The usual disclaimers: If you're under 18, you shouldn't be reading this.
The story contains some pretty extreme stuff: forced sex of dubious
consent, toilet slavery and worse.  You've been warned so if that's not
your sort of thing then please don't read it.  Obviously the story is a
fiction, so be warned that the scenes described are unsafe and will lead to
disease if done in the real world.  This stuff remains in the world of my
fantasy only. i always enjoy hearing from fellow kinksters on submissiveworm@protonmail.com

   Saturday 08:45

   "Wake up, slut!" Princess Candi shouts as she bangs on the cage.  "Wake
up!"

   I wake up with a start, lurched rudely from sleep.  There are aches and
cramps all over my naked body.  I look up at Princess Candi.  She is
dressed up like an obscene little girl - a pink and white outfit with lacy
frills around the neck collar and upper arms.  White stockings and shoes
complete the ensemble.  Her skirt is very short and she lifts it up,
putting her she-male cock on display.

   "On all fours, like dog," she demands.  I do as I'm told, standing on
all fours.  The chains between the collar and my wrists pitch me forward.
"Back, back," she says and I shuffle backwards.  Princess Candi grabs the
bottom of my legs and pulls them through the bars of the cage so that my
butt is pressed up to them.  She takes a couple of silk scarves and ties
them around my thighs, strapping me to the inside of the cage.  Then
Princess reaches in and starts unlocking the chastity cage.  My penis hangs
down between my legs and she grabs it and jerks down on it hard.  "Little
slut has tiny cock and likes getting fucked by lady-boy."

   I hang my head with shame.

   "Beg me to fuck you, slut," she shouts.  "Beg!"

   "Please will you fuck me, Princess Candi."

   "Why?  Why you want me to fuck you?"

   "Because your big she-male cock feels so good."

   "Ha.  You are nasty little faggot."

   "Yes, Princess Candi, I'm a nasty little faggot slut who craves she-male
cock."

   The makes her giggle.  She strokes her cock behind me while asking me
which actors I would like to get fucked by.  My brain goes blank and I say
the first name that comes to me: Han Solo.  "Harrison Ford," I blurt.

   "Ha ha... Nasty slut wants to be fucked by old man."

   It doesn't take her long to get hard.  She kneels down behind me,
removes the butt-plug, spits on my ass and then starts penetrating me with
her cock.  I moan softly as she pushes inch after inch of hard cock into my
asshole.  The butt-plug has kept me spread widely all night and she is able
to push her cock in with relative ease.

   She starts pumping back and forth with a regular motion, pulling half
her length out with each stroke before diving back in.  She is more gentle
than the previous night and she keeps a regular cadence.  After a few
minutes she starts squealing with delight, a high-pitched falsetto note in
line with her role as a sissy, albeit a dominant one.

   With her encouragement, I start joining her.  "Oooh, Princess Candi,
please fuck me harder, deeper," I cry, girlishly.  "Please fuck me deep,
Princess Candi.  I love your cock."

   "I want your babies," I moan, again upon her instructions.  It's
terrifying how much I'm getting off on this.  Twenty four hours earlier I
had never even met a lady-boy and would have protested loudly if someone
claimed that they turned me on.  Yet here, I was; a male submissive,
squirming and moaning orgasmically as a she-male penetrated me.

   Princess Candi must have been turned on quite a lot before she even
started because it doesn't take long before she shoots her load.  Her
groans start becoming more urgent - "Uh uh uh" - and quite a lot more
masculine, her strokes become shorter and harder.  And then she pulls
around as cum bursts from the tip of her dick.  A glistening line of sperm
sullies the small of my back.  A second spurt joins it.  The third and
fourth don't land as far and instead fall against my gaping asshole where
they start to dribble down.

   Princess Candi makes me hold my position for a while, letting the cum
dry and stiffen against my skin.  I feel dirty and soiled again, and revel
in the sensation.  Finally she releases the silk ties from around my thighs
and lets me out of the cage.

   When I emerge I see that Mistress Jade has appeared along with a new
Mistress that I haven't seen before.  This girl is stunning - certainly the
sexiest of the Mistresses that I've seen so far.  She has a very slim
waist, very shapely legs, perfectly sized perky breasts and an oval face.
She peers down at me, a cute fringe above her eyes.  Her hair is tied back
but then falls over both her shoulders.  She reminds me of a particular hot
girl from a Manga comic.  Right now she is dressed as a stereotypical
dominatrix all in black leather: thigh high boots, miniskirt, black
crop-top, a matching riding crop that looks lethal.  "This is Goddess
Fire," says Mistress Jade.  "Introduce yourself, slave."

   "Good morning, Goddess Fire," I say from my position on my knees.  "I am
Slave Marcus."

   "No," Goddess Fire corrects me: "You are Slut Marcus.  Only a slut would
take as much cock as you have in the last 24 hours."

   "Yes, Mistress," I acknowledge.  "I am Slut Marcus.  I'm a nasty faggot
whore."

   Goddess Fire smirks.  "Mistress Jade tell me that you no eat dinner
yesterday."

   "No Mistress, I - I just couldn't."

   "Slut slave will learn," she snarls.  "Open your legs." I do as she
says. "Wider!"

   I open my legs widely, aware of how vulnerable my current position is.
My small cock droops between my thighs.  Goddess Fire swipes it viciously
with her crop.  I howl in pain and collapse to the floor.  I desperately
try to protect my cock and balls but the chains between my wrist and collar
prevent it.  Goddess Fire kicks me over, displaying my vulnerable genitals
again.  She swipes my balls again and I scream in pain for a second time.
All the Mistresses look down at me and I see only cruelty in their eyes,
with no sympathy to be spared.  She isn't even hitting me particularly hard
but the effect is wicked.  Tears roll down my cheeks already.  "No,
please..." I beg as Mistresses raises her crop and strikes me for a third
time.

   I roll over into a foetal position but she kicks me over again.  "No,
please, Mistress!" I beg of her.

   "You eat dog food?" she asks.

   "Yes, God, yes, just please don't whip my balls again, Mistress."

   She smiles - a spoilt-brat smile - knowing that she has me under her
command already.  She is the perfect Mistress; exultant in her sultry good
looks, which she knows makes her the superior of any man.

   She walks over to the dog bowl and steps in it.  "On your knees.  Crawl
over here, slave slut," she orders.

   I do as she tells me.  From this vantage point I can see the mess that
the dog food has made to the sole of her boot.  She points to that mess
with the tip of the riding crop.  "Now - you eat!"

   It doesn't look any less disgusting than earlier; congealed pieces of
rank meat and jelly stick to her sole.  I pause, smelling the awful stink
of the mess, my naked white body prostate before the girls.  Goddess Fire
notices my procrastination and is displeased.  A swish of air and a line of
fire against my buttock.

   Gingerly I submit and place my lips to the boot.  I scrape the dog food
from her sole with my teeth and tongue, holding the meat in my mouth,
desperately trying not to spit it out.  "Now you chew and swallow," Goddess
Fire commands, "or I whip your balls until they fall off." She raises her
riding crop menacingly.

   I do as I'm told, reluctantly.  I chew the dog food, retching with each
bite, until I'm confident that it can be swallowed, and then I consume it.

   "Ewwwwwww!"

   "Yuck!"

   "Nasty!"

   "Dis-gusting!"

   The girls comment wildly, drawing out the words, putting on fake
bratty-American accents.

   The horrid dog food lands in my empty stomach and I fight, successfully
to keep it down.

   "Good slave slut," Goddess Fire comments.  "Now you lick."

   I bow down further and lick the remaining juice from her sole.  "Now:
you eat from bowl or boot?" she asks.

   "I'll eat from the bowl please, Goddess Fire," I reply, knowing that I'm
beaten and that I will eat everything as I'm too cowardly to undergo a
whipping from this cruel Lady.

   "Do it now!" she snarls.

   I crawl over, looking at the ladies once, and then start to eat the dog
food like a disgusting, vile animal.

   The ladies barely watch me.  They chat amongst themselves in Thai. 
Laughter is frequent.  I wonder how many other slaves they have forced to
eat in this manner.  Every now and then someone kicks me or whacks my ass,
but it doesn't hurt very much.  They no longer appear to be feeling so
sadistic now that I'm complying with their demands.

   I work through the dog food.  It takes a long time.  Each mouthful is a
battle.  Whenever I swallow I have to fight against vomiting it back up. 
By the time I'm half way through though, I start getting used to it.  I'm
able to swallow bigger chunks, which means less chewing, which is easier.
The chewing is hardest; every time I bite down, slimy disgusting juice
spurts out, and that is the worst bit.  Once all the dog food is consumed
the Mistresses force me to lick the bowl clean.  They want it spotless.

   I kneel back, my face a mess, the chains still restricting my movement.
"Good slave," says Mistress Jade, and this particular ordeal is finally
complete.

   Saturday - 10:15 After breakfast, Mistress Jade leaves me with Goddess
Fire and Princess Candi.  Mistress Lacey wanders in, rubbing the sleep from
her eyes.  She is dressed in red lingerie - very sexy stockings, panties
and garters and a matching bra that props her tits up deliciously.  The
sight of her next to Goddess Fire is something else.  Obviously I get
caught staring and receive a swift slap across the face.

   I am permitted to stand and the chains from my wrists to the collar are
finally released only to be chained to a hook that hangs from the ceiling.
Ankle cuffs are manacled to me and the Mistresses stretch my feet out wide,
nearly two metres apart.  I'm almost hanging from the hook, my body taut,
just about able to stand up if I'm on tiptoes.

   The Mistresses stand before me, and look at me with an air of appraisal.
They are super hot: Goddess Fire's figure is stunning and Mistress Lacey
looks gorgeous and tempting in her youthfulness.  My cock, freed of the
chastity cage, springs upwards.  Goddess Fire grabs it roughly, which of
course, just makes me harder.  "Fucking slave not a faggot yet," she says.

   I'm not sure how to respond to this.  "We must torture his little cock,"
Goddess Fire says to her partner.

   Goddess Fire runs her manicured hands over my chest, rubbing my nipple
gently.  She puts her lips to it and sucks.  I sigh with pleasure.  Then
the catch: she roughly knees me in the balls, her leather boot catching my
most sensitive zone.  All the air leaves my lungs and I collapse with big
whooping gasps.  The bonds hold me up but my knees have given way and I'm
briefly hanging in the air before I'm able to regain balance.  I become
aware that a mewling noise is escaping me.

   Mistress Lacey grabs my nut-sack, her sharp nails digging into delicate
flesh.  She twists and yanks them down, causing a similar reaction to the
knee.

   A set of nipple clamps appear in Goddess Fire's hands.  A small pair of
metal cock-and-balls hangs from each peg.  They each weigh an ounce or two,
I guess.  She clips each one on to my nipples, their metal teeth digging
painfully into my skin.  There's a small screw on each pin and Mistress
tightens them further, smiling as I grimace and try not to cry out.

   Her friend has the next contraption - a parachute for my testicles.  She
clamps it on.  It's uncomfortable rather than painful at the moment but
then she starts adding weights.  I can't tell how much but my balls are
pulled a terrifyingly long way down from my body.  They swing beneath me.
The pendulum-like swing becomes magnified with my every movement.  "Not
enough," says Mistress Lacey and hangs another two weights.

   "And now this," Goddess Fire says.  "Open wide." A penis-shaped gag,
about four-inches long, is shoved into my mouth.  A strap goes around my
head, holding it in place.  I bite down onto it - there's not much else I
can do.

   "Tell me, slave," says Goddess Fire as she walks behind me.  "Have you
ever been whipped."

   I shake my head as she circles me.  I've always wanted to be, but this
is my first experience of real FemDom submission and it's proving to be a
true baptism of fire.  Then I see the leather whip coiled around her arm
and my eyes open wide.  The Mistress laughs.  "Don't be too scared, slut."

   She walks behind me and I feel helpless.  The waiting seems worst, the
anticipation, not knowing when the blow will come.  I can hear sounds
behind me; of the whip being uncoiled, of one end striking the ground, of
Mistress twirling it in the air.  Mistress Lacey sits down on a chair
before me.  She crosses her lips and smiles, obviously looking forward to
the ensuing entertainment.

   And then it comes.

   The sound the whip makes as it whirls through the air is actually worse
than the strike.  Goddess Fire is an expert and she catches my right
buttock.  I flinch violently and cry out loud, but in reality she is toying
with me and the blow was only a kiss of the whip, designed to inflict
mental anguish rather than true pain.

   She whips me again, twice more and then a fourth time.  I shudder and
judder in the chains, which causes the weights on my testicles to swing
around wildly.  In reality though I'm enjoying this.  The pain isn't as bad
as I had expected and I like being trussed up like this before the two
gorgeous girls.

   A clicking of high heels as Goddess Fire approaches me from behind.  I
sense her standing to my side.  Then a much sharper swishing sound and an
outrageous pain is left across my buttock.

   I howl from behind my gag.  She has been lulling me into a false sense
of security, clearly.  Goddess Fire laughs and comes into view.  She is
flexing a cane, similar to the ones that headmistresses used to carry.

   The young Dominatrix circles me, flicking the cane against one boot. 
Then another swish and another line of pain across my buttocks.  I cry out,
silenced by the penis gag.  My whole body reacts to the blow.  The weights
pull my balls further down, causing yet further pain.

   Goddess Fire whacks me again.  And again.  In the end I'm left with six
stripes across my buttocks, like a naughty schoolgirl.  I can feel the
welts forming instantly.

   "You naughty girl," the Mistress mocks me.  "I stop now.  No want to
damage sissy slut.  But this gentle whipping.  You misbehave and I whip you
very badly!"

   I nod vigorously.

   She disappears behind me again and then returns a few seconds later. 
Every click of her heel makes me want to flinch as I expect a new blow. 
Instead I can feel her hand at my asshole.  "Open sluthole," she says.

   There's really not much I can do in this position but I feel her shoving
something up.  Anal beads, I realize.  One, two, three, four, five.  I've
no idea how big they are but the fucking that I've received over the last
day means that my asshole can fit them in.

   "You keep those in sluthole," says Goddess Fire.  "Otherwise I punish
you.  You understand!"

   I nod again.

   Mistress Lacey picks something up from a side table, stands and
approaches me.  I can't see what it is.  She runs her hand up my torso and
then reaches for my cock.  My initial reaction is to flinch, but her
ministrations are pleasant this time.

   Her petite, delicate hand starts fondling my penis.  She smiles at me
sweetly as she jerks me off.  I moan with pleasure from behind the gag. 
"Such little cock," she says, which just makes me harder.  "Naughty though
- getting hard."

   I look down and can see my cock hard and jutting out as she continues to
stroke it.  Then she grips it, not unkindly, holds it straight, and then I
see the rod in her other hand.

   It takes me a moment to realize what it is: a urethral sound.  She's
going to push that down my cock.  I start struggling against the chains,
making snorting noises from behind the gag, desperate to escape this but
unable to.  "Relax," the girl says, "or it hurt more."

   She presses the urethral sound into the hole at the tip of my cock and
starts easing it in.  I feel queasy and mewl.  There isn't actually much
pain, just a sensation of severe discomfort.  It feels far, far more
invasive than any of the dildos down my asshole had down.  I can't bring
myself to look.

   She stops pushing it in and I finally look down.  My cock is still hard,
but is now also held rigid by the urethral sounds - a steel rod, which
extends another two or three inches from my small dick.

   Mistress Lacey flicks it with a perfect nail.  The rod flies from side
to side, taking my penis with it.  The weights on my balls swing around.  I
feel the anal beads start to slip out.  I panic, clench my ass and stop
them.  I realize how quickly they will fall out if I'm not careful.

   "Nasty little slave," says Mistress Lacey, to herself.

   The discomfort is substantial.  I feel sweat pop out of my temples and
dampen my hair.  My heart rate is elevated not so much by the torture
itself, which hasn't been particularly painful so far but at the threat of
pain.  The whole predicament makes me feel queasy.

   I regain my balance.

   Goddess Fire moves in front of me again.  She has something in her
fingers, small and metallic: crocodile clips, I realize.  She glances
downwards to her right and I see some sort of unit - a battery or something
like that.  I realize what she's going to do but it's already too late...

   She clamps the crocodile clips to the urethral sound, creating a
circuit. Electricity flows through the rod and electrocutes my penis from
the inside out.  I scream with panic, pain and terror, muffled by the penis
gag.

   My whole body jerks around.  The nipple clamps flick across my chest,
biting even more harshly into my flesh.  The parachute swings around but I
barely notice this time.  I shake bodily, howling.  The anal beads start
slipping and I clench my ass again.

   It feels like an age but has probably only been five second when Goddess
Fire removes the clips.  I whimper, nostrils flaring, tears pouring down my
face.

   "I think he enjoys this," the Mistress says to her young friend. 
"Again?"

   I shake my head desperately, pleading her not to zap me again, my body
tensing in terrible anticipation.  Mistress Lacey looks at me, smiles,
winks.  "Again," she agrees.

   The pain is just as bad the second time.  It's indescribable.  But more
than the pain - just the thought of how I'm being tortured is enough to
make my knees go weak.  I'm hanging from the chain, my wrists supporting my
weight, but I barely notice.  The only thing to focus on is - what feels
like - the destruction of my cock.

   After a few seconds Goddess Fire releases the crocodile clips again.  My
body sags with relief.  She pulls the gag from my mouth and I gasp for air,
moaning pathetically.

   "Now you do whatever we want, slave?"

   "Yes, Mistress, I'll do anything," I beg, "just please: don't do that to
me again.  I can't take it."

   "Silly slave.  Tell me what you'll do for us."

   My head is a whirl.  I can't think straight.  "I'll - I'll eat the dog
food," I promise.

   "Tch.  You already do that."

   Goddess Fire sends electricity through my penis again.  I scream out
loud begging her to stop, tears leaking unabashedly from my eyes.  She
let's the pain course through me for a bit longer before releasing the
clips.

   "Can I?" Mistress Lacey asks, indicating the clips, clearly developing a
sadistic streak of her own.  Goddess Fire hands them to her.

   "What will do for us, slut slave?" Goddess Fire asks me again.

   "You can fuck me, however you like.  I won't complain next time,
Mistress.  Please don't hurt me again though."

   "Tch, tch.  We fuck you anyway," she says, and nods to the other lady.

   Mistress Lacey moves the crocodile clips towards the metal rod.  "No,
no, Mistress, please," I whimper.  But she has no mercy and seconds later
my body is flexing and gyrating as electricity tortures my poor genitals
again.  Mistress Lacey ignores my shrieks and actually tortures me for even
longer.  I feel physically weak by the time she finishes.  The anal beads
keep slipping out of my ass.  It feels like only one or two are left inside
me.  I know that these girls will delight in using that as an excuse to
persecute me even more if I fail.

   "Now slave: what will you do for us?"

   I weep.  "Anything Mistress.  I'll do anything.  I'll be your sissy
slut. I'll be your ashtray."

   "Hm," she seems to think this over.  The crocodile clips inch towards
the urethral sound again.  No, I can't survive this ordeal for much longer.
I try to imagine the most depraved thing possible.  I think back to the
original interview that Mistress Om conducted with me.  "I - I'll be your
toilet slave, Mistress," I promise, "I'll do anything.  I'll eat your shit,
whatever you say."

   "Ooooh, disgusting slave," says Goddess Fire, grimacing, but clearly
amused at how low I will descend if necessary.  "Now I happy."

   "Again?" says Mistress Lacey, indicating the crocodile clips.

   "No, Mistress, please."

   "One more," agrees Goddess Fire.  And once again I'm forced to ensure
the awful pain of electricity.

   The anal beads stay inside, but only just.

   Saturday 11:30 When they release me I'm pleasantly astonished to find my
cock is still intact.  From the pain caused I had half-expected to see a
blackened, charred, smoking stump.  It isn't even red.  The pain subsides
very quickly as well.  I'm actually a little embarrassed.  Did I really
promise to eat their shit?

   Mistress Jade rejoins her colleagues, helping with the set up.

   They don't give me much time to recover.  It's time for another fucking,
apparently.  I'm placed on all fours and locked into some kind of stocks
arrangement.  On each arm a rigid metal bar is cuffed around my wrist and
then around my knee, effectively locking me into a position on all fours.
The Mistresses spread my legs with a third bar.  I hear them straining
behind me, moving something heavy as it scrapes along the floor.

   It turns out to be a dildo machine; essentially a piston that causes a
long rod to move back and forward by about a foot.  On the end of the rod,
naturally, is a twelve inch dildo.

   "Arch back, ass up," insists Mistress Lacey.  It seems pointless to
resist.

   The tip of the dildo is placed at the edge of my asshole and the
Mistresses grease it up.  A gloved finger probes at my anus and applies
plenty of lubricant there as well.

   Mistress Jade starts cranking the piston forward, inching it into my
fuckhole.  "We must keep reaming your sluthole, bitch," she says.  "It is
important that you can fit any size of cock in there, so that you can be a
good whore."

   "Yes, Mistress," I concur.

   The pain is worst as the tip of the dildo is pushed past my sphincter
but Mistress Jade presses on despite any resistance.  Before long, about
half of the artificial phallus is positioned inside me.  I am pierced by
it. I feel trapped on the end of this obscene rod.

   Another stand is placed in front of me.  An equally big dildo juts out
from it.  "Suck on it, slut," Mistress commands.

   I reach forward and take the cock into my mouth.  Mistress Lacey assists
by pushing the contraption forward and suddenly about 9" of the foot-long
dildo is inside my lips, pressing against my throat.  I gag and choke on it
before successfully fighting the reflex and accommodating the sexy toy. 
Mistress Lacey places a strap around my head, effectively forcing me to
suck on the dildo now.  I can take in another three inches if I like but
will always have at least six inches pressed inside my mouth.  "Suck!" the
young lady says, and I obediently bob up and down on the dildo, making
suckling noises, which seems to make them laugh.

   "Excellent," says Mistress Jade, apparently pleased with my situation.
She presses a button and the piston inexorably shoves the dildo's full
length inside my mancunt.

   I grunt and squeal at the invasion, which makes the girls giggle.

   Then the piston pulls the dildo out so that only a couple of inches
remain within me before reversing direction and ploughing my ass again.

   "This is on setting 2," explains Mistress Jade.  "There are 12 in total.
Let's turn it up to six."

   She turns a dial and the pistons speed increases dramatically.  The
dildo cycles back and forth about once every four seconds, rhythmically
fucking me.

   My cock responds to the humiliation and the faggoty sensation of being
fucked.  It pokes out beneath me, hard, embarrassing me with its honesty. I
can't deny it: I like being fucked like a bitch.

   "I think we'll leave you for one hour," says Mistress Jade and then
directs Mistress Lacey in Thai.

   Mistress Lacey turns a TV and DVD player on in the corner - some
entertainment for me while I'm left on my own.  "Suck harder!" she reminds
me.  I obey.

   Mistress Jade turns the piston up to level 10, increasing the cadence of
the fucking further again.  I moan.  The noise sounds worryingly orgasmic.
The Mistresses leave.

   I am left on all fours, sucking on a 12-inch dildo while a machine
ploughs another into my ass.  How pathetic!  On the TV before me I can see
and hear several gay BDSM scenes going on: young white males, generally
skinny, are being tied up and sexually abused by Masters, typical alpha
males with huge, steroidal muscles, or big-cocked black dudes punishing the
faggots hard.  The gay boys are forced to submit, forced to admit that they
are worthless, weak faggot jokes.  The Masters are not gentle.  They
brutally rape those boys, beating them as they go, covering them with spunk
from their eyebrows to their crotches.

   Alone in the room my little cock strains to get harder.  The sexual
excitement, the humiliation, the pressure of the cock up my ass all combine
to confuse my sexual sentiments.  If Princess Candi wants to fuck me again,
I know that I will submit to it willingly.  In fact, I hope that she wants
to fuck me again, to fill my colon with her she-male sperm.  As the dildos
fill me at both ends I have to confess that the Mistresses have - if
nothing else - successfully made me come to terms with the fact that I am
bisexual at least, if not an out and out faggot.

   Saturday 12:45

   The Ladies return - a whole gaggle of them.  Mistress Jade leads them
into the room and I see that she's followed by Mistress Lacey and Goddess
Fire as well as Princess Candy.

   The dildo machine has been pumping my ass full of dildo for over an hour
and my knees and wrists are sore.  My cock is still erect; the on-screen
humiliation and the fucking I'm receiving have ensured that.  With no way
of pleasuring myself though I haven't been able to cum.  Instead pre-cum
oozes slowly, shamefully out of the tip of my cock.

   Mistress Jade switches the dildo off and I sigh with relief.  The cock
is removed from my face as well.  There's a lot of chatter that I don't
understand and I wonder what is going on as the apparatus is moved away.

   Princess Lacey approaches me again and something large is slid
underneath me.

   I look down at a sex doll.  Its rubberised skin is creepy.  It has short
curly blonde hair and a mouth that is permanently arranged in an O.  The
doll looks as if it is in a permanent state of shock.  I know how it feels.
Its triangular tits peak upwards.  The legs are parted widely beneath me.
Mistress Lacey starts to untie my wrists and knees from the bars that have
locked me into position.

   "We are going to watch you have sex with this doll," says Mistress Jade.
"Be careful, slave.  This might just be the last time you ever get to fuck
anything with that tiny cock, slutmarcus."

   I blush.  The Mistresses are seated to one side, observing.  I'm about
to lower myself on to the doll.  "Not yet, slave."

   Goddess Fire approaches and stands behind me.  She raises a stiletto
heel on to my backside and rests it there for a moment.  "Wait, slave."

   And then I feel the stiletto heel probe for my asshole.  It finds it. 
Then Mistress starts to push her heel in.  I can feel it scraping into my
hole and whimper as she penetrates me.  This girl seems to have an
inexhaustible list of humiliations awaiting me.

   Finally she seems satisfied that the heel is in as deep as it goes.  She
pushes down with her foot, directing my crotch.  My stiff dick finds the
vagina hole of the doll and Goddess Fire pushes me into it.  The doll's
texture is weird, unappealing and very definitely not sexy.  My cock
presses into its folds of plastic.

   "Now - hump the doll, slave.  Fuck your girlfriend."

   I start fucking the doll, my crotch bobbing up and down on the sex doll.
Each time I raise up I impale myself further on to Mistress's heel and she
shoves me roughly back in.  I fuck the doll for perhaps two minutes in this
manner before she pulls out of my ass and let's me continue fucking the
doll.

   The girls laugh at my performance.

   "A little cock like that could never satisfy a woman."

   "Is that your girlfriend?"

   I blush even redder as I fuck the doll.  The truth is that the constant
humiliation has made me hard even in this predicament.  I don't know how
long I can hold off from cumming but suspect that it won't be long.

   "Kiss your girlfriend, slave," one of the Mistresses calls out, and I
obey, French kissing the sex doll's mouth, which is clearly intended as
another fuckhole for lonely losers.  That makes the Thai Mistresses roar
with laughter.  "Kiss her titties."

   Of course, I do so, and the shame gets me even more excited.

   "I - I need to cum!" I shout.

   "Don't you dare cum," snaps Mistress Jade.  "Fucking men that can't fuck
for at least twenty minutes are useless."

   But it's no good.  It's been less than four minutes and I ejaculate
shamefully into the doll's fake pussy.  I lie limply on top of the inflated
plastic, panting.

   "Fucking disobedient bitch," says Mistress Jade angrily.  "You will be
punished for that later.  On your knees." I crawl off the doll and am now
kneeling between its plastic legs.  "Lick your mess up!"

   "Yes, Mistress," I say, blushing, keenly aware that the ladies are now
all leaning in to witness my debasement.  I lean forward, stretch my tongue
out and head for the obscene opening between the doll's legs.  The taste of
the rubber isn't pleasant and I can already see some of my cum oozing out.

   It touches me tongue and I lick it.  Then I start working further into
the false vagina.  I push my tongue further in, seeking my cum, licking it
from the insides of the doll.  It tastes cold, salty and unpleasant but the
gossip and laughter of the girls as I humiliate myself somehow turns the
experience erotic.  Mistress Jade notices my dick twitch at that thought
and laughs at me.

   "What a pathetic, disgusting slave.  You should clear her up, slut boy.
She is above you.  She is much better at sexually satisfying men that you
are when it comes to women.  When a man is as useless as you, when he has a
cock as small as yours, he doesn't deserve to be called a man.  He's a
sissy faggot and is useful only as a fuckhole for his successful
superiors."

   "Yes, Mistress," I agree.

   "Are you finished, slut?"

   "I think so, Mistress," I say, pulling back from the doll.  It is always
amazing how much mess such a tiny spurt of cum can make but I've been
licking for three or four minutes now and I am certain that I've cleaned
all the way inside that sex doll.  Mistress Jade bends down and inspects
the awful crevice.  She nodes, satisfied.

   I kneel up, blinking at the girls who are sitting and watching me, my
cheeks crimson.

   Saturday - 19:30

   I have been sissified!

   It has taken several hours for the Mistresses to finish their work but
the product is finished.  When I look into a mirror I barely recognize
myself.  At a quick glance I might even pass for female, although a second
look would clearly expose me as a sissy.  My face is heavy with make-up.  A
blonde wig sits atop my head.  I have a naturally slim figure.  The overall
illusion is uncanny.

   Madame Om directed things and Princess Candi did the majority of the
work, with Mistress Jade assisting (particularly for the more painful
bits).

   My cock placed back in its cage, they started off my removing my hair,
beginning with the pubic patch.  Initially Mistress Jade was not gentle. 
She took a pair of pliers and started ripping the rough hair at the edges
out.  It was very painful and I screamed.  Princess Candi slapped me at
that point and said that if I was going to scream then I should scream like
a girl.  After that, whenever I cried out I made sure to do it in a
falsetto voice.

   Fortunately that method didn't last long.  They wanted me presentable
after all and pliers are not the most subtle of tools.  Princess Candi
carefully trimmed my pubes and shaped it.  At the end I was left with a
well-groomed pubic patch in the shape of a heart.  Very feminine!

   More traditional waxing was used for the rest of my body.  The ladies
have ensured that I am now absolutely hairless from below the eyebrows.  I
have never been particularly hirsute but this was my first experience of
waxing and it hurt.  (I made sure that any grumbles were done in a
sissy-like voice, obviously).  It's amazing how smooth my skin is to the
touch now.  I feel incredibly naked, like never before.

   Make-up came next.  The Mistresses were not subtle.  They want me to
look like a whore.  After the foundation was put on, my cheeks were heavily
blushed.  The mascara was applied thickly and heavily, making my eyes look
big.  Princess Candi also fixed some false lashes on.  Mistress Jade chose
a cherry-red lipstick for me and smeared it on my lips.  "Proper blowjob
lips!" she explained.

   My penis, locked away in its chastity cage was folded in between my legs
and strapped in place using Scotch tape.

   Princess Candi told me that I would be expected to do it myself next
time and that if I didn't perform a good job then I would be badly
punished. She was toying with the urethral sound while she spoke, which
made me very nervous.  I don't think that I'd be able to do this myself.

   Then the Mistresses started making me wear outfits, since they weren't
sure which would suit me best.  They started with a school girl uniform:
knee-high white socks, high red heels, a tartan-themed miniskirt and a
crop-top blouse with a cute little tie.  No panties were provided.

   Then I was dressed as a French maid: black silk stockings and matching
black heels, an all in one blouse and skirt with white frills.  The Ladies
made me pose and pout for them.

   A third outfit was tried: the cowgirl.  I tiny suede skirt around my
waist, brown booties and a denim blouse.  It was least obscene of the
uniforms, in my opinion.

   Madame Om liked the fourth outfit best though - the typical prostitute
look.  Princess Candi made me wear a small black leather miniskirt. 
Fishnet stocks, deliberately laddered in a couple of places, were rolled up
my legs.  The four-inch high-heeled shoes were cherry red and matched the
boob-tube and lipstick.  "Perfect for tonight," Mistress Om concluded.  I
was quite certain that they had actually chosen the preferred outfit right
from the start but wanted the amusement of having me wear the others.

   Princess Candi then spent two hours teaching me how to move in a more
feminine manner.  She taught me how to pout, wink and lick my lips
sensually and flirtatiously.

   She made me parade up and down the dungeon room in order to get used to
the uncomfortable shoes and heels.  Princess insisted that I move my hips
sexily, to draw attention to my ass.  My pacing was corrected, my posture
was righted.

   Fake breasts made from silicon were stuffed into my top and she made me
suck my tummy in and push my breasts out as I walked.

   I was made to take in a high-pitched voice and Princess insisted that I
should lisp like she did.  It made me seem girlish and submissive
apparently.  She explained to me that I should make Real Men feel like they
are fucking a girl when they were reaming my asshole.

   "We need a girlie name for you," says Mistress Jade.  "What's your name
when you fantasise about being someone's little sissy bitch?"

   The humiliation rises to my cheeks.  She never even asked whether I had
such fantasies.  She just assumed I do.  And she's right.  "Bethni," I
admit.

   "Bethni?  Bethni's good," she acknowledged.  "So be it: Sluthole Bethni
it is."

   Saturday - 21:15

   We are in a taxi headed towards a club somewhere in Bangkok. 
Accompanying me are Madame Om, Mistress Jade and Mistress Lacey.  The
Goddess explains that we are only 10 minute away.

   The taxi driver keeps looking at us.  The Mistresses are looking very
sexy, dressed in tight miniskirts, blouses and boots.  I try to hide in the
middle of the back seat but the driver is clearly curious about the
foreigner.  Mistress Jade is in the front seat and is chatting with him. 
Occasionally she translates on my behalf.

   "He wanted to know why you are dressed like that," she explains.  "I
told him that you are a pathetic foreigner who is paying us to do this to
you."

   She says something to him and he laughs.  "I told him that your cock is
only three inches long."

   The driver asks her something and she turns to me.  "He wants to know if
you are gay."

   "Um, no, Mistress," I say, quietly, in my high-pitched voice.

   "Of course you are," she retorts.  "If you weren't gay yesterday, you
certainly are now.  But I think you were always a closet faggot."

   She talks to the driver and I assume that she is repeating what she just
said to me.  He nods sagely.  When she asks him something after that he
shakes his head.  "I asked him if he wants a blowjob from you, but he says
he isn't gay."

   There's a pause and then the driver asks something.  She answers and
then translates for me.  "I told him that you would be sucking a lot of
cocks tonight, and getting fucked, and that you would probably enjoy it a
lot."

   We finally get to the club in a neon-soaked road that seems to be full
of revellers, prostitutes, Asian men and foreigners.  We get out of the car
and Mistress Jade pays the driver.  He says something out of the window as
the car pulls away.  "Sweet dreams, bitch," Mistress Jade explains.

   I don't have much time to look around as Madame Om ushers us through a
black unmarked door.  Apparently it's the rear entrance to a sex club.  A
couple of muscular men prowl at the entrance, growling.  But once they see
Madame Om and the other two Mistresses they relax and welcome them.  They
snigger upon catching sight of me.  One of them grabs my ass, which makes
me jump with a squeal.  Thudding music can be heard from somewhere.  We
walk down a flight of stairs towards a basement, my heels now clicking
alongside the other Ladies.

   We go through another door and the music grows much louder.  I catch a
glimpse of a main area, what looks like a dance-floor bathed in blue light
although not many people are dancing yet as it's still early.  But Madame
Om takes a turning down another corridor with plaster peeling from the
walls.  She knocks on another anonymous black door.  Seconds later the door
is opened by a young Thai guy with closely cropped hair.  He's well built,
wearing a black vest that displays his tattooed arms.  He is wearing
leather bands around his wrists, which are studded.  "Madame Om!" he
welcome us.  "And the lovely Mistresses Jade and Lacey.  Come in." The
Ladies enter.  "You too, bitch," he says to me, and I follow.  "Sit there."
He points to a stool in the corner and I do as I'm told, crossing my legs
like a good girl, like I was taught.  "Face the wall, bitch." I do so,
feeling like a naughty child.

   The man talks with my Mistresses for several minutes.  There's a lot of
laughter initially and I assume that they are catching up with each other.
Then the conversation seems to turn more serious, with him asking questions
and them answering.  Finally he says: "Sounds good Ladies.  Now, if you'll
leave me alone with the sissy bitch for a few minutes I'll break the news
to him."

   Madame Om kisses him on the cheek and then they exit the room, leaving
me with this man.

   "Stand up.  Look at me," he says.  His tone suggests that he is used to
being obeyed.  I turn to him, looking up demurely.  He sneers and drags a
stool to the middle of the room.  It's tall, the height of a bar stool, and
made out of aluminium.  "Bend over the stool, sissy," he says.

   I bend over, expecting the stool to be cold to the touch, but it's not.
I grab the legs with my hands.  The man moves behind me and I feel him
tying my ankles to the other legs of the stools with some sort of cables.
"Hold on tight, bitch," he says.  I hear him unzip his trousers.

   "Do you want me to fuck you, bitch?"

   "Yes Sir," I said in my best sissy voice.  Princess Candi had taught me
what to say in such situations.  "I'd love to feel your cock fucking me.  I
want to make you cum."

   "Ha!"

   The man flips my short skirt over the small of my back, exposing my
buttocks and my sluthole.  I feel his hands on my buttocks, massaging them,
spreading them.  His hands feel good on my soft cheeks.  He starts probing
my ass with a couple of lubed up fingers.  "Sluthole Bethni, an appropriate
name."

   "Yes Master."

   He spanks me.  "You don't call me Master, bitch, until I accept you as a
slave, and you belong to Madame Om, not to me.  I'm Billy - you can call me
Sir."

   "Yes Sir, sorry Sir."

   "That's all right, I'm sure you can make up for it."

   Now I feel his hard cock pressing against the edge of my asshole.  I
brace for the pain and sure enough he starts pushing his man meat into me.
He slides all the way in in one go until he is balls deep inside my ass. 
"You're a nasty little whore aren't you, Bethni?  Madame Om tells me this
is only your second day.  It normally takes them four to five days to break
a male this badly.  I don't think anyone has been pathetic enough to
descend this low in just two days."

   He starts fucking my ass hard.  His pattern is to ease out gently and
slowly and then ram his cock back in hard, jerking me forward, and then he
holds it in there for a few seconds before pulling out again.

   "Let me tell you about this place," Billy says as he fucks me.  "It's a
sex club.  Some of the people here - girls and ladyboys - belong to me. 
They are my whores and I'm their pimp.  I treat them fairly as long as they
behave themselves.  The rest are customers - mostly men but some women too.
Most are here for sex, some are dominant and a few are submissive like you;
I have some girls to cater for them.  A very small number - like you - get
to serve, if I know their Mistress well."

   He is fucking me harder now.

   "If you behave well and earn me money then I'll treat you well.  If you
fail then I will punish you.  I won't go into details - let's just say
you'd rather not be there.  Although having heard about your predilections,
you'd probably enjoy the Rape Room."

   "Tonight you will serve with the Gloryhole Girls.  I expect you to suck
on any and all dicks that come through your hole.  I don't care how big or
small they are, what colour they are, what they look like, whether they
smell.  You will suck on them and you will make them cum and you will
swallow that cum.  Because you are my whore tonight.  Do you understand,
sissy?"

   He's fucking me very hard and very fast now.  I'm squeaking "Oh oh oh
oh," in a high sissy voice.  "Yes, Sir," I reply.  His cock feels really
good as it pounds me.

   "I expect you to suck at least twenty cocks.  If you fail to suck twenty
cocks, or receive any complaints, then you'll be severely punished.  Do you
understand, sissy?"

   "Yes, Sir."

   "A good whore can get through fifty cocks in one night, so I'm being
generous," he says.

   He's quiet for a moment or two while he concentrates on fucking my ass.
I'm moaning now for real, incredible sensations flowing through my body. 
"Oh, oh, oh, fuck me with your big fat cock," I cry in my sissy voice.

   "I asked Madame Om if you were to become one of my whores.  I'd peddle
you on the Bangkok streets: ten dollars for a blowjob, twenty for a fuck.
You'd be expected to earn five hundred dollars a night," he says, breathing
heavily.  "But she says not, for now.  You probably don't want to cross her
though, bitch - she's let me pimp out her slaves before.  And I'd work you
hard.  Hm, perhaps she'll let me film you.  A gang-bang.  A bitch like that
would probably enjoy it, I think."

   "Oh yes, Sir," I cry, not really concentrating on what he's saying now,
only focussing on the pain and delight coming from my asshole.  "Please
pimp me out, I'll be your whore."

   And then he grunts.  And cums.  And I feel the gorgeous sensation of his
cum flooding into my bowels.  "Ooooooooooh," I moan, slumping over the
stool.  He pulls slickly out of my well-used ass and slaps me.  Moving to
the front he pushes his cock into my mouth and tells me to clean it.

   Saturday - 21:45

   Billy leads me through the club.  I'm crawling on all fours like a dog,
like the bitch I am.  The tiny skirt barely covers my ass.  His cum has
slid from my ass and is sticky on my thighs.  Before leaving the room he
had pushed a buttplug into my ass.  At it's tail is a fake green jewel.  It
winks in the darkness.

   He leads me by a leash and collar, through the patrons of the club. 
They are a mixed bunch, overtly sexual: men in BDSM leathers, girls dressed
up in fetish gear or obscene uniforms, ladyboy prostitutes.  There are a
lot of strange things going on and many are kneeling or crawling so I don't
grab particularly much attention.  The fact that I'm a foreigner makes me
something of a curiosity but there are plenty of other Caucasians in the
crowd.  We pass a couple of East European girls: they are gorgeous with
pale complexions, straight hair (one blonde, one raven), Slavic cheeks. 
They look at me with a mixture of contempt and amusement.

   The club owner leads me through the dance-floor and behind a stage. 
Things are darker here, quieter.  Another door takes us to our target. 
It's a narrow room, an extension of the corridor, and a dozen girls (some
may be ladyboys) are working there.  The music is quite loud here and a
blue light illuminates everything.  A CCTV watches everything.  The girls
are all kneeling by the wall, sucking cocks.  It's The Gloryhole Room.

   Princess Candi is kneeling too, sucking juicily on a cock in front of
her.  She winks at me when we arrive.

   The other girls barely glance at me as Billy leads me through.  He finds
an empty hole and tells me to kneel there.  My ankles are manacled and he
ties my chastity cage to a hook in the floor.

   "Happy hunting, bitch," he says and leaves.

   The hole is about three feet high.  I wonder what to do.  I don't have
to wait for long.  A cock pokes through, it's owner wondering if there's
someone to serve it.  Like an obedient slut I take it into my mouth and
start working it with my tongue.  It stiffens quickly as I slurp on it. 
It's not a very big cock compared to Princess Candi or some of the dildos
I've been training on.  I moan and take it deeper into my mouth bobbing up
and down on it, pleasuring it.

   Suddenly the cock disappears.  What's going on?  I try looking through
the hole but can't make anything out.  Two holes along a cock appears and
its stiff and I'm sure it's the same one.  A pretty girl takes it into her
mouth, moans sensually and expertly teases it with her teeth.  As I watch
she makes the cock explode cum in just a couple of minutes.  I realize what
has happened: my first failure.  The owner of the cock clearly didn't like
my style.  I peek at the camera.  Billy was probably watching.  This will
be a mark against me.  I dread the punishment that will inevitably follow
and vow to do better.

   As I'm thinking all this another cock appears in my gloryhole.  It's a
white cock and semi-hard already.  I place one of my hands around the base
of the cock and lavish attention on it, swirling my tongue around it, the
foreskin rolls back behind the tip of his dick as it hardens and,
encouraged, I continue to suck on it.  I moan more, making sure that the
vibrations reach his cock.

   Without realizing it, I've closed my eyes.  I'm concentrating on the
cock and only the cock.  As it hardens I realize that it's quite an
impressive specimen - a good nine inches at least.  I jerk it with my hand
and then take it's whole length inside my mouth, deepthroating it.  My
invisible fucker seems to enjoy that.  I feel him press against the other
side of the wall, trying to get every last bit of his length inside me. 
His girth pushes against my cheeks.

   I feel like a whore as I suck this anonymous cock.  I'm nothing but a
fuck-hole for this stranger.  I'm worth nothing to him.  I'm just a
receptacle for his sperm.  After this he'll wipe his cock, zip up his pants
and stroll off never knowing who serviced him.  Does he know whether I'm a
girl or a boy or something in between?  Does he care?

   And then he cums.  It's a big load, delivered straight to the back of my
mouth and into my throat.  I swallow it as another spurt comes.  I remain
there, still, accepting his cum.  When his dick stops twitching I suck the
excess cum that remains on the tip of his prick.  And sure enough the cock
slides out.

   I wipe the cum from my lips with my tongue.  My first victory!  My first
experience as a real whore!  Here I am - a cocksucker, a cum-dump trapped
in some sex club in the middle of Bangkok, dressed like a slut.

   A third cock pokes through the hole next to me but there's no girl to
work it so it disappears and tries another.  It's my gloryhole.  This time
it's a nice Asian cock, quite skinny but with the potential to be long.  I
get to work.

   Monday - 00:15

   After I've sucked my twentieth cock and swallowed what feels like a pint
of cum, Billy comes to retrieve me.  He leads me to the club room, to a
table in the corner.  Madame Om has headed off but Mistress Jade and
Mistress Lacey are still there, enjoying cocktails.  They seem to have
picked up a coterie of other submissive but I'm placed in front of them.

   Billy says something to them in Thai and then finishes with English:
"Twenty cocks!"

   "Good whore, Sluthole Bethni!" says Mistress Jade, patting me on the
head.

   But then the man says something else to them.  Turning to me, he
explains, "But you fucked up on the first cock, bitch!"

   "Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir," I say.  I knew he wouldn't have had time to
watch my whole performance but of course he would have been scrutinizing
that first cock carefully.

   "Shut up, bitch."

   Mistress Jade: "So we punish it?"

   "Oh yes!"

   "Rape Room?" asks Princess Lacey, excitedly.

   "It was a minor infraction.  That's too harsh."

   "Hm," says Mistress Jade, nodding in agreement.  "Perhaps some urinal
treatment."

   "Uh huh," Billy concurs.

   I'm led across the dance-floor by the leash again, accompanied by one of
the Mistresses this time.  Billy leads me to the Men's bathroom and I crawl
in behind him.  I am made to kneel against the wall, next to a urinal.  The
butt-plug digs into my ass.

   A dental gag is placed in my mouth.  It's hard metallic edges are
uncomfortable.  It stretches my jaw wide open and Billy locks it in place.
My collar is tied to a pipe on the wall behind my head and my wrists are
cuffed behind me.

   Several men watch the scene as they piss, chattering away to each other
in a language that I can't understand.  Mistress Jade tells me to open my
legs as I kneel.  Despite the fact that I'm clothed, I feel naked.

   "Sluthole Bethni," says Billy, rolling the name around on his tongue. 
"You're going to be a urinal bitch until the club closes.  You will drink
as much piss as you are fed.  If you need to pee then just go!" My cock was
still strapped under me so I would end up spraying all over myself, I
suspected.  A gutter behind me would catch any excess.

   "Happy piss drinking, gutter cunt," says Mistress Jade, clearly a little
drunk.  She spits as me before she leaves with Billy.

   I kneel there, left on my own, my jaws already aching from the gag.  To
my side I hear laughter and a Thai guy walks up to me and unzips his fly.
His dick flops down in front of me at face high.  He aims it into my mouth
and starts pissing.

   The flow is fast and I can't keep up.  I gag on the piss at first,
drinking so hard that I don't notice the taste initially.  And then it hits
me; salty, pungent and nasty.  It's hard to keep swallowing.  As piss
builds in my mouth it seeps out over my chin and onto my chest.  The man
keeps pissing and I imagine that he's unloading several bottles worth of
beer.  I'm helpless to do anything other than accept his pee.  The man
continues to piss.  It feels like it's taking forever but it's probably
only been thirty seconds.  I gulp the warm brew down, feeling woozy as it
hits my stomach and mixes with the cum in there.  (What a diet!)

   Finally the flow slows.  It picks up again for a few seconds, slows
again and then there's a final spray.  I swallow the last of it, coughing.
The man jerks his foreskin, spraying the last few drops on to my face.

   "Nice sissy!" he says, before leaving.  I notice that he doesn't wash
his hands.

   A second man approaches almost immediately.  He starts pissing into my
mouth.  I see that his dick is smaller than the last guy's and smaller than
most of the ones I sucked on earlier.  Then I realize that I'm comparing
cocks in my head - what an utterly sissy thing to do!

   After peeing into my mouth for a few seconds he redirects his flow and
squirts it directly into my face.  It gets into my eyes and I whimper
pathetically, closing my eyes even as they sting.  He continues to pee like
this: into my hair, over my forehead and cheeks and then finishes in my
mouth.  I'm soaked and stinking.  He places the tip of his cock into my
helplessly open mouth and shakes the last few drips in.
A queue has formed.  There are already four more men ready to piss in
me. My stomach is already full.  I feel sick and wonder how I'm going to
survive.  By the time two more men have used me I have to pee myself.  I
feel it spray over the base of my buttocks, dirtying me even more.  There's

nothing that I can do.

   Word must get around because after twenty minutes or so, girls start
coming into the Men's room to see the fun.  The Asian girls hang back,
pointing and covering their mouths as they giggle.  In a sex club that's
full of fetish play, I've actually managed to be the most depraved thing
there.

   The blonde European girl that I had noticed when entering the club
strides over to me.  She's wearing six inch heels and towers imperiously
above me.  She's smoking.  Looking at me she takes a deep drag on the
cigarette and then exhales a plume of smoke.  Then she taps the ash of the
cigarette on to my tongue.  It lies there: a little heap.

   Then she spits into my mouth, a long slender string of spittle drips
agonizingly slowly from her lips into my mouth.  It hits the ash and
spreads it across my tongue.  "Disgusting!" she decides before turning and
walking out haughtily.

   What dominance!  I can't help but watch her fantastic ass as it marches
out of the room, and I notice that all the other men are staring too.  Then
one of them walks over and starts pissing, cleaning my tongue of the ash
and washing that into my stomach as well.

   I kneel there for nearly two hours, drinking piss.  I have no idea how
much I consume.  It must be gallons.  Eventually I'm pissing every few
minutes too - that urine has to go somewhere after all.  I actually start
feeling like a urinal: a receptacle that catches piss and then drains it
down a gutter.  I'm absolutely filthy.  Piss drips down my lips and chin,
it drips from my hair and onto my shoulders and back.

   I don't believe that I can feel any lower than this.  Then I remember
that I had thought that before, yet the Mistresses seem able to keep
knocking me further and further down.  I wonder just how far down it is
possible to descend.  I feel sub-human now.

   I continue to serve: as a toilet, as a spittoon and as an ashtray.  My
mouth is open to every abuse.

   The place is full of dominants and submissives, both male and female. 
While kneeling in the bathroom I see sissies with well-whipped asses and
thighs.  A slavegirl is kept in one of the cubicles, tied over the toilet
bowl her ass and pussy open to anyone's cock as long as they wear a condom.
Men piss on her head as it overhangs the rim of the toilet seat.  I see one
very unfortunate skinny Asian slave dragged in and forced to clean the
toilet bowls with his tongue.  I pray that Mistress Jade doesn't think of
making me do that.

   At the end of the evening the Mistresses come back.  They are clearly
disgusted by my appearance.  One of the urinals is blocked and there's a
pool of yellow piss there.  Mistress Lacey makes me drink it up before I'm
allowed to leave, crawling behind them on my hands and knees, tattered
clothes drenched with nastiness.  But the night hasn't finished yet.

   Monday - 04:30

   The sex club closed at 03:00 and that was when I drank the ocean of piss
from the urinal.  The Mistresses hung back with Billy while the club was
closed around us, sweepers sweeping and others stacking the stools up.  I
was left in the bathroom while they chatted.

   I was stinking of piss and cum and cigarettes so there was no hope of
getting a taxi.  One of Billy's staff took us.  He didn't want me messing
his car up.  Instead I was made to travel in the trunk.  Before I was
allowed to climb in though, the Mistresses made me remove all my clothes.
My sissy clothes, now torn and drenched in piss, cum and every other
assorted bodily fluid, which had been a source of humiliation for me, were
the now the only thing protecting me from even worse embarrassment.  Even
at this time of night there were still quite a lot of people in the streets
of Bangkok.  I quickly removed all my clothes, starting with shoes and
stocking, then my top and then the miniskirt.  I dived into the trunk
immediately.

   The Mistresses hog-tied me before closing the trunk and I was left in
claustrophobic, cramped darkness for the trip home, jolted by every bump in
the road.  Thankfully traffic was light and the journey wasn't long.

   Now I am kneeling, naked before the Mistresses.  My arms are cuffed
behind me again and my legs are spread apart.  Even my cock has been
released from its cage, which is a source of huge relief.  It is now quite
undeniable that humiliation and degradation turns me on and my cock has
spent the whole night trying to harden against the metal tube causing pain
and frustration.  Naturally it springs to attention now.

   Goddess Fire has joined the other two Ladies.  She hadn't been present
at the club - apparently there was another client that needed taking care
of - but now she rejoins the fun.

   Mistress Lacey, who seems to be enjoying my continued debasement more
and more, produces a container the size of a shoe box and opens it before
me.  To my horror I see that it is jam-packed full of used condoms. 
Mistress Jade explains that Billy had his prostitutes collect the soiled
prophylactics for my next torment: To be absolutely covered in cum.

   A dental gag is attached to me once again and my aching jaws are forced
open wide.  I whimper as the girl start to wear latex gloves to protect
themselves from that gooey nastiness.

   "Where first?" Mistress Jade asks her friends.

   Of course it has to be the mouth.  She picks one of the condoms up and
overturns it, aiming for my tongue.  I watch as the cum oozes down the
rubber sheaf.  It's quite viscous and takes some time before it slides out
over the edge and onto my tongue, congealing into a sordid little pool. 
"Don't swallow," she orders, and I kneel there as instructed, tasting
another man's sperm on my taste buds.

   She leaves the condom lying over my shoulder and turns for another.  I
have to hold my position for four more condoms-worth of cum, the puddle
growing ever larger on my tongue, until Mistress finally gives the order to
swallow.  I do so, with a grimace.

   The other ladies crowd in.  Mistress Lacey goes straight for the face,
pouring cum over my hear and my chin, laughing as it dribbles down onto my
chest and below, on to my thighs.  The cum is cold and unpleasant to the
touch.  There's a sticky sensation when it dries, like having old glue on
my skin, which is no better than the raw creaminess of fresh loads.

   Goddess Fire pours cum over my forehead and into my eyes, gluing one of
them shut.  The cum runs over my nose and into a nostril.  It smells foul
and I gag a little bit, which earns me a slap from one of the ladies.  More
and more cumloads are slathered over my face.  A torrent of cum pours down
my neck and torso.

   Goddess Fire discovers a new game.  She sinks a syringe into a condom
and sucks the cum inside it.  Then she presses down on the plunger and
sends a jet of cum splashing onto my face and into my mouth.  The other
Mistresses start doing the same.  At one point all three of them aim
syringes into my mouth and squirt cum directly into my throat.

   I lose count of how many condoms-full of loads I've been coated with. 
Dozens at least, and the box still looks quite full.  Some of the condoms,
slick with the vaginal or ass juices of the whores, are left in a heap on
my tongue, while the Dominatrices pause for a cigarette break.

   Mistress Lacey pulls a particularly large condom from the pile.  It has
a huge load pulling its tip down.  She dangles it in front of me.  "Big
condom, huh, slut?" she says.  I nod.  "Must be Big Black Cock.  Not like
your little white cock, no?" She places the end of the huge condom over my
small penis while the others giggle.  My cock only fills a third of it and
other two thirds hang down, weighted down by the man-cream in there.  She
tips it up, covering my penis with another man's sperm before letting it
dangle down again.

   The Mistresses continue to pour cum over me - over my head and face,
over my body, squirting at my back I'm literally dripping with the stuff.
It's a full-on bukkake session.

   "Nasty cumdump," says one of the Mistresses.

   "The faggot likes this," says Mistress Jade, "and wants to eat nothing
but cum for the rest of his life."

   "Cum whore!"

   Mistress Jade is the most articulate.  "Perhaps your tiny cock will grow
if we cover it in cum all the time," she speculates.

   Finally there are only a handful of used condoms left.  I've lost count
of the number that they have used on me.  I have no idea how many cumloads
I have swallowed in the last hour - forty, at least, I should think.

   They finish off by shoving three condoms into my ass and then plugging
it, ensuring that cum will slowly leak into my bowels for the rest of the
night.  By the time they lead me to my cage and I collapse in a heap of
exhaustion.

   What was that work Billy had used for me?

   Broken!
   That felt about right.