this long belt would fit around her just above her waist.

   There wasn't a metal cap for her head like the chairs in the movies had.
However, there were a couple chains that looked like they were designed to
connect to her leather collar.  Tina didn't like the looks of this chair
one bit.

   "Get in the chair," her master ordered.

   Tina stood her ground.  She wanted to obey but she was just too scared.

   "I want to go home," Tina mumbled as she began crying.

   "Get in the fucking chair bitch," her master growled.

   Her master's voice this time scared her even more than the chair.  So
she slowly moved her shaking body in front of it and sat down.  Goosebumps
rose all over her body as the ice-cold metal touched her bare skin.

   Her master went right into action and had her secured to the chair in
seconds.  She could tell by the way he did it that he had used this chair
many times in the past on other girls.  She was mainly concerned for her
own welfare, but she also couldn't help but wonder what had happened to
these other girls.  Had he killed them in this chair?  All she knew for
sure was that she had yet to see or even hear voices of other girls since
her arrival.  It had been only her, her master and that damn mutt.

   After she was secured, her master turned and left the room.  Tina
shivered in the chair for almost 5 minutes before he returned.  When he did
he was carrying what looked like a TV tray.  While the legs on the TV tray
looked similar, they didn't look like they were foldable like other TV
trays Tina had seen.  The surface on top wasn't just flat either; it had a
2-inch high lip that went around it.  The main difference, however, was the
material it was made of.  The entire TV tray looked to be made out of the
exact same stainless steel that the chair was.

   As her master put the TV tray down next to the chair, Tina could finally
see over the top lip.  Whatever was in the tray, however, was covered by a
big long white cloth.  Tina started to strain against her bonds though when
she caught smell of the tray.  She knew that smell.  It smelled like a
hospital.  All kinds of horrible thoughts raced through her head as to what
might be under that white cloth.  She didn't have to wonder long though
because her master reached up and pulled it away.

   Tina peed herself and then almost fainted when she seen the tray
contained a syringe and several small medical bottles.  Tina was almost
unconscious when she shot back awake.  Her master was holding something
under her nose and boy was it awful.

   Now wide awake, Tina went to scream for help but her master had been
prepared for this also.  Her scream had barely started when his hand came
up and shoved a gag into her mouth.  The gag filled her mouth but Tina
still tried to scream around it.  She was able to make some noise but not
much.  She knew that no one could hear her even if she wasn't gagged, so
she finally gave up.

   Tina kept looking down at the tray in horror.  In her panic she did
manage to note that there wasn't anything else on the tray.  There were no
scalpels or hacksaws or heaven's knows what else he could have easily used
on her if he had wanted too.

   She kept telling herself that it could be worse.  But this didn't seem
to calm her down much.

   "This is a special blend of mine," her master told her as he picked up
the syringe and pushed the needle into a tiny hole at the top of one of the
jars.  "Among other things, it has something in it that will prevent
infection.  Unfortunately for you, this attribute has a small side effect.
I'm sure you will soon realize what the side effect is."

   Tina tried to scream again as her master filled the syringe and then
brought the needle toward her.

   "No!  Not there!" she tried to yell.

   Her master hadn't gone for her arm like she had assumed he would. 
Instead, he held her stead with his free hand and then brought the point of
the needle against her left breast right on the outer limit of her areola.
She knew he must have just been trying to scare her.  She just knew it.  No
one would ever inject something there.

   "He's sticking the needle in!  He's actually sticking it in!" Tina
thought in disbelief as the needle slowly poked under her skin.

   She watched in horror as her master's thumb rose up over the syringe's
plunger and started pressing.  Tina quickly looked back down at her nipple.
She felt sick when she seen a bump rise up as the liquid was injected just
under the skin.  At first it felt a little cold but then it got very warm
and began to sting, a lot!  Tina yelled into her gag for almost a minute
before the stinging finally faded and she was left with just a very hot
burning sensation.  The heat was bad but bearable.  Tina would gladly live
with that burning for the rest of her life if it meant not having to feel
that sting again.

   However, she had no more than made this offer to God when her master
pulled the needle from her chest and moved the point to a spot about 1 inch
further away from her nipple.  A couple seconds later the needle was
injecting the liquid under her skin again.  She prayed that the pain would
be more bearable this far away from her nipple, but it wasn't.

   Again and again her master injected her left breast.  He injected it
about everywhere, but mainly around the nipple.  He didn't stop until he
had gone through 2 full bottles.  While this was going on, Tina prayed she
would just die or at least pass out.  But she was not granted such a
luxury. Though, she did come close to passing out when the last shot was
done through the nipple itself.  This shot felt almost worse than all the
others combined.  A long stream of piss shot out of her as her master
injected her there.  She was positive she would have lost control of her
bowels also had they not already been empty.

   "Now you know what your tit will probably look like once you start
maturing," her master said with a chuckle.

   Tina didn't find it funny as she looked down at her red and swollen
breast.

   "Do you want me to do your other tit or do you think you have learned
your lesson?" her master asked as he took her gag out.

   "Please no more, master," Tina pleaded.  "I will be good.  I promise."

   Her master put his hand to his chin as though debating what to do, then
put the needle back down on the tray.

   "I really didn't like doing that to you sugar, but you know as well as I
do that it was necessary," he told her.  "And I can assure you that next
time you fuck up this bad your punishment will make this look like child's
play."

   Tina was extremely glad her ordeal was over, but she still almost peed
herself at the thought of getting a punishment even worse than this. 
Tina's heart didn't stop racing until her master left the room with the TV
tray.  It wasn't until he came back with empty hands did she really settle
down.

   She expected him to come straight to her and undo her bonds, but he
didn't.  Instead he went to the table again.

   "But..." Tina started to say but bit her tongue.

   Her master had gotten the belt off the table and was headed her way.

   "So, how many do you think you should get?" her master asked.

   Tina was speechless.  Did he actually plan to whip her?  Surely she had
been punished enough already.

   "Well?" he asked again.  "You were the one that wanted to be whipped for
speaking without permission.  All I'm asking is how many times would you
like to be hit."

   "T...ten, master," Tina finally said.

   Tina wanted to say zero, or just one or two at most.  However, she knew
such an answer would just enrage her master.  He would probably give her 50
if she said that.  Or worse, he might go back and get the syringe again. 
Ten still seemed low compared to her first day here, but she hoped it would
be high enough.  Or, at worse only be doubled instead of brought all the
way up to 40 or 50.

   "You really are a pain slut aren't you?" her master said with a laugh.
"How about we just give you 5 and then see if you really want the other 5?"

   "Yes, master," Tina quickly said before he decided to change his mind or
something.

   She would have never dreamed he would lower the number but she wasn't
going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

   "AHH!!!" Tina yelled when the belt suddenly lashed out at her.

   She had assumed the hits would be against her back or butt.  But her
master hadn't even removed her from the chair.  He just swung the belt at
her chest and hit her across both nipples at the same time.  The pain from
her right breast was horrible but it was the left swollen one that was
completely unbearable.  Her scream lasted for almost 30 seconds before her
eyes rolled up in the back of her head and she passed out.

   She shot back awake just seconds later thanks to that awful smell.  She
was barely aware of where she was when the belt slapped against her chest
again.  As she screamed at the top of her lungs her master hit her 3
additional times.  Or at least she assumed it was 3 more times because he
finally stopped and tossed the belt back onto the table.  To Tina it was
just one big agonizing burst of pain.

   As her screams came to an end, Tina opened her eyes to find her master
standing next to her masturbating.  She instinctively turned her head
toward him the best she could and opened her mouth but he didn't move
forward in order to feed it to her.  So, she closed her mouth and just
watched to see what he had planned.

   Tina had noticed his hard on but until then she thought he actually
didn't really enjoy using the needles on her.  He hadn't even filmed it. 
Yet, here he was masturbating.  Did that mean he really did enjoy punishing
her like this.  And if so, why not film it?  Tina dreaded one possible
answer to that question.  That answer being that he didn't film it because
there would be plenty of other opportunities to do so.

   She was still thinking this when she felt her master's cum start to
splash on her face and chest.  Tina opened her mouth to capture what she
could but the last of his climax went primarily on her chest and tummy. 
After he finished he did stick his dick in her mouth.  She sucked hard on
it and even took it deep in her throat a couple times to make she it was
clean both inside and out.

   Her master then pulled away and unbound her from the chair.  Tina's hand
immediately went to her chest.  She then screamed again when she found that
even the light touch of her fingers caused her great pain.  Especially her
left tit, which was still swollen.

   As her master put the chair away, Tina looked down at her cum covered
chest.  Would the swelling go away, she wondered.  If not she would go
through life looking like a freak.  She knew that some girl's chests didn't
grow evenly.  Some women even went through their whole life with uneven
breasts.  But she didn't want to be one of them.  For a second she almost
wished she had asked for her other chest to be injected also.  But then she
remembered the pain and pushed that horrid idea out of her mind.

   Tina realized she had to clean herself off or her master would get mad
again.  First, she licked around her mouth trying to get as much of the
sperm off her lips as she could.  She then started using her fingers to
spoon it off.  After that she started gathering it from her chest.  It hurt
like hell as she scooped up from here.  But, it had to be done.  As she
finished, she looked up at her master who was standing in front of her
holding a jar of the ointment.

   Tina didn't want her chest touched right now, but she knew the ointment
would sooth the pain.  So, she stood up and put her hands to her side so he
could easily apply it.  He didn't apply it right away though.  Instead, he
nudged her until she was forced to back all the way to the wall.  For a
second she thought he might plan on fucking her against the wall.  But once
she was there he stood back and started to apply the ointment.

   She was pleased that her master applied it extremely quickly this time.
It still hurt like hell as he touched her extremely sore left tit and even
her almost as sore right one.  But thanks to his haste the pain didn't last
long.  She wanted to thank him but then suddenly she noticed the ointment
wasn't soothing her like normal.  In fact, the welt marks seemed to be
heating up.  They were getting hotter and hotter by the second.

   "Ahh!" Tina began screaming when it reached an intolerable point.

   She kept trying to rub the ointment off her welts but this only
intensified the pain.  Especially when she would rub her hand roughly over
her swollen left one.  She would pull her hands away only to instinctively
put them back and start rubbing just seconds later.

   Tina was a completely drained slobbering mess by the time the pain
finally started to die down.

   "Don't forget to clean your area," her master said once she stopped
screaming.

   At first Tina didn't know what he meant.  Then she looked down at the
floor to see that it was coated with her piss.  Sobbing, Tina got down on
her hands and knees and started to lick it up.  She was about half way done
when her master finally turned and left the room.

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story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author does not condone such
activities in real life.  Also, I do not recommend that you try duplicating
anything mentioned in my stories; even if you are doing them legally.  I
try to keep most of the activities semi realistic, however, many of these
things can and probably would cause severe damage. 
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