I am driving on the M25 towards my destination – the roads are jam packed with motionless cars and i have time to consider why i am going to this meeting. i have plenty of time because i had been warned that there may be delays – and i didn’t want to be late under any circumstances.
i thought of the reason why i was here on this journey and that took me back to the day i met my Mistress and to the interview as a result of which i became Her contract tps (toilet paper slave)……
On arrival at Her house i was met by Her maid who showed me into a very well equipped dungeon. Shortly afterwards Mistress entered the room – She was without doubt the most beautiful dominatrix i had ever met and my heart throbbed with emotion. She was wearing leather thigh length boots, a leather bra and a short leather skirt. She carried a whip to accentuate Her natural superiority.
The interview was short.
‘Name’? i replied ‘David’.
‘David, Mistress – always refer to me as Mistress’
‘Yes, Mistress – sorry, Mistress’.
‘The job You are seeking is to be my toilet paper slave and as such you will be responsible for keeping My arsehole clean at all times and acting as My urinal as and when I require your services. Do You understand?
‘i believe that all males are of the lowest possible order. The only place male slaves have in My life, and those of My circle of Mistress friends, are to keep My bottom and pussy absolutely clean and fresh. It is too degrading for a beautiful Mistress such as Myself to have to do such tasks – that is what you are here for. Do you understand, slave?
‘Be warned, you will be punished for the smallest infringement of my rules. I love punishing my slaves and making them crawl and whimper with their degradation. To you this will be ‘agony’ – to me it is ‘ecstasy’. However, i do not always enjoy inflicting pain so much as i prefer to cause mental pain by degrading my slaves. But sometimes, if the mood takes me or there is no alternative, i will cause you pain and suffering, do you understand, slave’?
Right – you will be employed for a trial period. Strip’!
I immediately stripped naked, piling my clothes in a tidy bundle.
‘Adopt the slave position’
Fortunately i knew this and immediately dropped to the floor on my knees, placed wide apart, with my head on the floor and my bottom lifted as high as possible with my arsehole spread open, exposed for inspection. Once there Mistress placed a slave collar around my neck, attached to which was a short lead – ‘that is your label of servitude, slave’.
Mistress went on ‘slave, you have disappointed me in that you had to be reminded to call me ‘Mistress’ and you failed to fall on the floor as soon as i entered the room. For these serious failures you will be severely punished.
I remember being punished for the first time by my new Mistress. These punishments became a feature of my life over the next few months. But i knew where i was – the lowest of the low – in the eyes of My Mistress and Her friends.
As i drove i smiled to myself as i thought how similar most of my slave duties were to the punishments that were inflicted on me. Mistress was very clever in getting the best out of Her slaves – including me.
My first punishment, for failing to call Her ‘Mistress’ and for not falling to the floor when She entered Her dungeon, was to be actually introduced to my new place of work. Mistress dragged me by my slave lead to a bondage bench in the dungeon and ordered me to lie down on it on my back with my arms and legs spread eagled. Once i was in position She placed leather wristlets and anklets on my wrists and ankles and secured them to the bench and then tightened all four bonds so that i could not move.
Silently She then removed Her leather skirt and Her knickers. Without a word She mounted the bench and placed Her beautiful bottom immediately over my face.
‘Knowing you were coming today i have not washed My arsehole for three days. You are going to clean it, slave – understand’?
‘Y-y-e-e-s-s Mistress, i replied panicking, shaking with fear.
She then lowered Her bottom so that it was just over my nose.
‘Smell it, slave – smell the arsehole you will be very familiar with over the forthcoming months.
I breathed in deeply through my nose as instructed and nearly passed out as a result. The smell was not pleasant and i realised why this, one of my main duties, was termed a punishment by my new Mistress.
‘Smell it, slave’ Mistress repeated and i did just that.
She then lowered Her bottom onto my face and ordered ‘now lick it slave – clean My dirty smelly arsehole with your miserable tongue’.
Mistress kept me in this position for about 20 minutes although it seemed much longer at the time. At times She would spread Her bottom cheeks with Her hands so that my tongue would penetrate further inside Her rosebud. At others She would move so that my tongue could clean other parts of Her arse crack. i licked away as Her drops of sweat dribbled into my mouth as did other very smelly faecal matter which She had left for me to clean away with my tongue.
After 20 minutes Mistress got up and turned around and placed Her pussy close to my mouth.
‘I want to piss now slave – open your mouth’. i did as ordered, and very accurately She began to piss in my mouth. It came in short burst allowing Her slave time to swallow until She was finished. She then got up and placed Her hand on Her bottom crack and then placed it by my nose. ‘Can You smell anything slave’?
‘No. Mistress’ i replied truthfully for i believe i had done a good cleaning job. This was the first of many such daily assignments.
Mistress then touched my penis and laughed. She then retrieved a piece of equipment and attached it to my penis. That is a penis restrainer slave – it will help keep you under control and as and when I want to reward you – if I ever do – it will act as an enhancer to the momentary feeling of ecstasy you will have earned by being My tps.
There were other punishments that She inflicted on me over time but as i sat in my car i remembered that first encounter with my Mistress with gratitude.
However not all punishments were the same as my duties as Her tps. Later on in that first week i once again displeased my Mistress, this time by failing to properly clean Her smelly arsehole with my miserable tongue. This infuriated Her, understandably looking back. We were in Her dungeon and She immediately released me from the bondage bench where i had been carrying out my tps duties and grabbed my slave lead and roughly pulled me to Her whipping bench nearby.
‘Bend over, slave’.
This i did immediately even though i was shaking with genuine fear. She then roughly secured my wrists and ankles to the bench so that i was stretched out with my bottom pushed upwards as far as it would go, fully exposed and i was unable to move an inch. She then went to the wall on which were hanging several vicious looking whips and floggers. She chose a leather flogger and returned to me.
‘You are employed to smell and clean My smelly arsehole, slave. you have failed miserably to do that – do you think that I should do this Myself? i am Your Mistress and as such it is totally beneath My dignity to have to do your arse cleaning job for you. Do you understand?’
‘Yes, Mistress – i am sorry Mistress – it will never happen again’.
‘No it certainly won’t for I am going to give you a whipping you will never forget. you will receive 20 lashes and after each one you will count the number and thank Me. Understood?’
‘Yes-s-s M-m-m-mistress – i-i-i-i am so sorry M-m-m-m-mistress’. i was trembling now with fear.
Mistress came round and stood by my head. She was still naked from Her waist to Her boots.
‘i am going to enjoy this, slave, for You see today is my birthday and whipping You is going to be My treat for the day. Remember if you fail Me again I shall invite some of My Mistress friends around and you will be whipped by us all. We will just love that – not only that but whilst I or one of the others whips you, you will be forced to clean another Mistress’s arsehole with your miserable tongue or you will suck Her strap on like a cock. Do you understand, slave’?
‘Y-y-e-e-s-s- M-m-mistress-s’ i stuttered totally and genuinely petrified by the vivid scenarios outlined by my Mistress.
Then silently with only the sound of Her boots click clacking on the dungeon stone floor She moved around the bench behind me.
‘Slave, i do not like seeing My slaves with blood all over their arses after being whipped as it spoils the view i have of their pathetic backsides. i use a flogger which inflicts equal pain but no marks – so do not think i am letting you off lightly. I am not – understand’?
‘Yes-s-s M-m-m-mistress – i-i-i-i am so sorry M-m-m-mistress’ i repeated sweat pouring off my body so that it glistened in the subdued light of the dungeon.
My arse was pushed out fully exposed. i waited silently and then SWISH – the first stroke hit my left cheek – the sound could no doubt be heard throughout the building. ‘OOOOwww’ i screamed pathetically. But i forgot to thank Mistress.
‘So you have decided not to do as i told you and count the strokes and thank Me after each one’.
‘So-rr-r-y-y M-m-m-istress. One – thank You Mistress’.
‘you will now receive an additional 10 strokes, slave so that You learn your lesson and obey Me instantly in future’.
‘Ye-e-s-s, th- th-ank You M-m-m-istress’.
The sound of the second loud lash reverberated around the cold dungeon and my arse felt the acute pain.
‘2 – th-th-th-ank You, M-m-m-istress’.
The next lash landed on my right cheek – again the sound reverberated around the dungeon. Again i yelped with both fear and pain.
‘3 – th-th-th-ank ,You, M-m-m-istress’.
And so the punishment continued for what seemed a lifetime – i never forgot to count the strokes and never forgot to thank Mistress for the severe punishment She was inflicting upon Her miserable slave.
After 20 lashes had been administered Mistress came round to where my head was placed. She turned round, bent over and placed Her very sweaty smelly arse next to my nose – then slowly She spread Her arse cheeks wide to maximise the degrading position i was in.
‘Smell the sweat both on and inside My arsehole you miserable slave. Are You going to be more careful about ensuring My arse is absolutely clean in future after you have licked it with your miserable tongue?
‘Yes, Mistress’ i replied with my nose firmly planted in Her arse crack – on Her rosebud.
‘Good, then after you have received the next 10 lashes i will release you from here and you will immediately return to the bondage bench and continue with You cleaning duties. Understood’?
‘Yes, Mistress’ i again replied.
Mistress then returned to Her position behind me to resume the administration of my punishment.
Swish – crack ’21 – thank You, Mistress’. Swish – crack ’22 – thank You, Mistress’ Swish – crack ’23 – thank You, Mistress’ Swish – crack ’24 – thank You, Mistress’ Swish – crack ’25 – thank You, Mistress’ Swish – crack ’26 – thank You, Mistress’ Swish – crack ’27 – thank You, Mistress’ Swish – crack ’28 – thank You, Mistress’ Swish – crack ’29 – thank You, Mistress’ Swish – crack ’30 – thank You, Mistress’
It was over – without a word Mistress released me from my bonds and i staggered to the bondage bench on which i lay spread eagled as instructed. Mistress then once again secured me tightly so that i could not move and without a word mounted the bench and presented Her naked arse just above my nose. Obediently i smelt it with deep breaths. Her arse was covered with sweat from Her exertions at the whipping bench. The smell was intolerable but i never moved my nose an inch. Then She lowered Her beautiful arse on to my eagerly awaiting tongue and i licked and licked it both deeply inside Her rosebud as well as all around Her beautiful arsehole to make sure it was a fresh as a daisy. i licked away the smell but the whole area was already extremely wet with Her sweat which i licked up like a dog lapping up water. i would be a better tps in future i promised myself. My Mistress’s dirty, smelly, wet orifices tasted wonderful and i forgot the terrible punishment i had just endured, my head deeply buried in Her beautiful arsehole – cleaning – cleaning – cleaning for that is all i am good for.
On our first social engagement some days after this first meeting, my Mistress had two female Mistress friends around for drinks and entertainment. They drank and ate in the salon for an hour or so and then my Mistress summoned me by ringing Her bell. On entering the salon i immediately adopted the slave position and was introduced to Her friends as Her tps and Her urinal. She announced that for the remainder of the evening Her friends could avail themselves of my services as They wished. There followed a lot of laughter as both Her friends circled me prodding me here and there with Their whips which They carried everywhere They went as a mark of Their authority and supremacy as if i was nothing but a piece of shit – which to them of course i was. Then Mistress led me by my collar and chain to an item of furniture that looked like a chaise longue. This was no ordinary piece of furniture. On a closer look it had a cavity for a slave to lie down in with his body stretched out and his face in line with a round hole which people– Mistresses – could sit on. Once i was in place She secured my wrists and ankles very tightly to the chair so that i could not move. There was no escape.
Mistress announced that this was a new piece of furniture She had just bought and announced that it was Her ‘comfort seat’. She explained that Her guests could sit and enjoy themselves in the salon with Their drinks whilst being attended to in whatever way They desired by Her tps.
The hole in the chaise longue fitted me perfectly and after a short discussion one of the guest Mistresses swiftly removed Her leather skirt and knickers and mounted the chair. She looked down on me as the pitiful slave i was and quickly lowered Her beautiful slim naked bottom over my nose – just as my own Mistress does.
‘Lick my beautiful tight little arsehole clean slave and make sure You smell it first’. i, of course, did exactly what i was told to do and i first smelt the arsehole presented to me and trying not to choke from the stench i continued to smell it before the Mistress guest lowered Her arse further and ordered me to ‘lick my smelly arsehole clean now slave’ and roared with laughter.
Next it was the turn of my Mistress’s other guest who announced that She would love to try out my Mistress’s slave as Her own bottom was ready to be cleaned. The two guests changed places and my torment started all over again. All three Mistresses had certainly made a point of not washing for several days before the soiree!
As this second guest lowered Her naked arse towards me i looked up and there above me was the most beautiful arse a slave could ever see. This Mistress simply pointed a finger at Her naked arsehole above me. This was Her signal to move my nose towards Her rosebud and place it less than an inch below it. i could see Mistress move in anticipation of what was to happen next. She pulled Her cheeks apart and in doing so She revealed all of Her beautiful rosebud. i began to breathe deeply in through my nose. Drops of sweat fell onto my nose, mouth and face. i have become an expert in the degree of cleanliness of Mistresses’ arseholes presented to me for cleaning and this had not been cleaned for many days and nights. i could detect not only faecal matter but also it was clear She had had sex since last washing. All had to be cleaned with my tongue until there was no sign of any smell or of anything that may cause the smell. Then She ordered me ‘smell My dirty arsehole slave and tell me what you smell. i replied, terrified, that i smelt Her sweaty unwashed arse. ‘Anything else? i was asked. i smelt again and realised that dripping down from Her pussy on to Her arsehole was what appeared to be the remains of a recent sexual encounter. ‘i can smell and see cum, Mistress’. ‘Yes, so now slave clean it all off with your miserable tongue both inside and outside My pussy and My arsehole’. She then lowered Her beautiful slim arse so that my tongue could penetrate Her arsehole and so i could clean both inside and outside. Then I was made to do the same to Her pussy. ‘Tell me when you have finished, slave’. Ten minutes later i indicated that all was now clean. Mistress, however, decided that five more minutes of cleaning were required before enough had been done to remove all smells, cum and dirt from Her arsehole and Her pussy and She then raised Herself from my mouth. i resisted the urge to give this beautiful rosebud one last kiss. There would no doubt be other occasions
The next instruction came from my own Mistress. She came and sat on the chaise longue facing me. She pointed to Her pussy indicating that She wished to use Her slave’s mouth as Her urinal. i immediately placed my open and eager mouth over Her pussy making sure that there would be no leakages. If i was to lose any of my Mistress’s piss then it was my duty to lick it up from wherever it had leaked to. i felt Mistress move slightly so i knew that She was ready to piss in my mouth. Then it came slowly and in short bursts so that i could be forced to drink every drop without spilling it. The taste was bitter and pungent and the smell acrid. After the second burst some piss escaped out of my mouth and dribbled down my chin and on to my chest. After the third burst i had difficulty swallowing more of Her piss and as a result i began to cough but i managed to swallow all that She had given me. When She had finished degrading me by filling my mouth with Her piss and forcing me to swallow it all my tongue was used again as toilet paper to dry my Mistress’s pussy and to make sure it was clean. That said at the same time i smelt Her arsehole and knew that She, like Her guests before Her, had made sure that my cleaning duties would be challenging that evening as and when it was time for me to be forced to clean that beautiful arsehole that i was beginning to know so well and love so much.
Now my Mistress had another idea. Her two guests could enjoy my services in the dungeon with a ‘spit roast’ arrangement. Her guests thought it a great idea – but i had no idea what They were talking about. i was taken out from under the chaise longue and taken by my slave lead to the dungeon. There i was tightly secured to the whipping bench with my bottom bent over as if ready for a good whipping with my Mistress’s flogger and my arse cheeks forced apart.
The two Mistress guests were out of my view for a few minutes but then they came out in front of me – both wearing a leather strap on. i was still not sure what was going to happen but was beginning to get the idea. One Mistress spread some lubricant on my own arsehole with Her fingers and then She slowly but surely inserted Her strap on and began with a few strokes to fuck my arsehole. Then the other Mistress came to the front and ordered me to open my mouth – i obeyed. In went the strap on and Mistress began to fuck my mouth with rapid thrusts. Both Mistresses fucked me back and front with rapid strokes before my own Mistress suggested They stopped. Both strap ons were removed from their respective holes. My Mistress then suggested that They changed ends – not what i was hoping for. The dildo now presented to my mouth was the one which had been fucking my arsehole. My new ‘mouth fucking’ Mistress ordered me severely to ‘open your mouth slave and you can suck this smelly dildo that has been up your arse’. I did what i was told and in it went whist at the same time the other dildo entered my arsehole and the fucking began all over again. They changed ends again amid lots of laughter.
i remember as i sit here in the car how services and punishments were so similar in this life as my Mistress’s tps.
This was the first of many similar parties where i was responsible for carrying out my roles as tps and urinal. After a while most Mistress guests arrived at the house and immediately felt in the mood to have Their arsehole licked cleaned. When on Her own without guests, My Mistress would simply tell me to go to the chaise longue then She would come over to where i awaited Her, look down at me and simply point to Her bottom before placing Her smelly rosebud over my nose so that i could smell it and then lower it further so that i could lick it clean with my ever aching tongue. Such activities sometimes took half an hour to complete leaving my jaw aching but my Mistress happy.
I also remember during my training that if i tried hard Mistress would reward me as She felt to be appropriate. After I had been appropriately punished for any slack behaviour or minor transgressions by being whipped appropriately with Her flogger or used as a fucking machine by my Mistress in Her dungeon i would be tied to Her bondage bench or something similar and She would as usual adopt Her favourite position with Her naked arsehole immediately placed over my nose. By this time it would be clean thanks to my labours and She would tell me to smell it and confirm it was clean enough for Her not to have to wash. i would so confirm and She would then lower Her beautiful arsehole as She instructed me, Her slave, to give it a final clean with my tongue. Perhaps i would then feel Mistress touching my penis with the restrainer still in place to reward me, Her slave, for pleasing Her and She would then begin to stroke my penis. It would not take long before my tongue was deeply buried in Her arsehole and i was experiencing the agony and the ecstasy of my ejaculation.
As I ejaculated i would shout into the beautiful arsehole i was cleaning ‘Mistress, i will do anything for you Mistress, Mistress, Mistress – anything – anything –anything at all – aaaaaah’.
At the end of one party last week one of My Mistress’s guests announced that i had not pleased Her in that my tongue had not cleaned Her smelly arsehole properly and later that i had been reluctant to take a dildo strap on in my mouth after She had been fucking my arsehole. Mistress looked shocked as nobody had complained before. i was gob smacked! i then realised that the Mistress in question had not only ensured that Her arsehole had not been cleaned after She had had a shit but i had stupidly turned my face away when being ordered to clean it. There was a house rule that the practice of scat was forbidden as my Mistress did not like me having a bad breath afterwards. The fact that i had turned my face away was used as an excuse for the visiting Mistress to make a complaint.
Despite the reasons, this was not considered to be acceptable behaviour for a slave. Later the same evening my Mistress summoned me to tell me that She had decided that i needed further training so that i could be of further and better service to Herself and Her guests in future without fear of having a Mistress friend complaining about my treatment of Her. She then said to me “you have let me down, slave deadeye – the slave name She had given me. You need further training to make sure this never happens again.”
My Mistress then wrote a telephone number on a piece of paper and said “this is the phone number of a Mistress friend of mine. you are to call Her tonight and arrange to go and see Her – She is expecting you. Her name is Mistress Paris and She runs an organisation called STAMP – Slave Training Academy of Mistress Paris.”
So here i am now just arriving at The STAMP address to receive further slave training from Mistress Paris and Her staff at the Academy. I am fearful as to what to expect and do so hope that i will please Her so that i can return to my Mistress a better and more experienced slave to satisfy my Mistress and Her friends.
I get out of the car and very gingerly approach the front door of the address i have been given. Shaking from fear i knock on the front door. After a minute the door opens and a voice from within orders loudly ‘come in slave deadeye, Mistress Paris is expecting You’. i enter the door which is then slammed shut behind me.
‘On the floor slave’ the voice orders loudly. i obey immediately.
‘Now strip, you will not be requiring your clothes during your training here’ another voice shouts.
i am petrified – a humble miserable male slave – the lowest of the low – at the mercy of members of the superior sex in the shape of Mistress Paris and the Academy staff at The STAMP. I quickly remove all my clothes and place them in a neat pile.
Without being ordered to do so, i automatically assumed the slave position reflecting my complete servility with my head pressed hard against the floor, my naked arse stretched outwards and upwards. Was i being servile enough for this new Mistress? What could i do to please Her?
One of the Mistresses came over to me. She was dressed in black leather thigh length boots, a black leather bra and short leather skirt. I did not dare look up and i therefore could not see Her face. She approached me from behind, i felt Her whip being placed on my exposed bottom, then Her hand touched me briefly and i heard Her snigger.
‘You should know, slaveboy, that Your Mistress sent You to me as a birthday present to do with as i like to make you a better tps. So it is indeed my birthday – today 6 September. What do You say to Your new Mistress, slaveboy’?
‘H-h-happy b-b-b-irthday, M-m-mistress’. i stammered.
‘Thank you slaveboy – i have great plans for Your time with us at the Academy’. She continued to inspect Her new slave pupil.
‘So you are the pathetic slaveboy who has upset my very dear friend. I have heard a lot about you, slaveboy. Here at my Academy, The STAMP Academy, we demand an extremely high quality service from all slaveboys who pass through our doors. Here you will learn how to substantially improve Your tps and urinal skills and each day you will show me – I am Mistress Paris – and all My fellow Mistresses here how you have learnt to become a better tps and urinal slave to Us all.’
Mistress Paris then held out the whip She was carrying. ‘Failure means a taste of this, slaveboy. There is nothing I like more than using it on a pathetic slaveboy who fails to understand his place in life. For you that place, here at My Academy, is for your miserable tongue to clean not only My arsehole and pussy each day and night as required but the arsehole and pussy of every Mistress instructor at the Academy as and when They require those services’.
She then placed a slave collar around my neck to which was attached a slave lead. With a sudden lurch forward i was forcibly dragged behind Mistress Paris.
As we moved forward She said ‘you follow me now on your hands and knees to My dungeon, slaveboy. There your training will begin. you should know that the washbasins have all been out of bounds for everybody here since We knew you were coming so it has not been possible for any of us to wash. Follow me Girls – let Us see what this miserable tps and urinal slave can do for Us’.
There followed a lot of giggling as my welcoming party proceeded to Mistress Paris’s dungeon – accompanied on his hands and knees by Their new slave at the end of his slave lead.
My slave training was about to begin and i was petrified at the thought of what was going to happen to me, a servile and miserable slave, a pathetic specimen of humanity, at the famous STAMP Academy at the mercy of Mistress Paris and Her fellow Mistresses.