He woke with his cock in Beth’s mouth being nicely fellated.

Feeling him stir she raised the sheet that covered them and asked, “I hope that’s okay, Sir. It’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”

Of course he didn’t mind but as usual he desperately need to empty his bladder. With his wife he’d just empty it down her throat as he often had, but with a novice like this one the chance of soiling his bed was very likely.

“It was a bit forward, so you’ll have to be punished later.”

“Yes, Sir, ” she answered, a bit too eagerly.

He pushed her off and stood and with a finger through her collarled her into the bathroom. There he guided her to step into the tub and with a tug had her kneel.

She had a pretty good idea of what he had in mind and when he said, “Before you get to drink my morning cum, you have to learn to drink this.

“Open up.”

Before the last two words were spoken she had her face up and her mouth wide open. Her hands were crossed at her back and knees were shoulder-width apart.

She may not yet have been trained to be a slave but she sure showed the aptitude, he thought.

. In her frequent masturbatory fantasies she’d often imagined being pissed on. Usually by a circle of faceless mennstanding around her tied body. But it had never involved drinking it.

But ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’ she thought. She was nervous, worried it might make her puke and disgrace her attempts to be a good girl for her first Master.

She knew, from watching lots of porn, the display position for slaves. Sometimes before she masturbated she’d put clothespins on her nipples and labia and set a kitchen timer fo her hold that position. She’d made it up to sixty minutes and would have probably got even further had the strange course of events that had happened at the office not led her here, kneeling for a Master who was everything she had ever imagined and more.

The first few drops of the stream of hot yellow liquid firt hit her left cheek but she moved quickly to catch the rest. It was salty and had an aftertaste she couldn’t quite place, but it was not as revolting as she had feared. His output was voluminous and as hard as she tried, she couldn’t swallow fast enough to take it all in and some spilled out of the sides of her mouth and onto her swollen nipples.

When the stream slowed, she leaned forward catching the final dribbles onto her tongue. Holding it in her open mouth she looked up at him questioningly and with a nod from Derek, swallowed it.

She was proud of her effort though disappointed that some had escaped her mouth.

Lowering her gaze, she asked, “Please, Sir. May I clean the tub with my tongue?”

Her request impressed him enough that her wouldn’t be disciplining her for failing to catch it all but he answered, “No. That can wait. First clean me up so we can go finish what you started in front of the thing in the cage.”

The harshness of his words struck a note of terror in Beth. This was his wife, lover, and slave and he just dismissed her as a nameless object. It made the whole Master/slave thing more than just a fantasy and game.

Derek had, as he always did, chosen his words carefully and from the dilation of her pupils and flush of her body, knew it had had just the impact he wanted. Roughly he yanked her by her collar to her feet and immediately shoved four fingers into her vulva.

She gasped but said nothing.

“You’re soaked, ” he observed.

She was uncertain of how best to respond and just nodded.

“Is it knowing that being my slave is more than just pretending?

“Or that you might too end up in a cage if you fuck up?

“Or just that you’re a horny little slut?”

“...all... all of that... all of that and more, Master.”

He laughed in a slightly cruel way that only served to make her hornier.

With his fingers still in her collar, holding it tight enough to cut off some of her air, he led her out of the bathroom, through the living room which was still strewn with the naked bodies of Dominants and submissives after the previous night’s debauchery, and out onto the patio.

His other slave had somehow, despite her being fucked and pissed on throughout the night, managed to fall asleep in the relentless steel grip of her cage. Without loosening his grip he used his other hand to pull a chaise over to a position right in front of her.

The noise wakened her and she blinked against the morning light as she tried to take in the tableau. Seeing her Master of course made her happy, but seeing he also held the collar of her rival immediately crushed any joy left in her soul.

He sat on the longue and pulled the other slave down to her knees alongside him opposite Sherie.

“Go ahead. You can use your hands.”

Eagerly Beth took his half-flaccid member in her hands and started stroking at as she brought her mouth down to take it.

Looking over at his other slave he said evenly, “I want you to watch how I treat a well-behaved slave.

“If I catch you looking away or closing your eyes... you’ll stay in there another day.”

The thought of another twenty-four hours imprisoned like this horrified her. As unpleasant as it would be to watch another woman serve her Master, that threat ensured she would look at nothing else.

In seconds his manhood had reached its maximum and Sherie imagined how wonderful it felt and tasted in her mouth, how much she enjoyed having it shoved down her throat and cutting off her air.

“I let her drink my piss this morning... she wasn’t bad, but she missed a few drops so I’m going to have to punish her.”

His words were spoken to the one suffering in the cage but meant for both. The one sucking him increased her tempo and sucking, obviously turned on by the thought.

“Still, she managed to not throw up...”

Sherie thought back to her first few times and how she hadn’t been able to avoid vomiting. She knew his comment was directed at her and she blushed with embarrassment at that remembered failure.

She watched. She watched Beth take her Master’s cock deep into her throat. She watched her Master smile in ecstasy. She watched and knew that giving her Master pleasure was a privilege that she had lost by her misbehavior.

In twos and threes, the guests made their way out to the patio. Even those who had known Derek for some time were impressed by his Sadism, his punishment of his slave-wife.

Gripping Beth’s hair he pushed her head down and forced his cock into her throat and when she twitched from lack of hair, lifted it just enough for her to snatch a bit of air and then slammed it back down. Faster and faster he moved her head to fuck her throat until at last he held her down and ejaculated into her throat.

When she was finally allowed up her face was flushed and there was a mix of drool, emesis, and semen smeared around her mouth, her smiling mouth.

“Thank you, Master...” she gasped before licking the slimy mix up with her tongue.

One of the Mistresses had sent her slaves, a young couple, to the kitchen to rustle up some breakfast and soon the smell of coffee, bacon, and other delicious aromas filled the back yard. When they appeared with several trays and a large pitcher of coffee, their efforts were commended with a round of applause and their owner beaming with pride.

Sherie had not realized that despite having swallowed so much male and female liquids she was ravenous. The fragrances had her literally drooling.

She dared not complain, she knew, but the ache in her tummy only grew as she watched everyone eat.

Derek knew she was starving so he sent Beth to the kitchen to find a bowl that he then set down on a chair below his other slave’s face. “Please scrape your food scraps into this bowl, ” he told the group.

Sherie smiled and thought silently, ‘thank you, Master...’

To the captive the bits of bread, eggs, bacon, and bagels in the bowl looked like a feast but she knew she had to resist until given permission.

“Anyone here need to piss?” he asked the group.

His words didn’t mean much to the imprisoned girl. After what she’d been though all night she just expected that they’d add their urine to the already sticky and encrusted layers that coated her skin.

A couple of the men, one a Dominant and the other a slave raised their hands.

Derek gestured to the bowl of scraps, “Here, if you don’t mind.”

It wasn’t until the two yellow streams started splashing into the bowl that Sherie became aware of Master’s intent.

When they finished he ordered hiis newer slave, “Beth. Mix that up with your hand and feed it to her.”

The woman immediately obeyed but did so with a slight reluctance that Derek noticed and used a whip across her shoulders to remove. She dug both hands into the revolting mixture and soon had it mashed up into a soupy porridge.

Sherie felt, to her surprise, even more humiliated than she had at any time she had been put in the cage. And, she realized, it made her pussy wet.

Beth scooped up a small handful and offered it to the slave’s lips where it was immediately lapped up. She did this two more times before she felt the stinging leather of nine tails land twice across her shoulder and felt herself pushed aside as her Master said harshly, “Not like that. That will take forever. Can’t you see the stupid slut is hungry?” and scooped up a bif handful, ordered Sherie to, “Open.” and immediately shoved it into her mouth.

She tried to take it all but that was impossible and he smeared the rest over her face.

Before she had a chance to swallow it all she was ordered again to open and the process was repeated before he stepped back and again whipped her feeder, this time on her lower back and still tender ass. “Hurry up. Feed the bitch, ” he growled.

The two women quckly developed a rhthym that worked and in a few minutes the contents of the bowl were emptied.

The sight of her humiliation had made Derek and several other men there hard again and Sherie watched as he pushed Beth aside and rammed his cock into her mouth, pushing most of what was left there into her throat.

For the caged beast, it was an honor to have her Master be the one who made her finish swallowing. In her mind, every thing that had happened and was happening to her was deserved. It was disgusting but that’s what she was too.

She barely noticed that as he was fucking her throat someone wearing a strap-on of a fairly wide girth had started fucking her well-stretched asshole. From the moans she quickly deduced that it was Master’s sister Joanna, even before she heard him grunt between thrusts, “Well, sis, sure has been a while since we did... this... together.”

Her laugh had a cruel edge to as she answered, “Yeah... let’s... not... wait... so... long... next... time...”