The things a slave will do to prove his love to his Mistress

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“Why?” I asked.

A kick, not so playful, to my exposed penis. “Don’t ask questions slave. You are not done in here, that’s why. At least you don’t need to do the cooking. Your mistress will cook for you. Just relax.” She said.

I could hear the stove on, pots and pans banging around, and the smell of bacon and eggs wafting in from the other room. And the faint sound of the coffee machine. My senses had become heightened, perhaps through sensory deprivation.

More time passed. I could not tell how long. When you have no frame of reference, just there lying in a bucket in a dark bathroom, alone with your thoughts, there isn’t much to do to pass the time. At one point, someone came to the front door, a woman, and I thought it might have been Melanie, though I couldn’t tell who it was. I heard them chat for a bit out front. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it sounded like small talk and giggling. Girl talk. At one point I thought I heard someone say, “Oh wait, I guess I better give this back!” with a laugh. After a bit, though, the talk died down and I heard the cabin door close. But eventually, Aurora returned.

The bathroom light came on and I heard her walk over. She lifted the lid and sat down. She was still wearing her soiled skirt, now stained with Frank’s messes, and still had no panties on underneath.

Her tight ass over my face gave me an instant hard on. All kinds of dirty thoughts passed through my head.

“Hungry, slave?” She asked.

“Yes, mistress.” I replied.

“Good, Toilet. I have a job for you.”

Oh God, this can’t be good. This cant…

I could hear her stomach let out a loud rumble. She leaned forward on the seat until her butt hole was right over my mouth. I saw it pucker. A nauseatingly foul odor escaped, a long wet fart. The smell was intense, gagging, nauseating. I breathed it in. I heard her stomach rumble again, and her ass puckered again, more noticeably.

What happened next is indescribable, so I will not elaborate further. But yet, I will say that somehow, I managed to do my job, satisfactorily. Just blocked out my mind and did it, servicing her in the most intimate of ways. I later prided myself on my strong stomach, and that few other men would ever have the guts, or even the desire, to service their women in such an intimate way. But I cannot explain further. Even now, sitting here reflecting on this, the thought of what took place in that bathroom makes my stomach turn. Was there a perverse part of me that enjoyed it in spite of it? I suppose so. It was the ultimate utter debasement, but somehow, in my own sick way, I was honored to do this for her.

Later that afternoon, both of us, freshly showered and dressed in clean clothes, sat out on the back porch watching the waves. I had made us both some ice tea, and sandwiches; ham, swiss, and tomato, the way I knew she liked them. She hadn’t even had to ask. Some things, if you are together with someone for a while, you can learn what makes them happy, and almost instinctively know the thoughtful little things to do for them every day, without them even having to ask. Perhaps that’s why Aurora and I are so good together.

It was another warm spring day. Kathi and Tarvarius were out on the beach below, body surfing the waves and laughing. I was, of course, once again, wearing my cock cage. She had re-attached it to me before she had even unshackled me from the toilet box. Soon, though, I hoped to be free of it again, even if for a short time.

After a while, we went back inside the cabin to take care of some much needed business.

“You have done well today,” she said.

“Thank you Mistress.” I replied.

“I think you have earned that reward, wouldn’t you say? I better let you out of that cage I guess.”

“Thank you mistress!”

“Pants down! Spread your legs!” she commanded.

Grabbing the key from her purse, still on its necklace chain that Melanie had so recently worn it on, she walked over and unlocked me. The metal device dropped to the floor.

“Do you want your reward?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Kneel before me then.” She said. “Crawl over here.”

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