Part 22

The next morning I got up at 6:00 am and got ready for the day. Afterwards I woke up Holger. He had a shower and I prepared the breakfast table, at least I put some plates, knifes, cups,...on the table and waited for Holger to be finished.

He walked into the room and told me to get on my knees beneath the table.

He took some ropes and bound me to the legs of the table. After some minutes he was satisfied with the outcome, I was unable to move.

Holger took the keys to my appartment and left.

About thirty minutes later he returned with some groceries and freed me from the ropes.

We sat down on the table together and Holger started eating. After he was finished he told me to start eating.

Meanwhile he got his cellphone out and set a timer for five minutes. He started it and told me, that this was the time I had left for having breakfast.

I started to eat rapidly, but was not roughly finished as the timer went off.

Holger told me to put all dishes away. While I was following this order he sat down and watched a bit of TV.

As I was finished I kneeled down in front of him and looked at the floor in front of his feet.

After a while Holger told me to get my biggest plug, some lube and some clamps. As I returned with the goods he told me to use them. I put on the clamps and lubed up the plug and my asshole. I proceeded to put the plug in my ass and after some tries I was able to get it in.

"Seems like we need a bigger one in some weeks", he noted.

Again I was told to kneel down and wait until I was spoken to again.

I did and this time I kneeled in front of Holger for about two hours.

"Get me a coffee, slut", he said and I got up and brewed him a fresh, black coffee.

I brought him the cup and watched him drinking it. I knelt down again and after he was finished he gave me the cup and I brought it into the kitchen.

As I returned Holger told me to stay up, but bend over. I turned around and bend over, so that he was able to see my ass.

Holger started to pull on the plug and after it was out, he immediately inserted it again. He repeated this for quite some time and I felt how my asshole got a bit sore. I asked him for some lube.

Holger pulled the plug out, but this time he did not reinsert it.

"What was that?", he asked me.

"I asked for some lube, sir", I answered, "my asshole is already sore".

"Your what?"

"My asshole?!"

"From now on this is not an asshole anymore", he informed me, "we will call this your asspussy now."

"Yes Sir".

"What is sore?"

"My asspussy is sore, sir."

"You want some lube?", he asked me.

"Yes Sir, please."

I heard him opening his pants.

"Sit", he said and I placed my asspussy on his cock.

With only a little resistance his cock slid in my asspussy.

"See?", he said, "You don't need lube right now".

"Yes Sir"

"Ride", he commanded and I started to go up and down with my ass.

After a few minutes I felt his hands on my ass and shortly after that I felt how he came inside me.

"Stay", he told me, as I was about to get up from his lap.

I stayed and felt how he started to piss inside me too. I was baffled and definetely worried about the couch.

As he was finished he told me to clench my asspussy and to get up. I did my best not to let any piss or cum run from my asspussy, as I wanted my couch to stay clean.

"Bend over", he told me and shortly after that I felt the butt plug at the entrance of my asspussy. He pushed it in fast and because of that I did not loose too much piss and cum from my asspussy.

I felt a bit like I needed to let it run out, but was unable to, because of the plug.

I got the order to kneel back down and after some minutes, maybe ten or fifteen Holger asked me if I felt full and wanted to let the cum and the piss out.

I answered positive and was told to get a bowl. I got up, walked over into my kitchen and returned with a big bowl.

"Squat over that bowl and pull that plug out", Holger commanded me.

I did what he wanted and shortly after I felt how his cum and piss were running out of my asspussy and as I looked down I saw how the bowl got filled.

After I felt it was all out I got up and looked at Holger. He told me to get all my plugs, dildos and vibrators. I did and after I returned he ordered me to lay them in the bowl.

Further I was told to roll them around in the mixture of cum and piss and get them all wet and dirty.

After some minutes Holger was satisfied with how the toys looked. He told me to grab one and start to suck and lick it clean.

Without hesitating I got to work and cleaned the first toy. I repeated this until every toys was clean again and after that I had to drink the "Fucksoup" as Holger called it.

It was kind of degrading having to clean up all those toys and even more degrading having to drink piss and cum which had been in my asspussy earlier.

Nevertheless it was hot and I was horny enough to do it without hesitating.

"With which part of your body are you doing that right now?", he asked me and I answered between to sips: "With my mouth, Sir."

That was wrong apparently, because he told me to stop and asked me how my asshole is called. I answered him right and then he asked me: "If your asshole is an asspussy, what could your mouth be?"

"Maybe a facepussy?" I asked and Holger smiled: "That is right slut."

"Does your facepussy like drinking fucksoup?"

Only the use of these words made all this so much more nasty, dirty, perverted and I liked it very much.

"Yes Sir", I answered and proceded to sip on my fucksoup. The use of the words nearly made me forget, what the ingredients of these special kind of soup were.

Somewhere in my head there was a voice, telling me, that this must be really disgusting, but somehow my mind was able to shut this voice off and I just gave in.

After I was finished I was told to bring all toys back into their place, get back and kneel down.

After I was kneeling in front of him, Holger took the clamps off my nipples. It hurt like hell. I had worn them for almoust three hours by now and my nipples were really sensitive.

Holger played a bit with my nipples and I squirmed a bit.

After he was finished playing with me, he continued to watch TV. It was already something around 3:00 pm and I was told to make him a sandwich. I got up, prepared it and brought it to him.

"Do you ever get mail on weekends?", he asked me while he was eating his sandwich.

"I don't know, maybe sometimes some sunday journal and some advertising mail."

"How about you look for it?", he asked me.

As I said, it was something around 3:00pm on a saturday and Holger wanted me to walk through the house.

"What if somebody sees me?", I asked.

"What do you care? Do you think they care about what you are wearing? Maybe they will whisper behind your back about it, but do you care?"

"Kind of, Sir", I began, "What if someone of my neighbors knows someone I know, too?"

Holger sighted: "Well, then let's say it like this: I don't care about that and so you shouldn't, too.", he leaned forward: "Maybe I was wrong about you and I should rather go home, instead of waisting my time?"

That felt kind of unfair, I followed all his orders and even drank the mixture of his spunk and piss and now he was pissed, because I did not want to ruin my everyday life. I came along with my neighbors and was not ready to give that up, in case really someone saw me and spread the news around the house.

"I don't want you to go, Sir. But I am not ready to do this.", I told him honestly.

He looked at me: "If you don't want to do it, there is a simple sentence, to cut all our bindings".

I rememberd the code-sentence, but remembered also, that it would really end everything between us.

"I am not ready to say it. I don't want it to end", I told him.

"Kind of an unlucky event, right?", he asked with a sweet tone in his voice: "I have an idea: Because you disobeyed me I will have to punish you and I will not insist on you walking downstairs to look for mail right now, but I want you to do it, at a time you feel save and like you have the courage to do it. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir", I answered and added: "Thank you, Sir."

Holger only smiled.

The rest of the day I was kneeling on the floor and Holger was watching TV. Around 7:00pm I was told to prepare Dinner. I got up, prepared the table and we ate together. Holger asked me if I was still thinking it was unsafe for me to go to look for mail.

I answered that I don't have the courage yet, because it was saturday and there was everytime a risk, that someone could come home or leave.

Holger just smiled and continued to eat.

After we were finished he told me to do the dishes and after that to kneel down in front of him.

I did and at 10:00pm he remembered me, that I still had to go to the mailcase.

Still I felt unsafe and waited for another two hours. At 0:00 am I got up and walked downstairs, there were four advertising folders in my mailcase.. Luckily there was nobody around to see me and so I was quite glad, that I had waited so long.

As I entered the flat I showed Holger the four folders. He looked at his watch and said: "I told you to go downstairs at, let's say, 3:00pm. Now it is 0:00 am. That are 9 hours, or better 540 minutes. There were 4 objects in your mailcase, which could have been important to read, so we will multiply the 540 minutes with the total number of objects in your mailcase..."

I started to wonder why he was working out the lenght, from getting the order until it was done and how the amount of objects in the mailcase was related to that, but I felt, that it maybe was not that clever to wait that long.

"...that will be 2160 minutes worth of punishment", Holger ended.

"What does that mean, Sir?", I asked him.

"That means, that you will have quite some time to endure some punishment."

That was obvious and as Holger was smiling, it came clear to me, that he would not tell me what would be happening."

"Maybe we should go to bed", Holger told me, "Tomorrow will be quite a day for you."

I agreed and got ready for bed. As I came out of the bathroom there was only one bundle of clothes hanging on the doorhandle to the living room.

For the next day: Pink fishnets, a black wetlook skirt, the black wetlook-underbust corsett and a long coat out of cloth.

Further there were two notes stuck on the coathanger, one of them was open and the other note was folded: Get ready and then read the second note.

I was quite shocked, because I thought I would get to sleep a little, but that was not the case. It was already 0:30 am, so I immediately got back into the bathroom and started to shower, shaved myself, got out of the shower, used some lotion on my body and then got dressed. After I was finished I applied makeup and some perfume.

I opened the second note with a racing heart, because I thought it might give me some hint on what would happen. It kind of did:

I am sleeping in your living room. Wake me up at 3:00am.

Get following items out of your drawer and pack them in a backpack:

- the whip

- nipple clamps

- the biggest plug

- some lube

- all ropes

- the biggest dildo

- the biggest vibrator

After you have collected all these things, I want you to write a list of things you fear the most, while beeing dressed up, respectively while beeing my slave.

I started to gather and pack everything and found a piece of paper and a pen on my bed, while doing so.

After I was finished packing I started to write the list. I don't remember everything I wrote down, but it was something like:

- getting caught from someone I know

- getting exposed in my everyday life

- getting hurt over a certain level of pain

- needing to confess 'What I am' to a person I know

- beeing really forced to do something I am not feeling well doing / having to make a decision wether to use my safeword-phrase or not

- having to eat shit or else

- having needles or similar used on my body

- beeing made to puke while deepthroating a cock or toy

I hope I got everything, but I am not sure. If there was more and I remember later, I will edit the list.

I waited the rest of the time, until I was told to woke up Holger.

After I had waken him up, he got dressed and asked for the list. He read it and asked me: "What about licking or kissing feet?"

I answered that it is not a fear, but that I don't know if I would like it.

Holger smiled: Well, I am not into that, too. But good to know, that you really only wrote down things you fear."

As he was finished reading we left the flat and walked downstairs.

We went into the courtyard and right a that moment Holger looked at his watch. I believe it was about 3:15am.

"All right, your punishment starts now."

All the time I was to busy to think about the amount of 2160 minutes of punishment. In that moment it came clear to me, that this amount of minutes was equal to 36 hours. I asked myself how we would be able to get it done in one day, but I was clever enough not to ask Holger.

"Want a cigarette?", he asked me and I answered positive. I started to smoke and thought about what might happen...