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Alex – from my journal
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Alex - part 7


Dinner

The girl knelt at Mother Goddess' feet while she and Miss Catherine had their dinner at the long table in the formal dining room. As was their custom, they were both dressed for dinner as though they were out at a fancy restaurant. David, hooded and dressed in a rubber catsuit with his caged cock and clamped nipples exposed was serving them; fighting not to spill anything as his hands and feet were cuffed and connected with a short chain and he wore nine inch heels. The girl had three fingers of one hand up her ass and three fingers of the other buried in her wet cunt. She had been ordered to keep them there. She knelt quietly while the two Ladies ate and talked pleasantly and, after a while, Mother Goddess tossed a bit of steak (which had some fat in it and so was discarded) onto the floor. The girl scrambled to it and ate it hungrily. Over the course of the dinner she did this perhaps a dozen times as one or the other tossed her a bit of food. As they enjoyed their coffee, Miss Catherine poured some wine into the bowl that held her salad and placed it on the floor and the girl lapped up the wine. She was grateful for what they had tossed her. She was hungry. There had been no food in her bowl today. She was only allowed to eat what was placed in her bowl or tossed to her on the floor. Some days there was good food in her bowl. Some days just scraps and other days foul tasting things meant to torment her. She was required to empty the bowl of its contents whenever she found anything in it. Other days, like today, the bowl was empty. Water she could drink as much of as she wanted but it had to be from a toilet. When secured the water was spit down her mouth by Miss Catherine or funneled into her mouth if she was breath-controlled. The girl never knew whether this was an oversight or done to make her hungry and to hammer home the point how much they controlled her. She assumed it was the latter as that was the point of her training. As she thought about this, her point was proven as Miss Catherine casually tossed her soiled napkin in the girl's direction. Her face red, the girl reluctantly chewed it and swallowed it..

The Chair

The girl was led down the hall on all fours, keeping time with Miss Catherine's steps so that her leash stayed taut but did not pull. As they entered the "dungeon room" the girl stopped short, which earned a rebuke and a kick from Miss Catherine. She had lost track of the days and hadn't realized it was Monday until she saw the chair. She hated Mondays and was terrified of the chair. She stared at it and trembled. Miss Catherine unclipped her leash and snapped her finger and said "chair". The girl sat in the imposing wooden chair; carefully lowering herself onto the two metal cocks (which had been lubed). Miss Catherine carefully tightened the straps around her wrists, arms, torso (above and below her breasts), waist, thighs, legs, ankles, and neck. When she was done she could not move. Miss Catherine then laced leather mittens onto her hands and strapped a dildo to one thigh (that she could later ride as the girl shrieked out her agony). The girl was now crying softly. Miss Catherine removed her tongue plate and then kissed her passionately; their tongues intertwined. She said "suffer for me, whore" and then kissed her her lips and put a set of ear buds in her ears (small headphones to carry sound) and then placed a tight red rubber hood over her head; leaving only her eyes, mouth, and nose holes visible.

The girl said "please, don't, I'll do anything you want, please". Miss Catherine said "but THIS is what I want, slut. You will take it or you may leave. Is the same as always, say the words "I want to go" and I will take you wherever you want and leave you there with plenty of cash. If you want to return to Jennifer then beg for what is coming".. The girl let out a loud sob that turned into a wail. Then she took a few deep breaths and in a shaky voice said "please, just silence me, please, I don't want the choice, please, just do it, I'm your pain-pig, please just do me." The girl repeated "just do me" over and over until Miss Catherine peeled another hood over her head, this one with no holes at all but with a gag that went into her mouth and ended in a short tube that exited the hood and allowed her to breathe. The hood was carefully laced very tightly. Miss Catherine now connected a small hose with a rubber bulb on the end to the hood and as she squeezed the bulb the hood inflated into a red ball; trapping and dehumanizing the girl-thing inside of it. The girl tried to control her breathing and calm herself as Miss Catherine inserted a catheter to control her pee and then connected wires to the metal cocks and to clips attached to her clit and nipple rings. The girl was now prepared for eight hours in hell.

The girl's time in the chair alternated between long periods of drifting in an uncomfortable frustrating haze; floating in a netherworld where minutes seemed like hours interrupted by periods of terrible pain and times when she was in a state of total panic. The panic came when her air was repeatedly cut off by a cooing/laughing Miss Catherine who could SO easily place a finger over her air tube and decide if she breathed or not. The pain, coming without warning, was delivered in so many ways. There was the electricity delivered to her most sensitive places. There was the beating of her thighs and tits. There was hot wax. Worst of all, there was the toying with her catheter, which was twisted and tapped and generally fucked with while the pressure in her bladder grew and the girl squirmed and moaned. Her most helpless feeling came from the funnel and hose that was connected to her mouth tube from time to time. Many things were fed down this tube and she had NO choice but to swallow what was delivered. She had to clear the tube of its full contents or she could not breathe. Sometimes it was water or piss. Sometimes it was foul tasting and impossible to determine what it was. Through it all the sound in her ears would change at Miss Catherine's whim; sometimes calming (birds or ocean waves), sometimes loud techno music or rap (which she disliked) that made her head pound and made it impossible to think or calm herself, sometimes the recorded sounds of the girl herself (being whipped and crying out or begging to be allowed to cum), and sometimes the voice of Miss Catherine (using a headset-microphone) taunting her.

Every few hours, she could feel Miss Catherine riding the rubber cock on her thigh to a crashing orgasm while twisting her nipples and mauling her tits and making her suffocate. She could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy and she wanted SO much to be free; to make love to her. But it wasn't her love that Miss Catherine wanted. It was her soul and she took what she wanted.

Then there were the orgasms. She was made to cum over and over until it was pure torture; agony to shudder out another cum. It sapped her strength and sanity and still she would be stimulated again, too sensitive to stand it - but stand it she must, and would hear the command "cum whore, right now pig, I want it".

The girl hated Mondays. The girl hated the chair. And yet, she had to be honest with herself and her Owners. She loved the ease and the remorseless way in which Miss Catherine used her so cruelly for her pleasure. It cost her SO much but she has to admit it to everyone reading this (as hard as that is): She will pay that price to feel what it makes her feel. That feeling cannot be described but she needs it. She NEEDS it.

The Morning After

The girl covered her head with her hands as the bright lights snapped on and the loud classical music began to play in the small cell in which she most often spent her nights. It was 5 AM and somewhere a timer switch had activated the music, lights, and <oh shit> the camera! The girl sprang to her feet unsteadily and stood at attention facing the "baby monitor" camera mounted on the wall. She stood up high on her toes, legs as wide as the chain between her ankle cuffs would allow, her wrist cuffs clipped to rings on her collar. She also wore a chastity belt that concealed her cunt, always in place when she was "put away for the night, which she couldn't wait to have removed. She stood motionless waiting for Miss Catherine to appear and get her. It was a frustrating way to start the day because she had no idea if anyone else in the house was even awake or looking at the feed from the camera. They were probably all asleep but she didn't dare risk not obeying orders. So she stood and waited like she did every morning; sometimes for hours until someone cared to fetch her.

She was particularly uncomfortable this morning because it was the morning after a night of "making love" with Miss Catherine and she was hurting.. "Making love" with Miss Catherine meant getting raped, abused, beaten, degraded and generally used as a toy for her pleasure. She was bruised and her body had angry red scratch marks all over it. Her tits throbbed from being squeezed, slapped and pinched. Her face was sore from being slapped and her she was a bit groggy from being choked. Her cunt hurt from being brutally fisted and scratched inside and her ass burned from being pounded with a strap-on dildo of impressive girth with small bumps all over it. Her scalp hurt from her hair being pulled and her lips and tongue hurt from where they had been bitten. There were bite marks on her tits and thighs. Her face was still sticky from where Miss Catherine had rode the dildo attached to her gag. Her cell had mirrored walls so she could easily see what a fuck-toy she was. As she looked herself over this morning she could easily see the words written on her in bright red marker and she felt her cunt go wet at the sight. The words on her belly said "FUCK PIG". On her tits was written "CUNT" and "SLUT" and just above her cunt it said "USE HARD". On her back it said "FUCK MY ASS HARD". As she felt her cunt gush, the door opened and Miss Catherine walked in. She was naked and the sight of her made the girl's heart pound. She snapped her fingers and said "knees" and then walked up, grabbing a handful of the girl's hair, pulled her face into her crotch. Her cunt was wet and the girl could smell her. "Make me cum quickly, bitch. I woke up thinking about yo

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