Blackmailed Slaves for Life

[kearns]

Pussyslut walked into Caroline's room to find Tits unpacking her boxes and putting the colorful contents into a large brown dresser that covered one of the walls. Caroline was perched smugly on the edge of her bed.
"Did Don appreciate his tip?"
"Yes Mistress, very much"
"Did you swallow?"
"No Mistress, he came on my- I mean, this slave's face."
"Then why do you not have his cum on your face, slave?"
"Because I- uh, this slave- washed it off after he left. Mistress." She added quickly.
"I won't punish you now because you didn't know the rule, but any cum on you is to stay on you unless I say otherwise."
"Yes Mistress."
"My packages for you came in last night, slave, so you are to take the boxes in the corner there and put them in the matching dresser in the bedroom down the hall. Now, I think it's unfair that one slave has a room for dressing all by themselves, so that's why when you undress in there you are to give a strip tease for the camera. I don't care if it's amateur, just make it sexy. Speaking of undressing, remove your shirt and short-shorts, you're only supposed to be in underwear around me."
"Yes Mistress," Pussyslut said, pulling her shirt off and stepping out of her short-shorts.
"Good. Now, as you can see you're dressed in all black, which matches your hair and nails. You girls were each assigned a color, and your hair and nails will always be this color. Your color is black, Pussyslut, and Tits's (Tits stopped her unpacking to offer up her girls) is pink. It's just a reminder that I control your looks. Now, Tits here (she did the motion again) is not allowed to wear any red undies, as it wouldn't match her assigned color. You're lucky, Pussyslut, your color matches almost everything. Say thank you!"
"Thank you Mistress," Pussyslut said in a bored tone.
"Now, when I said a lot of the undies were custom, I meant that. Not only are some exotic-looking, but some perform cute little functions that will help you serve me, as you'll soon find out. But all of the undies have a small chip in them that activates the cameras around the house whenever you enter their field of vision. It saves me a little on the electricity bill and ensures it only captures shots of you when you're around. Less editing for the DVDs I plan on making too! Anyways, I plan on adding these chips to all the undies and bras you two girls brought over. Actually, I don't plan on doing it, you two girls will sometime this week. This chip, though, also has GPS that will allow me to pinpoint your location anywhere in this house and the world with incredible precision. Between the GPS, the bells I can put on your clit and tits, the cameras, and me looking for you myself, there's nowhere to hide from your duties, Pussyslut. Now obey and go unpack."
"Yes Mistress."
Pussyslut walked over to the boxes and crouched down to pick them up.
"No, slave, when you pick something up from the floor you are to put your feet together and bend over. No crouching."
"Yes Mistress."
"Do it again."
"Yes Mistress."
Pussyslut put her feet together and bent over, picking two boxes up at once. She turned and began walking out of the room, startled when Caroline appeared behind her and slapped her ass.
"Nice tattoos."
"Yes Mistress," Pussyslut mumbled, remembering that any thong she wore now would reveal her as a slave and the property of Caroline.
"Back straight and chest out. And roll your hips more as you walk, sluts do that."
"Yes Mistress," Pussyslut said in a defeated tone, rolling her hips more as she moved towards the opposite bedroom.

[kearns]

Pussyslut was unloading the packages for quite some time. Boxes and boxes of frilly and different colored bikinis, boyshorts, hipsters, cheekies, thongs, and bras filled her dresser, of all different materials: cotton was prevalent, but there was also a lot of lace and a few shiny pairs with five percent spandex. Strangely, about ninety percent of all the undies she unpacked had words like "Slave," "Whore," "Slut," "Bitch," "Cunt," "Pussylicker," and "Cocksucker" on the front and back. One pair of black panties she picked up was designed to only cover the right ass cheek, and she found a similarly styled bikini bottom in another box. Not surprisingly, she found what she assumed must be a matching top that only covered one boob, the string to the bikini top designed to wrap around her neck on the opposite side. Another pair was red with what looked like cup holders on the hips, and it came with a matching bra that of course had its own two cup holders. A couple of pairs had built-in dildos and butt plugs. The swimsuits ranged from one-pieces that covered a lot to one-pieces with certain sections cut out, all with different patterns, to tankinis and all types of different bikinis with different styles of tops: bandeau, halter, etc. One box contained a small black body suit with a puffy cotton ball tail and pair of bunny ears to go on her head, and another contained a tiny French maid uniform. Finally, after an hour and a half of unpacking, Pussyslut returned to her Mistress with a strange looking metal device that resembled a thick thong.
"Mistress, this was in one of the boxes," she said, holding up the device.
"Oh yes, that's mine. Give it here."
"What is it Mistress?"
"You are not allowed to ask questions, slave, so I think you've lost your bra privileges for tomorrow as punishment, but I'll answer anyways because I'm in a good mood. I seen this device being sold online last night and decided I simply had to have it. The device is a vibrator I strap around my legs, but with an internal reservoir that collects any pussy juice I produce. I decided in addition to washing your hair with my shit once a week you are also to choose another day and mix my juices into your hair after your shower. Don't do it IN the shower, I don't want it to wash down the drain."
"Yes Mistress."
"Glad you understand. Follow me downstairs, slave."
"Yes Mistress."
Pussyslut trailed her owner into a small room with a computer.
"TITS!" Caroline yelled. "GET OVER HERE!"
"Yes Mistress!"
Tits came scampering in from another room. She put her hands behind her back and arched her chest back as she had already been taught to do.
"My my my, you two slaves are not off to a good start. You are to offer your melons whenever someone says your name, Tits."
"Oh, right, sorry Mistress!" Tits said, squeezing her boobs together for a cleavage kiss.
"Too late, slave. WhenEVER I say your name you are to do that in my presence, and you just missed two opportunities. You've just lost your bra privileges for tomorrow, too."
"Yes Mistress."
"And from now on, if either of you two slaves are called from another room you are to enter and ask, 'How may I serve you, Mistress?' Pussyslut, you're to put your hands behind your back, Tits, you know the drill."
Tits brought her boobs up again.
"Now, the reason why I want you two here is because you're going to close all of your bank accounts. Don't worry about transferring the money anywhere, just close 'em up. And speaking of closing stuff up, close your legs Pussyslut, it smells like tuna." Caroline laughed at her own joke and Pussyslut blushed in humiliation. She couldn't believe that'd be the name she answers to from now on.
"I'll leave you girls here to do that. And after today you're not allowed to go on the Internet or use any computers, so enjoy."
"Yes Mistress," they said in unison.

[kearns]

After an exhausting and life-changing day, it was time for bed.
"10 o'clock is your bedtime, girls. You'll be waking up bright and early tomorrow to shower and make me breakfast."
They followed Caroline up to her bedroom, and kneeled on the carpeted floor waiting for their Mistress.
"Tits, your cage isn't supposed to come in for a few days so until it does we'll have a special sleeping arrangement."
Caroline picked up the black harnesses she had plucked from the closet last night.
"You girls are going to be sleeping in my bed tonight."
Caroline removed her shirt, jeans, and socks, leaving her in just a bright yellow bra with smiley faces on the cups and a matching thong. Performing a sort-of sarcastic and exaggerated strip tease for the girls, she dropped out of her bra and thong and placed her worn undies on Pussyslut's head with a seductive wink. Her next motion was rough, though, firmly securing the straps of the thong behind Pussyslut's ears. For the second night in a row Pussyslut could not escape the overbearing smell of Caroline's intimate parts.
"Now, lemme just grab these collars here," she said, placing two black collars around each slave's neck, "and then we're almost ready for bed."
Caroline chose one of the black harnesses and wrapped it around her thighs, locking it with a *click*. She then did the same with the other harness, securing it around her chest. Next, she ordered Pussyslut and Tits to stand and approach the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Caroline took Pussyslut's head and placed it firmly between her boobs, attaching the collar to the harness. With no way to pull her head back, Pussyslut was trapped between her owner's boobs for the night. Laying on the bed, Caroline next ordered Tits's head between her thighs, and her head too was trapped with a distinctive *click*. Caroline squeezed her thighs around Tits's head, forcing her to take her first smell of her Mistress.
"I hope you girls like sleeping with your Mistress like this. We'll be doing this often. The only places you are allowed to get sleep in this world is between my boobs, between my thighs, or in your cage. Anywhere else is strictly off-limits. I've set the alarm for 6 a.m. It will wake me, too, but I have the advantage of being able to go back to sleep for two hours after I unhook you girls. The cameras will activate in the bathroom at 6 o'clock sharp, and the digital clock installed will begin its countdown, so you girls better hustle tomorrow morning and get to brushing your teeth if you don't want stinky breath all day. I think that's it... Nighty night, slaves!"
Caroline switched the lamp off, leaving her humiliated slaves to smell her pussy all night while their heads were trapped between her boobs and thighs.

[experienceddarer]

Originally Posted by kearns

I'm going to install one over the toilet, so you'll always be watched when you use the bathroom. Remember, slaves have no privacy and no secrets from their owners! That's why I'm going to remove the door as well. Now, in the shower," Caroline tugged on Bern's leash and she almost tripped coming over, "I'm going to put in eight waterproof cameras, to capture you girls cleaning yourselves every day. There will be four cameras for each of you- one for your face, one for your tits, one for your pussy, and one for your ass. All of this will be automatically uploaded to my computers to add to your blackmail. If it's especially good material, I'll make a few DVDs and sell it on kinky porn sites. Oh, and one more thing: you aren't going to like the sound of this, but once a week you are to forego regular shampoo and wash your hair in my shit. I don't care if you don't like it, just obey."
Bern was sickened, both at her loss of privacy and at what her Mistress just told her. Hell, she was sickened by everything her Mistress said and did tonight.
"But that's better than what your friend Jennifer will have to go through for the rest of HER life. She's going to be my personal portable toilet, and there's nothing she can do about it. Shit and piss are going to be a large part of her diet. Personally, I think I'm going to enjoy shitting all over her huge melons attached to her chest, then having her sit in it for hours, all while being recorded. Then she'll eat it for the camera. What do you think, slave?"
"Uh, whatever Mistress wants," Bern lied hastily.
"Oh, tell the truth, Cunt, I'm not the type of mistress to punish you for telling the truth. If it's disgusting, just say it. But then obey. Now, slut, is it disgusting? Tell the truth or you'll be the toilet slave."
"Yes Mistress, it's very disgusting! Positively gross!" Bern put on a fake smile and thrust her chest out, her tits bouncing as she did so.
"Hmmmm... I sorta like it when you're perky. Anyways, as long as you obey tonight I promise I'll leave my shit and piss all for Jennifer. Does that sound like a fair deal?"
"Very fair, Mistress!"
"Good, but you'll still be required to use my shit as shampoo once a week. But that's as far as you'll get with that area in your slave life. Let's see, what else was I going to say...? Oh yeah, I'll be adding two big digital clocks in here. Both will be set to six minutes. You'll have six minutes to brush your teeth, and six minutes to shower. No overlappings of the time, either. At the end of the six minutes the water will be shut off at the sink and the shower will start automatically. When you close the shower door, it will be locked behind you to ensure you stay the full six minutes. I want my slaves lookin' good for their Mistress! You'll wash each other's hair and bodies, facing the cameras properly. You are not allowed to wash yourself. At the end of the six minutes, you'll dry off, put your assigned panties, bra, or swimsuit on for that day, as well as any other items such as dildos, butt plugs, or gags, then go downstairs and make me breakfast. I'll create a menu for you too and hang it on the wall. You are to assist one another in making my breakfast, then wake me at 8 a.m. sharp and kneel at attention awaiting my orders. When I'm done, I may let you make your own breakfast, I might not. It depends on how generous I am that day, and how good my breakfast is. Understand?"
"Absolutely Mistress."
"Let's go see the kitchen and where you'll eat."
Caroline led her new slave downstairs by the leash and they entered the kitchen. It was rather ordinary, and the meal Caroline was making was sitting congealed on the counter.
"If I had milk to finish making this, I wouldn't have slaves. If I wasn't hungry, I wouldn't have half made it, and I wouldn't have needed milk so I wouldn't have slaves. Funny how life works, isn't it? It must be destiny. Your purpose in life must be to be my obedient little slaveslut." With a wicked smile, Caroline dumped the contents of the bowl into the sink.
Unbelievable, Bern thought. My whole life is ruined because she needed milk?
Caroline searched through a cupboard and pulled out an object.
"This is where you'll eat, slave," Caroline said, tossing a dog bowl onto the floor. "You are to eat anything I put in here. That's an order. Oh, and get used to the taste of dog food. It will help you lose some pounds while also filling you up after I insert a few pills in it. Now stand there in the respectful position I taught you and don't move, I'll be right back."
Caroline walked down a staircase to the basement, leaving Bern to clasp her hands behind her back and look forward at nothing in particular. She sighed. This was how her life was going to be from now on. And Jennifer's, too!

yeah c this is y i wanna b a slave but dun wanna go through all that crap

[girlynightout]

PUHLEASE CONTINUE!!! THIS IS EXCELLENT!!! I NEED TO READ MORE!!! I want to hear about more punishments and such... >

[person on get dare!]

Originally Posted by girlynightout

PUHLEASE CONTINUE!!! THIS IS EXCELLENT!!! I NEED TO READ MORE!!! I want to hear about more punishments and such... >

my thoughts exactly!

[kearns]

The shrilling alarm awoke all three females with a start. Mumbling, Caroline reached to her chest and legs and fumbled for the catch that would unleash her slaves. As Tits and Pussyslut stood up gasping for air, Caroline turned her head on her pillow and fell promptly asleep again. Pussyslut removed the thong from her face, scrunching her face into a grotesque distortion at the smell of it. After looking at one another through groggy eyes, Pussyslut and Tits began walking to the bathroom to do their daily routine. They walked in to find the cameras plastered around the mirror and above the toilet already recording, small red lights next to the lens starting and stopping to a soundless rhythm.
"Don't look, Jennifer, I gotta go pee."
Tits turned the faucet on to give Pussyslut a small amount of privacy and to run her toothbrush under the water. Not that it mattered, for as Pussyslut spread her legs and squatted over the toilet the camera on its inside gave her no privacy, capturing every second of her piss. Pussyslut closed her eyes and imagined she was somewhere else. She had a shy bladder and this was totally embarrassing for her.
When she was done, she wiped herself, flushed the toilet and began washing her own teeth. A quick glance at the digital clock showed four minutes and nineteen seconds to do it.
Before using the toilet herself Tits splashed water on her face and looked into the mirror. No matter how much water she put on it the pink markings still clung to her lips. She sighed.
They stood around for the last minute and a half, not being able to jump into the shower until the clock reached zero. Finally the newly installed shower door opened with a *hiss*, and the girls stepped inside carefully, careful not to bump all the cameras inside. The clock reset itself, and a blast of cold water sprayed the screaming girls. The door sealed itself with another foreboding *hiss*.
"Oh my gosh oh my gosh it's frickin' FREEZING! Oh my gosh!"
They both clutched their chests to conserve body heat and stood on their tiptoes. Tits began hopping a few inches off the shower floor, causing her bare boobs to nod and clit ring jingle while Pussyslut tried turning the handle. It was stuck, apparently, locked in by the clock system. There was no way to heat up the water. After Pussyslut voiced her frustrations they both tried backing themselves into corners of the shower, but they realized such an action was pointless: the cameras stopped their movement when they were poked by them and the cold water coming from the overhead fixture left very few inches of the shower uncovered.
"We're, uh, supposed to wash each other," Pussyslut said uncertainly, still trying unsuccessfully to stay away from the water.
"I know, she told me yesterday."
"Just relax... I guess?"
"Sure. We'll do it as soon as we get used to the water."
"I don't think we'll have a chance, Jennifer, we're down to four minutes now."
"Shit! Okay then, let's just do our hair real fast. On three. One, two, three!"
Both immerged themselves in the water, Tits grabbing the shampoo and squeezing the bottle hastily.
"Okay, turn your back towards me!"
Pussyslut turned so her front was facing the shower entrance, and allowed her friend to run the shampoo through her hair. The clock was down to a minute and a half by the time she finished.
"I don't think there's time to do your hair, Jennifer!"
"That's fine, I washed it yesterday. Just run a little conditioner through it! Fast!"
Now it was Tits's turn to turn her back, and from where she stood the two cameras on the far wall had excellent vantage points. She covered her giant tits with her hands as Pussyslut dashed a little conditioner through her hair.
"Okay, done just in time."
The water ran for another ten seconds, then cut off abruptly, along with the cameras. The shivering girls couldn't wait to wrap themselves in warm towels.
After a very long drying off process- five minutes, of which more than half of that time was spend crouching on the shower floor trying to get their towels to cover as much of their cold, wet skin as possible- the girls walked out to change into their "uniforms" and comb their hair. Assuming they were free to choose whatever underwear they wanted, Pussyslut donned a pink cheeky with ruffles and Tits a blue hipster that emphasized her teardrop-shaped ass and feminine hips. Both remembered they had lost their bra priveleges. They then went downstairs to prepare breakfast for Caroline: pancakes with bacon and sausage, with a glass of fresh orange juice. Caroline wasn't lying- the moment the girls entered the kitchen the cameras around the room flickered to life, evidently due to the microscopic chips in their underwear. They assisted each other in making it (it was especially hard cooking with no top), then placed the finished meal on a tray and brought it upstairs at eight o'clock sharp. Tits woke Caroline while Pussyslut gently put the tray down over her lap, then both took a step back and kneeled with their hands behind their back at the edge of the bed.
"Mhmmm, bacon, my favorite. Doesn't it smell good, Tits?" Caroline asked, taking a tantalizing bite.
"Yes Mistress," Tits answered affirmatively, raising her large but impossibly perky breasts towards the ceiling.
They kneeled in silence, except when Caroline praised them for remembering not to wear a bra, watching her enjoy her meal with increasingly watering mouths.
"Okay, bimbos, I'm done. Pussyslut, take the tray and dishes downstairs. I'll put out your food."
"Yes Mistress," Pussyslut replied.
Caroline walked down the stairs, naked, into the kitchen and filled the dog bowls with dog food. She mixed a few white capsules into the mush as well, saying they were other essentials.
"Tits- or Toilet as I'll call you when I require you as one- you'll begin your pee training today. Don't worry, we won't start with shit for another week or so. But you will be drinking my pee from now on. We'll start off slow. I'll let you drink my pee from cups and let you go at your own pace. Tomorrow or the next day I'll start giving deadlines, such as drinking it all in five minutes or so. By the end of the week you'll be planting your pink lips- the lips on your mouth, silly- on mine and taking it directly. In two or three weeks you'll be the only toilet I even consider using, for both ends. I suppose it sucks you're a toilet now, slave, but somebody has to do it. Anyways, right now you'll be drinking from this cup," Caroline said, grabbing a clear one from her cabinet. "Pussyslut, hold the cup under me and be sure not to spill anything."
"Yes Mistress," she said, stepping forward to grab ahold of the cup.
Caroline squatted over it and pushed her abdomen on the rim. A second passed, then the distinctive sound of liquid hitting a can echoed around the kitchen, followed soon by the odor of urine. Even when squatting over a cup naked to pee, though, Caroline still looked magnificient.
"Okay Toilet, give my pussy a few licks then I'll leave you two to enjoy your breakfast."
Tits kneeled on the hard floor and obeyed, though not without distaste. This pleased Caroline. The most exciting part of having a toilet slave was having one who was disgusted by it yet forced to do it anyways.
"I'll be on my computer checking how your daily routine went. In the meantime, eat up, and don't forget to kneel while you do it. Tits, start drinking."
"Yes Mistress," they said together.
"And, uh, Mistress, may this slave ask a question?" It was Pussyslut.
"I'll allow it, seeing as you remembered not to wear a bra today as punishment."
"Thank you Mistress. Anyways Mistress, aren't you, uh, concerned about being on camera while in the same rooms as us? I mean, us slaves. I just thought...."
"No," Caroline said. "I didn't install one in the living room because that's where you'll be serving me most of the time, but I'm not concerned with being on camera anyways. Frankly, I don't care if I'm featured on your future porn DVDs because I know I have a hot body and I'm ashamed of nothing. I might even get a hot guy here one day and pretend I'm his sex slave, just for the cameras. But we'll see about that. Eat up, slave, then come to the computer room."
"Yes Mistress."

[kearns]

Warning: This part heavily references toilet play, although none actually takes place. Also keep in mind I haven't finished this section yet- I just felt like posting at least some of it now.

"You directly disobeyed me."
Tits and Pussyslut kneeled before their owner on the wheely chair, afraid of the consequences of those words. The silence was pierced only by Caroline's voice and the sounds of the vibrator/pussy juice collector that was strapped to her waist and covered her pussy from view.
"What part of 'your names are now Pussyslut and Tits' (Tits performed her required motion) do you not understand? I don't want your old names ever formed by those lips I own. Pussyslut, 'Jennifer' is not her name. It's Tits, it will always BE Tits, and you are to call her Tits (the kneeling figure was forced to smile and toast her angered Mistress three times in quick succession). You also said the word 'frickin', which is talk my slave will not use, and acted inappropriately in the shower. I realize the water is freezing cold. In fact, I want it that way- all the hot water should be saved for me. But just because the water is cold does not give you the right to cover yourself or move away from the showerhead. By moving away from the water you wasted a lot of time that is available to get you clean, and you blocked out some of the cameras. I don't give a FUCK how cold the water is, you are you step in and act as if it's fine for the camera. Place your boobs about a foot away from the camera at chest level, and the rest takes care of itself. The pussy, ass, and face cameras have been placed to match your height, so you don't need to worry about obstructing those as long as you stay under the showerhead in your assigned position. This goes for you too, Tits. You backed away from the showerhead and used the word 'shit' on camera. Well, Tits, if you want shit, you got it. We're going to go out to the mall today, just you and me, and you're going to choose three guys to give blowjobs to. It'll be their lucky day, right? During the third one, you're going to shit in the diaper you'll be wearing, and ask the guy to smack you on the ass. Then you're going to sit alone in crowded areas for two hours when you're done, and tell anyone asking what the smell is that you shit your pants. You want to say the word 'shit,' slave, then you got it. 'Shit' is the word you'll be using to tell others you crapped yourself. I'll be sitting in your general area to make sure you obey. And don't beg me for forgiveness, you're doing it, so you can put any of those thoughts out of your mind right now."
Tits simply stared, her deluctable pink lips agape.
"Pussyslut, you're gonna get off easy in comparison. You're going to be doing three things when I'm gone: placing an order for wallpapering and a photography session to be done here online, then writing 'My name is Pussyslut, her name is Tits' as many times as possible until we return. Tits, go put on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. No bra. I want to tell Pussyslut her third task in secret."
"Mistress, m-my nipples will show through the shirt!"
Now Caroline was mad.
"Slave, FIRST of all those are MY nipples, you own nothing! SECOND of all, I don't give a fuck! And because you're questioning my orders, you've earned yourself another couple of punishments. You can piss your pants on the second blowjob, and when we get back you'll spend the rest of the day locked between my legs! Now unless you want to start your shit training early I suggest you get upstairs, change, and bring an outfit down for me when I call you! The diapers are in the bathroom, leave your panties on under it."
Tits hurried upstairs.
"Now, Pussyslut, your other task. I'm going to go into the bathroom and take a dump. I want you to retrieve two pieces of poop wearing rubber gloves and put them in the freezer. I plan having them coated in a special clear plastic that will preserve them, and then forcing Tits to wear them as earrings when she begins her shit training. You are also to collect all the dirty panties in my room and wear them on your head until we get back. Paper and pen can be found around the house. Oh, and in addition to writing 'My name is Pussyslut her name is Tits,' I also want you to write 'I love smelling pussy.' I plan on making my pussy an even bigger part of your lives. I'm going to start by freezing the pussy juice the vibrator collects and serving it as a snack for you girls to munch on, and by putting up wallpaper of my blown-up pussy on every wall in this house. I also plan on having this special cream being put on my pussy. It's very rare because there's almost no demand for it, and rightfully so, but apparently it makes any pussy it's spread on secrete up to three times as much juice as a normal pussy. It also makes it permanently STINK-yyyy, or so I've read. And if I've read correctly, I shouldn't be planning on getting out much after I use it because the smell spreads so rapidly. But I think it's worth it if every corner of my house is filled with my aroma and there's no escaping it, much like the blackmail or your clit rings or the cameras. I've already ordered the cream. But that's a secret between you and me," Caroline said, winking. "And here, throw my juices in the freezer as I take my dump." She handed Pussyslut the collector after unstrapping it from herself.
"When you're done, go upstairs and put all my dirty undies on your head. They should be mostly thongs, so they'll strap around your head easily. Make sure the crotch of the panties is put over your mouth and nose. Oh, and put one in your mouth. Remember, the cameras are always watching even when I'm not present. And when you're writing lines after you set the appointments online, just be thankful you're not the toilet slave. I'll be checking the camera footage and the papers you used so make sure you're working every second."
"Yes Mistress."
"Now suck both of my nipples and kiss my beautiful pussy."
"Yes Mistress." Pussyslut put her forever-black lips to her Mistress's nipples and gently sucked on them for a few seconds each, then bent down to kiss her folds. Caroline slapped her ass and walked away, leaving Pussyslut to go into the kitchen and throw the juice collector in the freezer. Caroline stepped out of the bathroom without flushing, and Tits ran down the stairs dressed just as Caroline directed, her massive fleshballoons flopping and clit bell ringing as she did so.
"Your clothes, Mistress."
Tits presented a matching pair of jeans, a blue t-shirt and a white hoodie to the still naked Caroline. Caroline accepted the clothes, pulling a blue bra and blue boyshorts from the inside of the jeans.
"Tits, put the bra around me, Pussyslut, move the panties up my legs. Every morning I want you girls to present me with panties and a bra to wear, except when I tell you I'll go naked that day. Whoever puts on the panties is to kiss my clit and both butt cheeks before moving the panties to my waist, and whoever puts on the bra is to kiss my nipples. I want you girls to worship and admire my pussy, boobs, and ass everyday. I want those three parts always on your mind."
"Yes Mistress," they said, obeying.

[person on get dare!]

haha i cant wait for titses punishment

[kearns]

Caroline dressed herself the rest of the way, then turned to Tits. Pussyslut was already working on putting the contents of the toilet into the freezer.
"I hope you have your underwear on under the diaper."
"Yes Mistress, this slave obeyed."
"Good. Those are your toilet panties from now on. Whenever you need to use the bathroom you are to put those on, no matter how gross smelling and feeling they are, and piss right through them. When you shit, you are to let the pieces drop in the underwear and then dump them into the toilet directly from the panties. You may then wipe and take a one minute shower to clean yourself. We'll find a ziplock bag to put the panties in when we get back."
"Yes Mistress," Tits said with a sinking feeling punching her in her stomach.
"Aren't you so glad you're a toilet slave? C'mon, let's go."
"Yes Mistress."
They both slipped on sneakers and walked out the front door to a warm and sunny day, leaving Pussyslut to begin her punishment. She had finished putting Caroline's shit in the freezer, so she began her search for some paper and pen in the computer room. She found some next to the printer. Next she went upstairs to Caroline's room and collected all the panties piled on the floor, shoving a dirty thong in her mouth and carefully placing the rest of the undies on her head from smallest to largest, making sure the crotches of the panties were over her nose and mouth. She couldn't understand Caroline's desire to have her slaves constantly smelling her pussy, but boy was she! The stink overwhelmed her, and the total of ten or eleven pairs of panties on her head blinded her. She groped her way back downstairs to the paper and pen she laid out, and began writing, hoping that without her sight she was forming the words correctly: 'My name is Pussyslut, her name is Tits,' and 'I love smelling pussy.' She was quite the sight for the cameras, sitting in a chair topless with loads of panties on her head, writing blindly. She did this for an hour, only stopping because she remembered she had to set up two appointments for her Mistress. She decided she'd give her hand a break and go on the computer to do that now.

[kearns]

Warning: Toilet play included in this section.

Tits and Caroline entered the packed food court.
"I'm going to sit down and eat. You can choose whoever you want to give blowjobs to, just remember that you're to piss your pants on the second one and take a shit during the third. Here's your cell phone- text me when you're done giving BJs. Get to it, slave," Caroline said, slapping Tits's diaper-padded ass.
"Yes Mistress," Tits said, accepting the curiously sticky phone
She had no idea how she was going to do this. Just randomly go up to a cute guy and say, "Hey, would you like a free blowjob?"
I guess that's the only way to do it, Tits thought.
Spotting an athletic-looking guy in the corner, Tits made her way through the crowd towards him, aware of the fact her silver dollar nipples were visible from the front of her shirt. Passing girls glared at her, and guys couldn't help but stare.
"Hey, uh, my names Jennifer," she said, finally reaching the guy's table.
"Hello, uh, Jennifer," the guy said, noticing the front of her shirt. "I'm, uh... uh, Mark. Yeah, Mark. How's it going?"
"Fine. I was just wondering if you'd be interested in a free blowjob."
The words came from her mouth quickly. She felt blood rising to her face.
"Really?"
"Really really."
Mark smiled with all of his teeth showing.
"You're serious?"
"I'm serious."
"Alright then... How about the bathroom?"
"Sure."

The same followed the next blowjob: the guy couldn't believe his luck, actually believing Tits was pulling his leg until she led him into a bathroom stall and accepted his cock into her hole. Upon cumming into her mouth, Tits began peeing. Much of it soaked her jeans.
"Ew, did you just...?"
"Just what?" Tits was blushing.
"Your pants."
"Oh! N-no! I'm just... so wet!"
The man smiled.
"If you're so wet how about another one babe?"
"Uh... sure!" Tits hoped her Mistress would accept one guy getting two blowjobs- either that or she'd lie and say she gave another guy she met in the bathroom one.
Tits's mouth found the man's quivering cock again. This blowjob took longer because the man had just squirted cum down Tit's throat, but Tits got him to repeat. This time, she squeezed her stomach muscles and pushed as he came. A few seconds later, and a weight dropped in the back of her pants. She pushed again, and again, until the pressure in her stomach was all gone. Then she turned on the charm.
"Hey, I'm a naughty girl. And naughty girls deserve to be spanked, wouldn't you agree?"
The man smirked.
"Naughty girls definitely deserve to be spanked." He slowly brought his hand over her bottom in prepartion to slap it. Instead, his hand found three soft lumps.
"Aw that's fuckin' GROSS, you're one sick fuck!"
The man zipped his pants up and rushed from the stall. Tits's face was beet red. As the smell of her "accidents" began filling the stall, Tits pulled out her phone and texted her Mistress.
"3 bjs done, ready for next order."

[kearns]

A minute passed as Tits hid in shame behind the stall door, and finally she replied.
"Go 2 empty seat near Subway where teens sitting."
Great, Tits thought, she'd be clearing out the table as soon as she sat down.
She got up and walked out the door, a few mens' heads turning at the sight of her.
"Ooooh, girl in the guys' bathroooom!"
She ignored the catcall, not even turning her head in acknowledgement. She spotted the empty seat her Mistress was referring to easily- a group of teenage girls sat laughing and chatting earnestly. Taking a deep breath, Tits started the long trek out to the table.
Mistress made it a long walk on purpose, she thought.
Every step was brutal. From the front, guys stared at her bouncing chest and nipples poking from her shirt, and from the back Tits knew everyone was staring at her ass as always- but this time they were staring at the unsightly lumps present. Tits also knew everyone who peeled their eyes away from her chest or ass would see she wet her pants as well, because the diaper Mistress provided was just tight enough to fit her and hold the poop in place but loose enough to leak plenty of urine. Luckily her clit bell couldn't be heard due to the noise level.
Finally, she reached the table of giggly girls, taking a seat without asking for permission. She felt the shit being carried in her pants become squished as she sat down, and the girls all frowned at her and ceased their conversation. Upon looking her up and down they sneered.
"Who the hell are YOU?"
"Um, Jennifer. Hi."
A girl's nose twitched.
"Uggghh, what's that SMELL?"
"Oh, um..." Tits was blushing even more and heat rose to her cheeks. "I uh, pissed and shit my pants."
"What the FUCK?!?" One of the girls said loudly. Tits blushed even more, if it was possible.
"Yeah... I had an accident. I shit my pants."
The girls all got up and stormed away as if a bomb was planted under their chair. Tits could tell she reeked now, too.
She sat there with nothing to do for an hour, so she pretended to text people on her gooey phone. She saw her Mistress at a table nearby smiling delightedly at her.
Another ten minutes passed before a guy came to her table and asked to sit down. Eyeing her Mistress, Tits said the seat was free.
"So, what's your name?"
"Jennifer. Your's?" She found it hard to make conversation as she sat in her own waste.
"Mike. Pleasure to meet you," he said, taking a bite from the sub he ordered.
"Nice to meet you too."
Another bite. Maybe this guy didn't notice?
"Hey... You smell that?"
Oh no.
"I dunno, what's it smell like?"
"Smells like... sewer." Mike scrunched up his face.
"Oh, um, that's me. I shit my pants."
Mike stopped midway to bringing his sandwich to his mouth. He stared at her.
"W-what?"
"I shit my pants. I also took a piss."
A look of disgust clouded his face and he practically ran from the table. A vibration from her phone alerted her to a text message.
"only another hour 2 go slave!!!"
Tits sighed and closed her phone. She couldn't believe she was being blackmailed by this sicko for life.
Twenty minutes passed. She saw the guy that had ran from her table earlier gesticulating with a group of friends and pointing at her. One of the guys got up and approached her.
"Hey, my friend said... Well, he said you had a little... accident."
Finally, someone showing a little sympathy!
"I was just wondering if it's true. Did you really shit your pants?!?" He began laughing hysterically.
"Yes, it's true I shit my pants. Can't you smell it?"
The man walked away laughing, high-fiving his friends as he returned to his table.

[kearns]

The rest of the time passed uneventfully, except for the constant sight of people plugging their noses as they passed. Finally, her Mistress texted her.
"b in car in 5" it read.
Tits jumped out of her table and ran- literally ran- to the mall's entrance. She was crying, and this only served to draw even more attention to her.
Tits ran through the parking lot until she found her Mistress sitting calmly in the car, and she rushed into it, slamming the door shut behind her. She let out a great big sob at her predicament.
"Whoooo girl, you STINK!"
Another sob.
"That's what happens when you act as a bad slave, Tits."
Tits, although crying, remembered to push up her boobs at the mention of her new name.
"Unfortunately, though, you disobeyed me during your punishment. You introduced yourself as 'Jennifer.' Jennifer is not your name, slave, Tits is. The name Jennifer should mean nothing to you. But you introduced yourself as Jennifer, so now you have to accept another two punishments: one, we're driving to the tattoo shop to have those nipples (her Mistress pinched one for emphasis, and Tits squealed) colored pink, like your hair and nails. Two, you're going to start your shit training tomorrow. See, bad things happen when you disobey your owner, Tits. Now start driving to the tattoo parlor."
"Y-y-yes Mistress!" Tits said, drying her puffy eyes.
"And leave the windows up. I want every whiff to remind you of your new place in life."
"Y-yes Mistress."

[glasssbottle174]

WOW! this is one hell of an amazing story. you trully are talented well done!!!

[person on get dare!]

yeah i like it alot!!