Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Dairies of Juliet Copyright 2002 Juliet Merri bdsm/nc sex/humiliation/toilet/degredation *Names and places have been changed to protect the innocent.* 08 June Where do I begin? I am not sure what to say so I'll just start at the beginning. I know he'll read this. He found out by my own stupidity. Yesterday, I was working on some things. I needed help with my computer and he is a programmer. So he asked if I would let him have access through PC Anywhere. He knows I have it installed. So I let him on my computer. I always considered that our sex life and work/computer stuff would be separate. I never thought he'd look at my entire hard drive. I don't know how long I can type today but he told me that I will indeed write down everything that happened. That if I want to be a dirty girl he'll make sure I'm the dirtiest girl he knows. Everything on my body aches right now. I want to cry and hide but I can't. If I uninstall PC Anywhere he'll beat me worse than ever. I guess I deserve this. Sluts shouldn't do things that don't please the one that uses them. Does he own me? I don't know. I'm confused and hurting right now. I believe he does own me in a way. He's broken me to his will. He made me call him Sir yesterday. Forced it out of me. He forced a lot of things out of me yesterday. I want to hurry up and type this so I can go soak in a hot bath. I know it will hurt though. I have welts on my ass and thighs that are not going to go away for a long time. How did it all happen... let me back up to yesterday and my computer troubles. I thought maybe I had installed something wrong. I kept getting an error and crashing to desktop on a program. I called him and he was in a good mood. I could hear the smile in his voice. I asked him if he could help and then he suggested the PC Anywhere. I said I had it installed because of work and he said "Good-good". He got all my information and went into my computer. He was there for awhile and so I went to have some lunch. About two hours later I get a phone call. It's him. "Well, you fucking cunt." My eyes go wide and my mouth drops open. "Pardon?" I say and I'm scared. He sounds so cold. I'm in a panic trying to figure out what I did. "So, you like to let strangers use your whorish holes on the phone?" His voice is deadly calm. "What do you mean?" It's dawning on me what he's found but why would he look at saved text files? "I looked at all your recent files you stupid little pig. Did you think I would enjoy what you are doing?" He had a very rhetorical tone to his voice. "I don't know what to tell you. I didn't think you'd mind, we aren't a couple or anything." I am getting defensive and rather upset. "No, we aren't a couple. Couple? Couples are for people, animal. You are a thing. Three holes and tits. You exist to serve me and nothing more." It's a statement. There is no question, no proposal in his voice. "I don't know what to say..." He mocks me, "I don't know what to say... who? Who am I, bitch?" I know what he's driving at. "Sir. I don't know what to say, Sir." I sound resigned. "Better. I've fixed your computer problem by the way. Be at my house in an hour." He hangs up the phone. Less than an hour later I'm at his house. Knocking on the door he opens it and just looks at me. He's wearing a black sweater and jeans. I realize I've never described him to you. He's 25, tall. He says something like 6 feet but I think he's taller. It's hard to tell because I'm so short. He has dark hair, brown eyes. I know it sounds far fetched but he looks a lot like Tom Cruise with brown eyes. At least to me he looks like Cruise. He's handsome. Long fingers that are elegant but can be cruel. He has a beautiful smile. I wish he was smiling when he answered the door but he's not. This isn't a love meeting. It isn't a dinner and a movie. He holds the door open and as I pass him he grabs me by the back of my hair. Good Christ the pain was enormous. He drags me across the house. I'm stumbling to keep up with him and it feels like he'll rip the hair out of my head. I'm angry and hurt. This isn't fun and I know it isn't meant to be. He throws me down on his bed and tears my purse out of my hands, throws it against the wall. He starts ripping at my clothes. I'm squirming trying to fight him off and he hits me. He doesn't just slap my face he hits me like I'm a man and I see spots. I fall back on the bed and he rips my blouse off. I'm still squirming because I'm afraid. I'm really scared. I'm crying now and I look at his face. He has a look of evil glee almost which scares me even more. I try saying I'm sorry, begging for him forgiveness. I'm terrified now. He hits me again. I know I'm going to have a bruise on my face. How will I explain this? I don't want anymore so I stop fighting him. He tears my pants off and I'm left in my bra, panties, socks and shoes. He grabs me by the hair again and drags me up off the bed. We head down to his basement. I had thought he was going to fuck me but he didn't. I'm still confused and scared. Crying now from the pain of him tugging my scalp. We get down the stairs, neither of us extremely graceful in doing it. Him tugging me down and me half bent over crying and trying to hold onto the banister. In the basement there where the wooden planks that hold the floor up I see he's put in hooks. One hook on one plank and then he has skipped a plank and another hook in the third plank. The floor is concrete. A normal basement floor with all the normal basement stuff except these hooks. I notice there is a pile of chains on the floor and leather cuffs. He's used those cuffs on me before but not like this. I start panicking. I'm so scared, confused and angry. He turns around so quickly and backhands me. I land on the cold floor and I'm dazed. The next couple of minutes are a blur. I know he drags me over to the chains and puts the cuffs on. Using little padlocks now. He hasn't used those before. To the eye hook he clips on the chains. They are pretty heavy, strong. Part of me finds this amusing, imagining him testing chains at the local hardware store. I don't know if I laugh or not. I don't think it would have mattered. He gets a short stool and laces the chain through the hooks in the ceiling. One chain per arm. They are really long and I see as he laces it that he can adjust how much give I have. I can remain laying on the floor or he can shorten it up so I am stuck with my hands over my head. He's got me now. Short of chewing through the leather of the straps, I'm stuck. Half naked and dazed on this cold cement floor. He takes my chin and raises my eyes to his. Another back hand and that's the last thing I remember for awhile. Sometime later I wake up. I'm not sure how long it's been. I'm alone. Everything is really quiet. He's closed the shutters on the basement window and I can't see outside to try to judge the time. I'm still half dressed. He's been working with the chains. They are pulled tight enough that my ends are taught. The other ends are pooled on the floor under strong hooks with some sort of clip holding one of the links to the hook in the wall. They are the kind that rock climbers use. I know that much. I sit up and everything goes slack. I stand up, gripping the chains to help me and walk around. I can reach some things. The lights, and the big utility sink. I can't reach the area where there is carpet laid out and the couch and TV are. There is also a table and table lamp there. They are just out of reach. My hips and back ache from the cold cement and I feel a touch chilly. I go back to the sink and turn it on, drink some water and wash off my face as best I can. My hair is a mess and I feel swelling along my jaw where he's hit me. I don't know what else to do but sit and wait. I try to figure out what part of the cement would feel less uncomfortable and sit down. I don't know how long I wait. My sense of time is off in this endlessly quiet basement. I don't dare yell. Growing bored I get up and drink some more. Anything to keep busy I guess. More time passes, I'm achy, tired, uncomfortable and hungry. I also need to go to the bathroom. All of this for some stupid phone sex. Everything is starting to make me angry again. I hear some noise upstairs and the door to the basement opens. I stand up and don't know what to do with myself. He walks in and he has some a pizza delivery box in his hands. "Is the cunt hungry?" He asks. I tell him I'm sorry again and yes I'm hungry but I can't eat dairy. If I eat too much I'll get bad stomach pains. He just looks at me. "Do you think I care if you eat or not? This is what I have. If you want to eat, you'll do as I say. If you don't want to eat, you'll still do as I say." His logic is amazing. He turns on the TV and sits on the couch. His back is to me and he starts eating. "May I have a slice?" I'm hopeful that he'll forgive me and be nice again. "Is that how you talk to me? How you act?" I think not. He finishes his slice of pizza and I notice there is a porn on the TV. Some busty blonde is giving one man a blow job while the second fucks her ass. He turns and sees me watching. "That's how females should act. You should learn from them. They aren't greedy, they're holes for other people's pleasure." He turns up the sound and all you can hear is the sounds of sex and cheesy porn music. Now I like porn. He knows I like it. He knows that I'll get horny from watching it. He brushes past me and grabs the chain, yanking it hard my left arm goes over my head as I'm pulled toward the hook in the ceiling. I know betterthan to fight him and he does the same thing with my right arm. I'mstanding in the middle of the basement, facing the TV, and eyeing the pizza box. God I'm hungry. He goes upstairs and returns with some scissors and something that looks like a fishing rod but stripped of all the hardware. I don't know what this is but it looks horrible. It's so thin, and it wavers ever so slightly when he moves it. He waves it in front of my face and he says "Lesson time!" He takes the scissors and cuts my bra and panties off. He tosses them away. Now I'm naked except for my shoes and socks. Picking up the panties he balls them and stuffs them in my mouth. I taste fabric softener and my own cunt. Walking behind me he brushes this cane/whip thing up and down my butt and thighs. Standing close to me, I can feel the heat of his body and his lips so close to my ear. He reaches out and cups one of my tits, kneading it cruelly. I try to stand still so he doesn't get angry. He's hurting my tits, pinching the nipples so hard I want to cry. "We're going to go over your new rules while you watch how a bitch should act. Watch how she pleases the men who are using her. You will do the same for me. You will do nothing less. You are my cunt, my bitch, my slave. Nothing more. You exist to please me." Part of me is thrilled by this. Part of me is scared shitless. He moves away, dropping my breast from his grip and the next thing I hear is a high whistle and the most extreme pain I have ever felt. Everything fades for a moment and I can hear a funny muffled scream. I realize through the pain it's me. My whole body is shaking. Just as this happens, the blond porn bitch is taking another man up her ass. The look on her face is a grimace of pleasure. Another whistle and pain explodes like fire up and down my body. I know he's only hit one place but the pain is so deep I feel it. It lingers, the first one lingers and I can feel my skin swelling up into a welt. It throbs with my pulse. The pain has a life of it's own. The first man in the porn movie cums all over the blonds face. She rubs it into her cheeks and lips. She smiles up at him grateful. The second man is still pumping her ass and she is playing with her own large tits. Another stroke of this endless pain higher on my ass this time. I scream and it's almost silent. My body is shaking with the sobs. I can't control it now, I just sob. He grabs my hair and asks me if I'm watching. I nod as the blond is turning now to have the second man cum on her face and tits. He strokes his cock as she kneels waiting for it. As he cums Sir hits me again. It's all mingling together. Pain, men, cumming, being good. I feel like I've run 10 miles. My body is weak and I'm nearly hanging from the chains. He sets aside his whip and sits down to eat some more pizza and put in a new tape. I stand there sobbing through my own panties. I wish to god I had not answered that phone yesterday. I hate the phone. He turns on some more porn. This time he fast forwards to a woman who is sucking a man on her knees. She has dark curly hair and he has a huge cock. He keeps pushing her hair back so the camera can capture her mouth better. Her mouth looks beautiful wrapped around his cock. His balls are big and round. I love how her mouth swallows him and Sir looks at me and smiles. "You don't deserve to worship my cock like that right now. You will deserve it after you've shown me you are a good girl." He picks up the box and goes upstairs. Coming back down I see his in a good mood. He goes behind me and runs his fingertips over the welts. I scream again and he chuckles. I hear him undoing his pants and he spreads my ass cheeks. His hard cock against the bud of my ass. He starts thrusting up. His skin rubbing the welts and making me cry harder. He grabs me around the waist and thrusts harder. Standing behind me we both watch the porn-bitch do her job on the man's cock. He's growling and everything in my body is aching. His other hand grabs my tits and starts twisting them. His cock seems like it's getting bigger with each stroke. My ass feels like it's being ripped apart. The hair on his thighs and stomach are like hell itself rubbing on the welts on my ass. Finally he cums deep inside my ass. Each spasm of his cock sending ropes of hot seed deep inside. He bites my shoulder hard and pulls out. I'm crying and I feel faint. My arms are numb. He must sense this and releases the chains. I slump to the floor of the basement. He leaves again and cums back with a large glass. He goes to fill it with water and he comes towards me. Standing in front of me he drinks the water himself. He smiles at me and asks if I'm thirsty. I nod my head and he grabs my chin making me kneel higher. Taking the panties out he tells me to open my mouth. I do and he places his now semi-soft cock in my mouth and starts pissing. It's overwhelming and he says if I spill any I'll get the whip again. I swallow madly, forcing it down. It tastes peculiar, like beef stock. I wonder idly what he's been eating and it's like he never stops pissing. My stomach is getting full and I feel queasy. I keep drinking and finally he stops. He tells me to suck it all out like the greedy bitch I am. He asks me if I have to pee and I nod. My mouth tastes funny and I can't look him in the eyes. I'm so ashamed. He holds out the cup and he says I have to pee in there. I don't want too but he laughs and says "Take it girl, go pee in the cup or you'll lick it up off the floor." I do what he says. He watches me squat over this cup and fill it. "You know what to do girl." I do know. I don't want too. It's one thing having it forced down your throat it's another thing drinking your own piss from a cup. He slaps my face and tells me that I better show him how dirty I am. I like to show other men how dirty I am. This isn't fun for me but I do it. I raise the cup to my lips and drink my own piss in front of him. He laughs and stands back to watch. "Every drop" he says. I do it and hand him the cup back. I feel like I'm going to puke. I want to take a bath and sleep for a week. He takes the cup and grabs a blanket off the couch. He tosses it at me and walks upstairs. I watch porn the rest of the evening. Somehow I don't feel like cumming though. The next morning I wake up and the leather cuffs are off. I'm naked and there is a set of sweats on the sofa with a note. It is right to the point. "I expect to see this in your little diary, pig. You better tell them everything since that's what you like to do. - Sir."