Slave Memories: Bad Toilet, Slapped in the Face

Recently my Mistress asked me to send her a letter with some of my favorite memories of serving her. She said she enjoyed reading them, and I certainly enjoyed writing them, so I thought I would periodically share a fond memory of my Mistress here. This is the first.....

I was washing Mistress's dishes, one of my usual chores, when she walked into the kitchen and grabbed a wine glass. She walked out of the room, looked at me over her shoulder, smirked, and said "I think you need to drink a glass of my pee." She walked into the bathroom, and I nervously kept washing the dishes. Maybe thirty seconds later I hear her call to me, and when I get to the bathroom, a full wine glass of her pee is waiting for me to drink.

I had served as her toilet in sessions before, but usually when I was acting as houseboy I only did basic chores....dishes, sweeping, cleaning the litter box, taking out the garbage. If I was really lucky I got to give her a foot massage. Adding toilet service was an exciting new twist! After drinking her pee from that wine glass on a few occasions I suggested trying a large funnel instead. I thought it would be more like me actually being her toilet. If the funnel was large enough she could go without having to worry about spilling or me not being able to drink fast enough. It would be very convenient for her to use me to go to the bathroom. I was so happy when she agreed to try it! I was really going to be her toilet! It was quite an honor.

I was really nervous when the day came to use the funnel system for the first time. I bought a large black funnel at an auto parts store and went over to my Mistress's apartment to do my chores and be her toilet. I got there on time and rang the doorbell....with no response. That was odd, but I thought maybe she was messing with me. I waited a few minutes and tried the buzzer again, but there was still no response. Now I was wondering if I had the wrong day or time or if I had done something wrong to make her mad at me. I was really getting worried. I tried her cell phone, but she didn't answer. I didn't know what to do, so I waited outside her door. Eventually a motorcycle pulled up, and Mistress was on the back. She had been riding with a friend of hers that I recognized as another dominatrix. Mistress walked up to me, took off her helmet, and said, "I know we are supposed to use the funnel today. My friend will be using you too." They both handed me their helmets and walked past me inside.

Now I was really nervous. My Mistress was intimidating enough, but at least I was comfortable with her. Her friend scared me a little. When we got into the apartment I was told I would be getting them dinner before we did anything else. I took their order, walked to get the food, brought it back, and served them. I waited on them as they ate, and then cleared and washed the dishes. As they ate they talked and had a good time, but ignored me unless they had an order or request. Mistress's friend never said a word to me, but she would talk about me to my Mistress as if I wasn't there. It was very humiliating.

Now that dinner was over, it was time to serve them both as a human toilet. Since we had never used the funnel before Mistress was nervous that I was going to make a mess. The point of the funnel was to be convenient for her, but until I proved I could swallow all her pee she was going to be cautious. I was told to strip and lay in the bathtub so any potential mess would be easier to clean.

Her friend went first. She took off her pants and stood on the edges of the tub, I put the funnel in my mouth, and she positioned it in the right spot for her to pee in. She still did not say one word to me, or even look at me. Even when Mistress pointed out my small semi-erect penis she didn't say anything to me. She just agreed with Mistress that it was small. Because she never acknowledged me I really felt like I was simply a tool for her to use. I was nothing more than a toilet to her.

She started to go and I started to drink. She peed a lot, but I was able to swallow it all by placing my tongue over the opening of the funnel to control the flow. The funnel was large enough to hold all of her pee until I swallowed it all. It worked perfectly. Her piss didn't taste as good as Mistress's though.

As I was swallowing I heard Mistress just outside the door laughing really loudly. She was saying something about how loud I was swallowing and how much pee I was drinking. It was odd to have her acknowledge I was a person drinking pee and to have her think it was so funny, while her friend treated me as just another toilet.

Now it was Mistress's turn to go! Toilet training is on of her favorite things, but despite all her laughter I could tell she wasn't in a good mood. I knew she had somewhere to be that night, and we were running out of time, and since they were late getting back from their ride everything was rushed. I think she was frustrated with having too much to fit into the day, so I was very grateful that she didn't dismiss me before letting me drink her piss.

As she stood on the edges of her tub and straddled my face, she told me to close my eyes. I would be allowed to open them once she started to pee, but she didn't want me staring at her until then. I closed them as ordered and waited....but for some reason I forgot to keep them closed and opened them before she started to pee. I instantly regretted this. The look of anger on her face was something I never hope to see again. I had failed to follow the simplest of rules, and she was already annoyed. She was pissed, which was ironic since she was about to piss in my mouth.

She grabbed the funnel, moved it away from my mouth, and repeatedly slapped me in the face. She was genuinely angry with me. This was not role playing. This was not a pre-planned part of a session. She was slapping me hard as a real punishment for being too stupid to follow her rules. It was her first gut reaction. I felt so bad that I had angered her, but at the same time I never felt so close to her as her property. She was slapping the hell out of my face because she could. I was hers, and she could slap me all she wanted. That moment still stands out to me. I was the property of Lady Madeline, and she let me know it.

She then peed a little and I drank it, and she immediately kicked me out. She was so annoyed with me. I didn't even get to kiss her feet before I left. I called her later to apologize, but of course she didn't answer.

We used that funnel a lot after that day, and I was never slapped for opening my eyes again. Serving as her toilet was always a thrill for me, but that first time was the most memorable. Not because I got to drink her golden nectar, but because her genuine and instinctive slaps to my face made me realize my role in her life. I was her property.

Public Humiliation Assignment: Buying "Butt Douche"

My Mistress likes to give me humiliating tasks to do for her amusement, and recently came up with a new twist on a public humiliationn shopping assignment that was pretty embarrassing. She wanted me to go to three different stores and ask for "butt douche"...not an enema, but a butt douche. I was supposed to be clear that I was not constipated, but I had a smell issue I wanted to fix.

This was just part of a three part assignment that once completed would mean I was able to release as much as I wanted. I don't get a lot of orgasms, so this was a great reward.

The first part of the assignment was to send Mistress a strip tease video. One of my twitter followers asked if I was going to post that. She has never asked me to, and my face is not hidden at all, so I don't think I will be sharing the video.

The second part of the assignement was to ask for the "butt douche" at three stores, but to also buy and enema and use it.

The third part was to drink a shot glass full of my own pee. I used to get a lot of golden showers from my Mistress when we lived in the same city, but these days she makes me drink my own.

After sending her the strip tease video, I first attempted the "butt douche" task at my local Walgreen's but......well, I chickened out. I shop there all the time, and I was nervous about asking for something so embarrassing where I would be recognized.

So I went to a small independent neighborhood drugstore the next day. I was in a hurry, and walking fast to get there focusing on completing the assignment to get my reward, but about a half a block away I remembered what I was about to do and got really nervous.

There were two women working, but kind of plain looking. I went up to one of them and asked, "Um....I'm not sure if this even exists, but I am looking for a....douche....but one that you use anally....like a....a....butt douche. Do you have anything like that?"

She gave me a weird look and raised both eyebrows. After she took me to the normal enemas, I asked her if they had anything that would help with a smell issue. I told her that I wasn't constipated, but I had a "freshness problem" and wondered if I could use a regular female douche to get rid of the smell. She seemed a little weirded out that I asked, and she told me she didn't see why I couldn't use a regular douche for that. I told her I'd think about it and left.

The second attempt was at a Walgreen's downtown. I asked a cute young clerk the same awkwardly phrased question about "butt douche". She seemed a little uncomfortable with my gross question, but also was very helpful. She really wanted to help it seemed. She showed me the enemas, but told me they wouldn't help with a smell problem as much as they would help with constipation and cleaning out my system. She also showed me the douches, but didn't think they would work because the nozzle wouldn't be comfortable for me to use. She suggested I use a douche like thing they had for sale and that I could put soapy water in it to help fix the smell. I told her I'd research douches and think about it.

The third store was a CVS. There was a cute girl working but I couldn't ask her because she was flirting with some dude that worked there. Eventually she was by herself, so I asked her about "butt douche".....she was nodding and looked concerned as I asked the question, but when I said the words "butt douche" she laughed out loud. She laughed right in my face, but quickly regained her composure to help me. She also showed me the enemas, and told me she wasn't sure if I could use a regular douche when I asked her of it would be better to help with my smell issue. She also checked me out when I bought an enema, so she definitely knew I was going to use it later.

I used the enema later that day, but after I put it in I took it to the garbage in the alley to hide the evidence. I almost shit my pants in the minute it took me to take it out to the garbage, but I made it back to the toilet OK.

The last part of my assignment was to do a shot of my own pee. I have plenty of shot glasses, but never had the privacy to pee in one and drink it. I was so focused on the enema part of the assignment first that I probably missed some opportunities earlier in the week. After I did the three stores and the enema I realized I was only a pee shot away from being able to release, but I had no way of sneaking it. But then I got creative. I took a shower and used the lid of my deodorant as the shot glass. I peed in it in the shower, drank it out of the lid, and then washed the lid in the shower.

My pee tasted especially gross for some reason. Not like my Mistress's. I really miss drinking hers, and wish I lived closer to her.

I ended up getting the assignment done in enough time to enjoy a few orgasms before she took that away from me again.