Fresh from the painfully long walk, blindfolded and begging to be allowed to eat cum as she dragged me along by the leash, my panties tentatively balanced around two scurrying and highly-heeled legs, we did finally return to the house. She pulled off both the blindfold and the wrist restraints, urging me down to the floor as those items were stored nearby. My underwear had dropped to my knees, but no further, and I was clearly far too proud of myself as Rebecca allowed me to pull them back up again. She casually fed me a spoonful of cum to satisfy my false cravings, my mouth finally falling silent once more. My hair was a little damp, and my body was shivering a little after being exposed to the gentle rain, so she gave me a towel to dry myself off, before having me crawl behind her to the bedroom.

“Now, Naughty” she said from high above, “are you ready to go back in your box? You’ve had a very busy day. Lots of attention.”

It didn’t actually matter what my answer to that was, since she was already leading me over to the cupboard anyway.

“There’s been a bit of an upgrade since last time, so now it’ll give you a nice shower too.”

She opened the door to the cupboard, and then pulled open the padded door of the box itself. Inside I could see that it was like another box had been slotted into the original space, the border now thicker and the actual available living space somewhat reduced all around. I wasn’t sure that I would even be able to sit upright in the given volume. I was suddenly much more concerned about going back inside. Having less space was in no way an upgrade-- it had been cramped already. But I was bundled in regardless, my legs forced to find any angle that worked, my head bowed at it reached the low ceiling, knees up high, arms just landing wherever they could find some space. It was instantly hellish.

“So instead of keeping you awake during the day, this one will give you random little showers every now and again-- that’s what all the drainage bits are for down there. It won’t fill up or anything, don’t worry. And I’ll see you in the morning for breakfast.”

With that the padded door was pulled to-- and the familiar sound of the latches and locks being applied came just afterwards. The box was really small now: barely room for me to sit in anything resembling a comfortable position. My legs quickly tired, not really able to be placed down anywhere properly, and I quickly wanted to be let out. I got my first taste of the ‘showers’ not too long later as my mind struggled to find a way to accept this new level of torture. The water rained down from generous holes in the ceiling and I was thankful at least to feel somewhat clean after the several minutes long cycle, though I clearly couldn’t actually scrub myself or anything in the highly limited space. Mercifully, the temperature inside the box was quite moderate, and the water didn’t leave me feeling particularly cold at all, so that was the tiniest of victories.

But maybe an hour later or so, another shower was suddenly triggered-- and this time the liquid didn’t seem at all like water. My flaring nostrils quickly worked out that it was actually something I’d become way too accustomed to being sprayed over me in recent times: urine. The shower kept going, making sure I was drenched through with the foul substance before finally relenting and leaving me to sit feeling disgusted that I was covered from head to toe in this smelly filth. Uncaring how it made me feel, the box had actually pumped everything that fell into the drains below back up to the top of the unit, and now it fell again, a completely inescapable golden shower just as long as the first. Over and over the box pumped the remainder back up to the top before unleashing it across me again. At some point I thought it was just going to continue doing this forever, ensuring that I was continuously bathed in piss whilst inside the box, and I wasn’t entirely far off. The cycle did finally relent after a great deal of time, but it would start up again as my skin and hair started to dry. There was a real worry that I was going to end up smelling like piss permanently if the box kept this up, unable to get the smell out even during the most energetic of scrubbing-- and the cleaning cycle of this box was most definitely not going to provide that. Thankfully, the showers did stop to allow for sleep, though it was difficult to truly relax when you didn’t know if something was suddenly going to come raining down on you, and I had no idea what time it was anyway.

My first and only hint that morning had arrived was when the shower woke me, the water cycle a greatly welcome relief after the humiliating night spent covered in urine. When the door opened a short while later, I was desperate to get out-- but had to wait until Rebecca guided me. Waves of relief came over me as I was lead out of the side cupboard. I never wanted to go in that thing ever again, but knew I was completely powerless to prevent it. If anything it seemed like it had become a regular thing now-- the night spent in a tiny cramped space-- itself inside a cupboard off the main bedroom, instead of just besides her on the bed where I used to be. I wasn’t sure this was still even my bedroom any more.

I already suspected what was coming, and wasn’t surprised to find the same breakfast laid out for me, the paddle already placed alongside on the floor. She led me to the same spot and placed the leash handle on the floor.

“Just some random armpit hair and leg hair from shaving added to the dog food this time, Naughty. Should be just as nasty.”

I could only look at the pile of dog food and each of the bowls with equal parts disdain and indifference-- I had already done this, after all. I knew she would make me eat it all again today. It was sickening, but I would somehow get past it, and I would presumably manage it every morning hence.

She then stooped down besides me and slipped her hand into my panties. The movement completely surprised me, and I gasped as her fingers started to play along my slit, parting the opening to my hole gently and letting one finger slide inside. I looked at her and moaned as she continued.

“You like to have your cunt nice and wet before you’re told to do things you don’t want to do, don’t you, Naughty? It just makes it a little bit easier for you.”

She kept playing with me, her fingers easily managing to cause wetness. I kept moaning as she worked another finger inside, rubbing gently but deliberately as my excitement rose. She removed her hand and quickly brought it up to my mouth, encouraging me to taste myself. I licked her fingers shamefully before they were brought back down to my cunt again. My arousal shot right up, my body effortlessly enticed when she handled me this way. I knew she was going to stop when I got close enough, but the climax started to rise anyway, her fingers working in and out much faster now. She brought her hand back to my mouth and waited until I’d licked her fingers clean. My pussy was throbbing, but she didn’t replace her hand. My hips swayed forwards and backwards in a mock thrusting movement as she left me hanging amid an ascending climax.

“So what you’re going to find is that when I finger your cunt, you’ll stay at exactly the level of horniness I leave you at, until I snap my fingers and let you come down again.”

I didn’t know how I felt about that. Right now I just wanted her to touch me again-- and I wasn’t sure my mind was capable of thinking particularly straight-- but did that mean she could leave me like this indefinitely?

“So now you’re going to feel like you’re on the edge of cumming whilst you eat your breakfast. But you won’t cum. Nothing can tip you over the edge, and nothing can take you away from it-- except for a snap of my fingers.”

She placed a timer down behind the three courses. It showed a start time of 36 minutes: how long it took for me to eat and completely lick everything down yesterday.

“I’m not going to make you beg to eat it today, Naughty. You’re going to do it because you want to. And you’re going to do it because if you don’t beat yesterdays time then you’re going straight back in your box until tomorrow. Do you understand?”

Oh fuck-- my pussy was absolutely throbbing. I was barely even able to focus on what she was saying, though I got the gist of it. I definitely wanted to beat yesterdays time, I couldn’t deal with going back into the box already. Despite everything, I knew I would try. I whimpered and tried to squeeze my thighs together to alleviate the tension down there. I was so perilously close to an orgasm it was unbearable-- an enduring and smothering kind of pleasure that addled my mind and insisted that I focus all of my attention on my cunt. Everything tingled down there. It was kind of nice, in its way, but it just made everything else so much more difficult to even think about. I was biting my lip, too excited to actually deal with my current situation.

“Its only fair that you still paddle yourself throughout, though, so let’s make you beg to do that. So that you do it properly.”

And so she did, waiting until I pleaded adequately enough, my cunt still telling me that I was perched precariously on the edge of orgasm as I tried to stay focused. I looked at the three courses before me, not really knowing which to approach first. It had been so much easier when under the influence of one of my own requests. In such cases, I had to eat it all or I just felt absolutely dreadful. I’d been driven to choose the dog food first last time, so I guessed it may as well be that again.

“Make sure you’re as thorough as yesterday, by the way. If I see any remaining breakfast items when you think you’re done we’ll keep the timer running until you get it sorted.”

She then put a finger on the timer and started the countdown. She stuck around to watch this time.

I buried my mouth in the dog food, quickly disgusted by all the hair I found there. I moaned as my crotch continued to ache for relief, chewing up those tasteless chunks of biscuit from the carpet. The worst part was definitely the added fuzz and hair. That was really revolting. I didn’t know if being on the edge was helping me or hindering me, but I kept having to stop to mouth my apparent dismay, equal-parts pleasure and desperation. The paddle in my hand struck my ass as I fulfilled the instruction that didn’t require my attention at all-- smacking myself as firmly as I’d managed yesterday.

I was already down to 30 minutes remaining as the dog food-- and more particularly all the body hair-- continued to be awkward to get at. I had to really get my mouth into the carpet and use the wetness of my tongue to try and stick as much as possible to it. And that wasn’t something anybody wanted to eat. Trying to chew and swallow all the detritus from the carpet to ensure I was as thorough as I was sure she expected was horrendous. 25 minutes remaining and I was finally moving onto the massive bowl of cum. I was grateful for the chance to get rid of all the fluff from the floor, but now I was faced with this enormous challenge. This was easily 1000 loads worth-- an unfathomable amount of cum. How was I going to keep all of that down without wanting to throw up; to lap it up as quickly as I needed without being sick. Regardless, I was too horny to make any kind of rational decision and I buried my tongue in the cum and began lapping away at it. Whilst I got into the second course, Rebecca suddenly reached out and put her hand back in my panties, taking care to stay well out of the way of the paddle as I disciplined myself. She very gently tweaked my clit, massaging it whilst my tongue licked frantically. I let out a gasp into the bowl as she edged me just a little closer to climax. She was careful not to push too far and took her hand away to watch me really going at the bowl of cum with my tongue. She stroked my hair whilst I forced myself onwards, the perpetual horniness truly motivating me to go faster.

“Look at you go, Naughty! I know you managed it yesterday, but this time you’re doing it all by yourself. You’re going to empty that entire bowl of cum because you want to. And I will be proud of you.”

I could barely contain myself as I pushed myself faster, lapping it up like I was starving for it. I was only half-way and the timer was down to 16 minutes. And there was still Rebecca’s bowl of urine to finish down. I wasn’t sure I was going to make it. Oh fuck, I was eating so much cum. I was panting between licks, my cunt burning in desire. The paddle was a distant torment, but I knew my ass was going to be highly bruised and tender again. She reached into my panties again and dialled my horniness up just a little higher again. It helped-- I increased my pace again, licking as frantically as I could.

“You are a good cum slut today, aren’t you! We’re going to have to move you up to two bowls a day soon if you keep this up.”

There was still around an inch of distance from the surface of the cum to the bottom of the bowl, and I was genuinely starting to feel sick. I tried not to slow down, but this was just so much cum that anyone would have struggled. Rebecca was watching me carefully as I continued to work furiously away, and then she snapped her fingers right in front of me. I almost instantly felt the horniness fade away to virtually nothing, and I was faced with the prospect of finishing the rest of the bowls without the mindlessness of my previously-overexcited state. I noticeably slowed, the slurping now a real challenge to maintain, and my entire face seemed to register truly the disgust of what I was doing. The paddle started to emerge as a very real source of pain and discomfort as I tried to focus on the remaining liquids. I moved over to the urine bowl since I felt like I was in real danger of throwing up if I continued eating the cum. Rebecca’s piss was somehow more palatable, though the taste was bitter and unpleasant. I had less than 10 minutes at this point, and it still felt possible. I just needed to hurry, and that was the most difficult part.

Unexpectedly, Rebecca picked up the cum bowl and started to pour the contents out onto the carpet where it had previously been set.

“No-- finish your cum first, Naughty. I’d be quick before it starts to seep into the carpet.”

My eyes pleaded with her, but then I quickly realised that I just had to deal with it. I moved my attention back to the cum as it made its way into the carpet, pressing my tongue into the fabric to try and get everything. I ended up having to swallow the detritus amongst the folds of the carpet too, which was deeply unpleasant, and the cum just kept coming-- raining down from the bowl as she held it aloft. I whimpered to myself as I realised this was going to be hard work to clean up. 8 minutes remaining.

And so I hurriedly licked cum from the floor, working my tongue into every crevice, desperate to get it all before it became too entrenched in the fabric itself. I couldn’t really sink much further, but I forced myself to endure it, trying desperately to get at all of what I was expected to consume. My eyes flickered up for a moment to check the remaining time, and I redoubled my efforts, working my tongue everywhere as quickly as I could manage. It felt so humiliating to have her so close by, watching me do this to myself, that I couldn’t help but build up my own arousal as the time pressure-- and the crippling fear of being put back in the box-- drove me to new depths.

I grunted into the carpet as I licked, degrading myself completely as Rebecca watched on approvingly. My cunt was throbbing somewhat as I quickened my pace still further, layer after layer of cum being swallowed one lick after another.

“Oh, yes, good girl! You’re making great progress. And this time you really are doing it all on your own, you little cum eater you.”

I was practically grinding my mouth into the carpet to get at everything, and it was working, the cum finally starting to be cleared up. Another minute later and I hurriedly moved back to the urine bowl, fully aware that I only had 5 minutes of time left. I lapped it up faster even than when my rampant horniness had been driving things. At the 3 minute mark I was starting to make sure the bowl was spotless before moving onto the replaced cum bowl. At the 1 minute mark I looked up from the bowl expectedly, eyes pleading with Rebecca to stop the timer. I had finished. Instead, she slowly came closer to the ground and inspected the respective meal locations. The paddle kept striking my savagely punished bottom whilst I waited imploringly. She then ran her finger across the inner surface of each of the bowls, and feigned playful indecision for a moment. She stopped the clock with 17 seconds remaining, and I finally allowed myself to relax, the paddle finally released from my grip. She had really humiliated me today, and I couldn’t meet her gaze as I thought about how furiously I had worked to beat the clock. I had eaten all of it without a command making me do it against my will. I had voluntarily chosen this humiliation over the looming threat of the box. What else could she make me do to avoid going back in there?

“So I guess the time to beat tomorrow will be 35 minutes and 43 seconds, won’t it, Naughty?” Rebecca smile as she landed herself on the bed nearby playfully, already pulling off her shoes and stretching out her legs in my direction. “And now you get to worship my feet, ass and sweet pussy. You’re just so lucky, Naughty. Are you going to be a good girl or do you need some encouragement?”

After she’d enjoyed my tongue for long enough, plenty satisfied with the five sequential orgasms I gave her, she lay back and took a moment to savour the fluttering pleasure lingering throughout her body. After a few minutes, she rose again to find me still waiting at the foot of the bed, then walked over to one of the huge wardrobes and started to rummage through, looking for something. She found it, and playfully brought out the hanger bearing the outfit she’d sought with a little flare of ‘ta da’. I wasn’t a prude-- I knew a sexy French maids outfit when I saw one. It looked particularly flimsy, and I almost instantly knew she was going to have me wear it for her. At least it was actually clothing, unlike the risqué bra and panties set I’d been sporting since yesterday.

She stood me up, then helped to undress me and step into the one-piece mini-dress, mere shoulder straps holding it up to leave ample cleavage left on display. White lace was everywhere, and the fabric itself was partly-see-through. The hem of the flared skirt was ultra short, and did little to hide the black thong that slipped into place below. The rear of the skirt was somewhat absent of fabric, my ass left almost completely uncovered save for the thong sitting flush between my cheeks. A silly lacy pinny sat around my waist, tied in an elaborate bow around the back, and then finally a little headpiece completed the look. She stood back and admired me whilst childishly giggling somewhat.

“Now,” she grinned, “what do sexy little maids do all day long whilst their owners are out or having a nice relaxing day?”

I wasn’t sure I knew. Did she mean doing the dusting..?

“Yes-- they clean the house until it’s absolutely spotless. And they do all the boring chores that their owners would rather not have to deal with, wash the dishes, do the laundry-- you get the idea. Not very exciting stuff, I know.”

She came close to me now, our bodies almost touching, her mouth close to my ear as she spoke.

“But I don’t mind you feeling good whilst you do it,” she slipped her hand into the panties and started to rub my pussy, the tender region reacting to her presence almost instantly, “I want you to do a really deep clean-- really get in there and scrub away any dirt you can find throughout the entire house. Maybe start with the bathrooms. All the equipment you need is under the sink.”

She continued to work her magic on my cunt, effortlessly exciting it. I uselessly tried to fight the quickly rising climax, knowing she wasn’t going to let it fade again. Caught once more in a predicament that had me trying hard not to let myself be aroused and feel pleasure. I wasn’t any good at it-- my body hungered for these little scraps of satisfaction and betrayed me whenever it had the chance. She continued to work her fingers into my cunt as she turned her head and called out to the door.

“You can come in now, Alfred.”

I was shocked as a massive unit of a man entered the bedroom, standing as if he were a bouncer or security guard-- posture held tall and imposing, his body clearly very muscled and powerful. I wouldn’t stand a chance against such a man, he could just pick me up like I was a bag of grocery.

“Alfred here is going to stay and make sure you do a really good job. You’ll find he has some real talents with canes, whips and riding crops. All the things that he needs to discipline you if you don’t work hard enough. There will be no breaks for the next five hours.”

She continued to push me closer to orgasm as I took in the sheer size of the man who would be enforcing this otherwise regular programme of work-- though it was true that I wasn’t really the type to put much effort into any kind of cleaning. I wiped kitchen surfaces, a table every now and again; maybe put the dishes in a washer. I was the type to actually have my own maid rather than be the maid myself. I could only watch as Alfred started to unfold an array of painful-looking whipping instruments on the bed. Something about the situation made me whimper pitifully, Rebecca edging me so expertly as her lips played along my neck. One hand went behind the dress to cup my breast, and I moaned involuntarily.

“You’ll be responsible for paying Alfred for his disciplinarian services too. He doesn’t just do this for free. It’s hard work keeping you in your place. I mean, I should know.” She unclipped the leash from my collar, and I knew that my legs were free to move around again. I tested them gingerly, legs parting as her tireless fingers continued to push me a little closer to the lofty heights of orgasm. I was panting now, almost taken too far past the point of no return. And that was when she finally pulled her hand away.

“So Alfred has unlimited access to your ass for the duration of your shift. But that doesn’t mean you get a break-- you can be disciplined just fine whilst he’s enjoying himself.”

She stepped away, picking out a coat to wear.

“I’ll be back later. Now, get to work, Naughty.”

I could only stare at the enormous man that I’d been left with, my cunt throbbing uncontrollably, perilously close to the bliss that was now denied me. I watched him casually pick up a cane and move over to me, and only then did the fear of being struck start to force my desire-clouded thoughts to clear long enough to think about what I needed to do. It was so difficult to focus; to think about anything other than the deep longing between my legs. He swung the cane suddenly and a sharp welt appeared along one ass cheek, joining the bruising I’d delivered to myself earlier. I practically jumped as the cane hit, the pain lingering and overpowering even my powerful yearning to cum for a moment or two.

“Come on, you heard your owner, get to work.” He muttered. I somehow had the capacity to be annoyed that he referred to Rebecca as my owner, but the lash did get me moving hurriedly, fearful of further strikes. He followed me slowly into the main bathroom, then watched as I bent low to rifle through the cupboard and find the equipment that I was supposed to use. I didn’t really know what any of it did, but there were some cloths, scrubbing brushes and spray bottles that looked like the kind of thing people probably used to clean bathrooms. Another lash hit my exposed and eternally-vulnerable bottom as I tried to read what each bottle actually did.

“Come on, work faster.”

I could feel the most recent slice of the cane burning as I just grabbed anything and started to scrub the surface of the sink. Alfred stood behind me at just the right distance to continue punishing my presented bottom. Throughout it all my cunt dripped and dripped and clouded every thought I had. I moaned as I tried to focus on cleaning, my hips thrusting gently in continued frustration. Another lash struck my bottom and a gasp escaped my lips. This was insane-- I was working! I was doing what I’d been asked to do!

“You can work faster than this.”

And he was right-- with the threat of further lashes motivating me onwards, I put some serious energy into the scrubbing, moaning to myself as I tried to reach the pace that was expected of me, all whilst my pussy juices ran down my legs. I was reminded of how much energy I had applied to lapping up the bowl of cum earlier, and this felt surprisingly similar-- as something inside my mind just switched off and made me get the task done. He seemed satisfied and the lashes stopped. I hungrily scrubbed away, trying to find every exposed surface. I moved between the shower unit, the bath and finally the toilet, unknown reserves of energy driving me to work as fast as the man seemed to require. Any time that I slowed down even a little was rewarded with the harshness of the cane against my throbbing cheeks. I had never put this much effort into work in my entire life-- and certainly not whilst my sopping pussy pulsed in such wanton need. Moans and grunts continued to escape my lips as my arms started to tire, unused to the physical labour now demanded of them, and I knew the camera would be watching as I seemed to be getting off whilst doing such a humbling chore, dressed as the maid that I apparently now was.

We had a second bathroom and it was probably an hour or so before I hurriedly moved over to that. Alfred pacing behind me more slowly. He didn’t let me slow for even a minute as I considered the room and what to do next. I threw myself over to the sink as the cane landed, scrubbing around the basin with renewed vigour. After a few minutes of this mindless work, I felt Alfred come up close behind me, his cock landing between freshly-welted cheeks, and I knew he was about to gift himself his so-called payment for his services. He was enormous and his cock was proportioned appropriately, his absolute monster of a cock being shoved into my ass as I leant over the sink trying to focus on what I was doing. He wasted no time and pummelled my hole, stretching me out as it tore into me. I gasped and moaned despite myself, my cunt still merrily buzzing away and forcing a constant state of arousal that wouldn’t pass. He fucked me from behind, a hard smack landing my ass as he started to register that I was finding it harder to continue cleaning. More smacks alternated on my tormented bottom and I was somehow urged to work harder, even as his cock banged into me harder too. After long minutes of this he finally shot his load with a low grunt and pulled out. My body shook with the effort of taking his sizeable girth, my ass agape. He casually put his cock away and returned to his position behind me-- applying the cane to my bottom almost instantly as he detected my understandably-slowed pace.

And so I endured five hours of this treatment, never allowed to clean with anything other than the most ardent of vigour; never allowed a moments rest-- and routinely fucked up the ass regardless of what I was doing, leaving me sore and deflated despite my pussy continuing to beam at the very edge of orgasm for the entire duration. When Rebecca returned to find me scrubbing away at the kitchen surfaces she smiled mischievously at the plentiful red welts criss-crossing my bottom. The shift wasn’t finished, however, and Alfred continued to stand resolute as Rebecca made her way into the bedroom. She came back out after a few minutes wearing only scarlet lingerie and I tried to focus on cleaning-- ever fearful of that cane, even as she opened the front door and let her partner enter. She then led him by the hand back to the bedroom again, passing Alfred and myself with only a sly glance in my direction. I received another hard caning as the bedroom door closed to and I was urged to focus on my job. Barely minutes later there came the sound of frantic love-making coming from the bedroom above, the bed scraping against the floor as they really got into it. Alfred caned me again as I lost focus, every lashing equally as painful as the last, somehow finding a fresh spot every single time. Rebecca and her partner fucked passionately whilst I could only wallow in jealousy and reluctantly channel all of my energy into this humbling list of chores. I was forced to listen for probably half an hour as Rebecca enjoyed multiple orgasms and I received only multiple canings. Five hours was such a long time to work non-stop at such a pace, and even towards the end I wasn’t permitted to slow even a little. I was exhausted, my hands filthy after so much scrubbing, and my arms weren’t used to making this much effort to get into and under difficult-to-reach places.

It was finally exactly five hours since the beginning of my shift, and Rebecca politely came to fetch me, clipping the leash back onto my collar and beckoning me onto hands and knees. She thanked Alfred for his services and he wordlessly left the building. I was still throbbing with lust due to the enforced arousal. She stooped down next to me in the kitchen.

“Are you ready to come back down now, Naughty?” she spoke playfully, only too aware of how I couldn’t stop swaying my hips and moaning quietly to myself. “I think you had so much fun today! Just imagine how much your shift would’ve dragged on if you hadn’t been so incredibly horny the whole time.”

She lifted my chin so that my eyes were made to meet hers, my shame made evident.

“You’ll be cleaning the house quite regularly from now on. And you’ll always be right on the edge whilst you do so. Our friend Alfred will be there to make sure you’re always working super hard. I don’t like it when you’re lazy, understood?”

I could only moan, as if in agreement, but more an involuntary response to being so excited.

“I actually want you to stay on the edge for a while longer, whilst we go out for a late lunch.”

She led me over to the front door, before fishing something out of the one of the drawers nearby. I was turned around obediently, and then something was pressed gently against my stretched asshole. The plug slipped inside-- a familiar enough sensation, but one that I hadn’t had to endure for quite a while-- and she seemed to be delighted with herself as she pulled me to my feet. There was a full-length mirror nearby, and she gestured to it as I stood there, highly aroused but still somewhat troubled that I was going to be going out dressed like this. It was actually an upgrade over what I’d worn outside yesterday, but the fresh welts across my bottom would be fully visible. And it seemed-- as I finally caught my reflection in the mirror-- that so too would the bushy tail that stemmed from the end of the shiny butt-plug. She tussled and played with the tail as I looked on, like a big floaty ponytail. There was simply no hiding that it was coming from something reasonably large that was lodged firmly in my ass. Literally everyone was going to know I had a plug in there, their eyes almost deliberately guided to that conclusion once the tail grabbed their attention. And it would certainly grab attention.

“I think we’ll bring the blindfold along just in case.”

And with that we were once again outside, pulled along on a leash in public whilst my wetness and excitement continued to hold. I was instantly grateful to have my hands free this time around, but the periodic swaying of my tail wickedly reminded me that it was there with every awkward step. My eyes were free to notice all the shocked expressions as we walked along ever busier streets, Rebecca uncaring how many people saw me being dragged around dressed in this flimsy outfit, my butt-plug tail swinging about maddeningly as she increased the pace. Eventually we reached an eatery of some kind, and she led me over to a table in the middle of the room. It was busy, but thankfully it was just adults around us. The seating was some fancy picnic-bench style affair, and this unfortunately meant that my ass was completely on show behind me, my tail coming to a rest drooped down over the back of the seat. Rebecca ordered something from the menu, the waiter struggling to avert his eyes from my deep cleavage as he stood nearby. She was sat opposite and turned her attention to me as the flustered gentleman went away again.

“We’re here for lunch, Naughty. I’ve not been here before, but I’ll let you know whether the food is any good. Oh-- right, yes-- you didn’t order anything, did you?”

She was mocking me, but it didn’t really matter-- I was too busy trying to avoid all the curious glances of the other customers, and from the groups of waiters who were clearly looking over at me and making comments amongst themselves.

“You are going to be eating, though, don’t worry. Just not anything from the menu.”

She waited a little while, enjoying my discomfort. My ass stung so much, I could barely keep still. My panties were soaked through, and that was a whole different unpleasantness. Everyone kept looking at me, and I couldn’t do anything to cover myself or outright escape their scrutiny. After a few minutes, some kind of pasta salad arrived, and she poked at it with a fork for a moment.

“So-- beg to lick your pussy juices off your fingers whilst I enjoy my lunch.”

I looked at her incredulously. We were in a very crowded room. Far too crowded.

“Let’s be specific-- beg to put your hand in your panties to scoop up your pussy juices and lick it off your fingers, and to do that repeatedly until I finish all of this salad. We’re going to eat together for a change, I thought it might be nice.”

Minutes passed until she got me pleading like she always inevitably did.

“You really want to taste yourself, don’t you, Naughty?”

“Oh, yes! I really need to lick up everything that my filthy cunt is producing. Every fucking drop of it.”

“Mmm, that’s right. Well, go ahead, get started. You’ll find that you can touch yourself down there under certain circumstances, and this is one of those.”

She watched me hungrily push my hand into my knickers and rub my fingers along my cunt just enough to leave them covered with my own filth. Without missing a beat the hand was removed and went straight to my mouth where it was keenly licked and sucked off, fingers most of the way inside. That same hand went straight back into my damp underwear as Rebecca started her own lunch. I dared not look around to see if anyone had noticed what I was doing yet, but it was going to take ages for her to finish her meal and it wouldn’t take long before someone saw me systematically moving my hand between my crotch and my mouth. I’d been made to eat worse things by this point, but I was back to being overwhelmed by the intensity of this particular perversion-- tasting myself over and over, the filth deeply unpleasant in such quantities, my mouth slick with my own pussy juices-- fingers wet enough to drip it across the dark fabric of my uniform as they moved between my cunt and waiting lips.

“Beg to use both hands to feed yourself like this instead of one-- with one hand in your mouth and one in your knickers at all times,” Rebecca said between forkfuls of pasta.

I began to beg to make this disgraceful act even more so, and in time she graciously allowed me to do so. One hand lingered in my panties whilst the other was licked clean, swapping locations almost immediately as soon as it was. My wetness simply would not dissipate-- there always seemed to be enough pussy juices to keep going, feeding myself twice as fast now, both hands employed in this sickening activity; unable to stop transferring my slickness to my lips and truly tasting every drop of my arousal. There was no way that someone hadn’t noticed by now, but I still refused to look around and gauge that. I kept my eyes focused on Rebecca and her slowly-eaten salad. She didn’t have that much left. Just before finishing, she stood up.

“Just a little bathroom break, I’ll be right back. Feel free to keep eating without me.”

And I did, all alone at that fancy bench, suddenly so much more vulnerable and ashamed. The remaining bites of salad sat tauntingly in front of me as I scooped and tasted; scooped and tasted. And I was still absolutely sopping wet. How could anyone stay this fucking wet? I was still busily feeding myself from my panties as she returned, and I looked up at her pleadingly. I needed her to finish her lunch so that I could stop being so humiliated. Instead, she placed a napkin down and scooped the last of her meal into a bundle, before pocketing it and smiling over at me.

“I think I’ll finish my lunch at home. Are you ready to go for a walk?”

Without caring what the answer was she took my leash handle and started to pull me along out of the restaurant. My hands continued to move between my pussy and my mouth without hesitation as she pulled me along, back through busy streets and beyond. This felt like the most shameful public thing she’d had be endure yet-- there was really no way to hide that I was repeatedly and hurriedly tasting myself as she led me around. I was almost desperate to be blindfolded so that I didn’t have to keep seeing the incredulous expressions of the people that passed us by. And throughout absolutely everything, my pussy was still torturously on the edge of orgasm, denied now for at least 6 hours or more.

“It seems that keeping you on the edge,” she said to me as we waited at a road crossing, “is keeping you wet enough to just keep going and going. I wonder how long you can keeping tasting yourself if you’re kept on the edge like this.”

When we finally got home after that most shamefully long outing-- my face burning with redness-- she seemed to relish the thought of discovering the answer to this, having me crawl over to the bed and assume the usual position. She then put down the leash and left me to it. Every now and again she would return to inspect whether I was just wet enough to keep going, and very little had changed. My pussy just kept pumping out more filth for me to consume. After being held on the very edge for around 8 hours at this point, she finally decided that I’d had enough for one day, snapping her fingers in front of me and watching me visibly lose that buzz, coming down from such an intense and prolonged high. My hands still worked between my underwear and my mouth regardless, but I was surely beginning to lose my wetness as the arousal washed away with it. Rebecca took out the remainder of her lunch and mercifully finished it off as my cunt started to be unable to provide further juices for me to devour. I finally got to rest. My arms hurt after a long day of intense cleaning followed by this most degrading lunch. Breakfast was utterly sickening; lunch was brutally depraved. My pretty mouth was just forever putting filthy things in it, seemingly without end. Dog food was the closest thing I even had to normal-- that was how bad it had become.

As I tried to rest, Rebecca sat on the bed and stroked my hair.

“I know, I know, it’s been a difficult day. You started a new job, and I know you put a lot of passion into doing it well. Let’s get you undressed and then you can spend the night in the bed. I was so grateful that she was being lenient and not putting me back in the box, and I could barely keep my eyes open as she undressed me and finally piled the French maid outfit away to one side.

“I’ll be back later, Naughty. Get some sleep.” And I was out barely after she’d said it.

Sometime later I was awoken by a sudden disturbance-- Rebecca and her partner were practically falling into the room, the door shoved open, their lips locked-- each of them seeming at least a little intoxicated. They both laughed at their clumsiness, clearly not really realising that I was even there. He started to undress her, the elegant dress falling off her shoulders to pool on the carpet near where I ate breakfast. He was kissing her neck as she moaned in satisfaction, her hands tugging on his belt as they moved haphazardly towards the bed. She landed first, laughing still, and noticed me laying there trying not to make a sound.

“Hi, Naughty! You don’t mind if we fuck, do you?”

The guy didn’t seem to care about my presence at all, and was already on top of Rebecca, his hands savouring her exposed breasts, eagerly moving his head down her body to reach for them with his mouth instead. She suddenly reached down and started to tug down her underwear, before tossing them over to me.

“I don’t want you missing out-- beg to lick my panties until I tell you to stop.”

The guy was clearly exciting Rebecca, and she turned her attention back to him. They kissed frantically for a while as my first fumbling words came out.

“Please can I... lick your panties.”

She ignored me, which I was used to anyway-- she always waited until I sounded desperate, it was clearly more fun for her that way. He went back to kissing her neck, and Rebecca moved her hand down to find his cock.

“Oh-- Please can I lick your panties until you tell me to stop!”

They were still very much distracted-- her mouth fell open as his shaft penetrated her.

“Please! I really want to lick your worn panties! I really want to!”

She turned her head to face me as he fucked her, and she taunted me between low moans, “you want to lick my dirty panties while I’m getting fucked? You’re such a pervert, Naughty. Wouldn’t you rather get fucked instead?”

“No! I just want to lick your panties! I’m just a filthy pervert and I need to lick them! That’s all I want!”

“They’re going to be really messy, I was very turned on,” she managed just before a particularly pleasurable bout of thrusts and left her unable to talk for a while, gasping in exhilaration.

“Oh yes! I want them to be messy! I want them to be really dirty! Please please please let me lick them.”

She turned back to me with a wide grin. “Go ahead, get licking.” She then let his lips meet hers and they both grunted in pleasure whilst his pace quickened.

I picked up her discarded underwear and brought them up to my mouth without missing a beat. I instantly noticed that Rebecca hadn’t been exaggerating-- her wetness was very apparent from the mess she’d made of the little thong. My tongue went straight for the messiest part, and whilst I’d licked her juices plenty of times before, it was particularly humiliating to taste it from her underwear. The fucking continued unperturbed right next to me on the bed as I tasted her excitement. She glanced at me with amusement for a moment and it seemed to trigger something in her, suddenly over-excited and keen for him to pound into her faster. I could only watch and lick as she climaxed, hands grasping at the bed sheets arbitrarily as the lofty pleasure found her. When her orgasm started to diminish, I felt a hand reach for my pussy, Rebecca’s fingers rubbing me expertly even as they continued to fuck.

I couldn’t help but react to her touch, already at least somewhat buzzing to be so close to what looked like amazing sex. I wanted it. The jealousy was lessened by almost being an intimate party to the proceedings, and now I began to get genuinely aroused as she fingered me. The bed creaked, and my tongue just kept lapping away at her filthy undergarment-- the arousal now joining the instruction that already drove me to lick. Now I started to relish the chance to taste her own excitement. Somehow she managed to rub me just right whilst she took his cock, building herself close to a second orgasm that made her call out in pleasure. Her fingers increased in pace alongside his, almost sharing her enjoyment with me. Then, as she felt my pussy start to throb expectedly, she pulled her hand away and let herself get caught up in what her partner was doing to her. I ashamedly continued to watch, licking her flimsy garment-- now somewhat depleted of her juices-- my cunt now lit up and excited and juiced up in its own right. In that moment, I really did need to be fucked like that, it looked absolutely amazing.

After another minute or so, she turned back to look at me, her face flush and her eyes sparkling.

“I think you can stop licking those now.”

I let them come away from my lips, a little disgusted with myself but too horny to particularly care.

“Since you like pussy juices so much, why don’t you beg to taste yourself again? The endless little tap is running again, isn’t it? Do it until I tell you to stop.” she moaned for a moment, “Maybe you can let me know whose pussy tastes the best.”

I was starting to understand that she was inclined to be mean when she was horny, so this wasn’t a great time for me to be so readily accessible, a completely defenceless target for her sadistic tendencies. The words fell out of mouth, and she didn’t even wait this time, letting me just get on with humiliating myself. My hand found my own wetness and scooped the abundant filth from my hole, instantly transporting it the length of my wriggling body to eager lips.

Rebecca turned and watched as she was pounded into, delighting in my subservience. She came again whilst I continued to move one hand down to my pussy, then to my lips, creamy fingers licked clean far too quickly. She seemed to be catching her breath, and told her partner to slow.

“That’s disgusting, Naughty. You could be getting a good fuck like me, but instead you’re just lay there tasting your nasty little cunt. It’s kind of pathetic, isn’t it?”

Of course it was, but it wasn’t like I had a choice!

“I think you’d be more comfortable doing that in private. Beg to go back in your box. You know you don’t belong in the bed anyway, and we clearly could use the extra room.”

I whimpered, desperate not to go back in there. The few hours I’d had back in the bed had been the most comfort I’d experienced in a while-- it was distinctly painful to have it taken away again. But I begged, and I pleaded, and I did everything in my power to convince Rebecca to let me bundle myself into that hellish contraption again. After long enough, Rebecca pushed her partner away long enough to jump out of the bed, my leash handle tightly held, leading me off the bed on all fours. It was awkward, but I managed to continue rubbing myself somewhat as I crawled, then licked those same fingers, the instruction still very much in progress. She opened the cupboard door to find the box left wide and inviting, and wasted no time in letting me bundle myself into the tiny space-- my eyes imploring, hers nothing but radiant as she wordlessly pushed the door to and locked it in place. I heard or felt her bound away, and then there was nothing. My cunt throbbed with desire, and my fingers kept scooping up my filth to place it in my mouth, every finger licked and sucked free of my excitement. She hadn’t told me to stop.

The golden shower cycle came on whilst I faced the prospect of spending the rest of the night tasting my incessantly-wet cunt. I whimpered to myself as my leg cramped up and the inescapable cascade of urine started to get absolutely everywhere.

The rest of the night felt like it would go on forever. Mercifully there had been only a short golden shower cycle before it stopped for the night, but everything was left reeking of urine regardless-- particularly myself. The water cycle came on at some point to let me know it was the morning, timeless as it always was in the diminutive solitary confinement of the box. I was still tasting my buzzing fuck-hole when Rebecca finally opened the door to greet me. She smiled down at me, unreservedly enjoying my extreme discomfort and everlasting shame.

“Okay, Naughty, you can stop tasting yourself now. Come on, let’s get you some breakfast.”

As she led me over to the usual spot, I couldn’t fight the pitiful whimpers that escaped my lips to see yet more dog food and the usual two bowls of filth. She was really going to make me eat this sickening breakfast every single day.

“For your little added delicacy today, I’ve scraped off some mud from the bottom of my shoes and mixed it into the dog food.

I looked up at her whilst my unchecked cunt dribbled freely down my legs, wordlessly appealing to her to be lenient and not have me eat this yet again. She placed the timer behind the three courses then suddenly snapped her fingers. She made to step away.

“I’ll be back in.. 36 minutes, I guess. Eat up. Every drop.”

She started the timer before hurrying off, leaving me alone to contemplate feeding myself this exhaustive collection of filth without any driving motivation. The arousal in my crotch faded to nothing. I looked back at the open cupboard and the ever-waiting torture box that I knew I would be bundled straight back into if I didn’t manage to comply. The timer seemed to tick down so fast as I forced myself to nibble the dog biscuits, quickly discovering Rebecca’s muddy additions. It was utterly revolting, and this was far from the worst of the courses. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to make it. I had done this already, so many times! It was maddening how more difficult it was without some kind of motivating force, or even just having Rebecca present to witness my humiliation. It took me upwards of 10 minutes alone to mostly finish off the dog biscuits, though I needed to work my tongue into the carpet to get at all the muck and that felt like too much to handle. I started to lap up some cum but I almost immediately started to retch. It tasted extra disgusting for some reason, like it had been left out of the fridge or something. I knew I was torturing myself without reason as the timer reached 5 minutes and I was still trying to convince myself to lick from the bowl of cum. I’d managed maybe a third of it somehow, constantly trying not to throw up throughout. When the timer finally hit zero and Rebecca sauntered back into the room, it was clear that she was very disappointed with me.

“Well, that is a shame. I guess you’re going back in your box until tomorrow.”

She led me over to the cupboard and the fear really started to eat away at me again. I’d been out barely half an hour. I did not want to be in there.

“Since I’m so disappointed I’m going to put the sleep deprivation program on, and set the shocks really high. Maybe you’ll be a good girl tomorrow.”

I was bundled inside and she barely waited to slam the door behind me. The bright light came on and the first of the more powerful shocks came moments later, even as I was still trying to organise my body into the tiny space. I noticeably jumped as the shock found bare skin throughout the frame, and I quickly truly wished that I’d eaten everything up like I’d been told. A day and a night spent like this would be truly exasperating. But I had no power to escape it, and though time was largely unknown to me in that dense and unchanging environment it was eventually morning again.

“Are you going to eat everything up today, Naughty?” Rebecca taunted as she opened the door of the box to find me inelegantly packaged up inside. She took my leash and helped me climb out, my limps stiff and unresponsive. I had red marks where the shocks had repeatedly managed to find flesh up against the frame, my bottom and parts of my back covered in such scores. I was lead obediently over to the usual breakfast spot, the cupboard door left deliberately open to provoke me. My eyes then found that there were more bowls than usual.

“You need to finish off yesterdays breakfast first. And then you can started on today’s.”

Oh fuck-- I wasn’t going to be able to do this. That was so much cum. A bowl and a half or more of that disgusting filth.

“I’m going to give you 10 minutes to finish off yesterdays spunk and urine, okay? And I’m going to be generous and let you use your hands for these. That should be much quicker.”

She held my leash firm and stood towering over me whilst she waited.

“Are you ready?”

She then started the timer. I forced myself not to think too much, picking up and taking the cum bowl to my lips. I tipped it just enough to drink from it. She was right-- it was much quicker this way. The filth passed my lips like a drink, a constant flow of spunk to swallow. I felt sick but I forced myself to persevere. Half a bowl of cum somehow fed down my obliging throat in one long motion, swallowing almost constantly, feeding myself in the most depraved manner yet. The speed that it depleted was weirdly favourable, though, because it meant that I would be done so much quicker. It was oddly preferable to having to slowly lap it up and torture myself with the taste on my tongue throughout.

I was done with 6 minutes still on the clock, starting to lick around the inner surface as I knew would be expected. The bowl of urine was easier in contrast, I’d already been exposed to the smell for the last day now. I still had over 3 minutes left when I looked up at Rebecca pleading with her to stop the clock. She made a show of examining the bowls before finally yielding that I’d done the job. The two bowls were taken away and I was once again perched in front of the usual breakfast. I’d already eaten more than enough and was struggling to keep it down.

“The dog food is extra muddy today, and there’s some pubic hair in there again as a special treat.”

She wasn’t kidding-- the dog food pile was more muck than biscuits and I could clearly see the hairs entrenched in the mixture too. I didn’t know if I could make myself eat that, even after everything. The 36 minute timer was placed behind the courses, and I started to whimper despondently. I needed to keep eating, but I just didn’t know if I could. Another day in the box would be hellish, and she’d be so angry that she’d find a way to make it worse, I was sure. She squatted down next to me, as if sensing my reluctance.

“It’s difficult to eat without the right motivation, isn’t it? You know you have to but some rational part of your brain keeps telling you that you can’t. See, I just want you to eat it because I told you to. Because your owner told you to.”

She forced my eyes to meet hers.

“Let’s be honest here, Naughty, you’re my pet. You’re a toy; my hot little plaything. You don’t go anywhere unless I drag you there on your leash. You eat when I let you eat. You don’t even feel pleasure unless I say you can. And you’re always punished when you’re bad. It’s pretty clear that I own you.”

My cunt was glistening somewhat as she continued, my hole curiously excited when she reduced me so.

“And your owner expects her pet to eat her breakfast without complaint. I don’t want you to like it, not at all, but I do want you to do it. And when it gets too easy or comfortable for you, we’ll make it even more disgusting and make the bowls even bigger, and you’ll still do it.”

The bluntness was so oddly intoxicating, I hated that she could manipulate me like this.

“And if you break completely and convince yourself that you actually love it, then we’ll dial you right back to before you make that breakthrough and make you watch yourself losing your mind with no memory of it. I don’t want you broken, and I’m your owner so I get to decide.”

She stood then and reached for some things that had been positioned on the bed, above my eyeline. She took my hands one after the other as I watched, some kind of padded mitts being placed onto them before being padlocked in place around each wrist. The surface of the mitts was thick and only slightly bendable, rendering my hands virtually useless except to keep me upright. She then added a little headpiece-- some kind of cat or fox ears accessory.

“Beg to wag your tail whenever you’re excited. Beg to wag faster the more turned on you are.”

She moved away for a moment, and I began to plead as requested. She came back with some kind of harness and placed it on the floor next to the bowls.

“Okay, you can wag your tail whenever you’re excited.”

I started wiggling my bum from side to side almost instantly, the tail plug swaying from side to side in sync. I was approaching new lows of shame, since I now couldn’t even hide my begrudging arousal from her-- my bottom alluringly moving to keep the tail perpetually in motion in turn. She gestured at the harness-like piece of equipment.

“This is your muzzle. As soon as you finish breakfast it’ll be going around your mouth. See how it has a nice big penis gag on the inside? That goes into your throat. And then all the straps keep it nice and securely around your mouth. It’ll only be coming off when I want to put something filthy in your mouth, because that’s what your mouth is for. Just another hole that I like to play with.”

As a final flourish, she brought a big mirror over and placed it behind the bowls, moving the timer to sit in front of it. It left me to see myself complete with fox ears and keenly wagging tail, this pet perched in front of the disgusting breakfast.

“I’m going to stay to help you get started, but then I expect you to finish the rest without my presence. Tomorrow you’ll do it all on your own. Just to please your owner.”

She started the timer, and I reached down to the mucky dog food, forced to watch myself as I reached the first clump of pubic hairs. My ass and my tail wagged incessantly. Rebecca held the leash short and tight, feeling the tension in the collar around my neck.

“Come on pet, eat up. I expect you to set a new record today.”

This was the most humiliated I’d felt despite everything that had happened to me. I didn’t at all enjoy what I was being forced to eat, every bite a challenge, but my wagging tail betrayed just how aroused she had me.

“Faster pet, come on. Shove all that disgusting filth in your mouth.”

I was licking the carpet now, watching myself as my tongue laced the fabric, desperate to get everything and be able to move on to the first of the bowls. Once I did so, Rebecca was clearly happy with my time so far.

“There we go, that’s a good pet. Now finish off those bowls whilst I get ready. I won’t be far.”

The blazing humiliation continued to keep me invested as she left. She would come in and out of the room as I hungrily lapped up the cum, forced to watch both the timer and myself as I worked to finish it. I managed to push down my burning desire to retch and keep my pace. At this point I had consumed more than a whole bowlful of this stuff, the memory of guzzling down the previous bowl fresh in my mind. This was just too much cum for someone to swallow. But I did it.

I was onto the urine bowl with 15 minutes still left on the clock. I forced myself to slow, though fearful that I might cause myself to fail. If I finished it too quickly then I would have to race this new time record tomorrow. Almost as if sensing this, Rebecca came back over and took my leash tightly in hand again.

“Come on pet, faster. You’re going to set a really good time today. Don’t disappoint me.”

My tail wagged like crazy as she guided me on once more, watching me lick down her own urine.

“Hurry up pet.”

My cunt dripped across the floor as she had me licking the last of her piss out of the bowl. She stopped the clock with 7 minutes remaining on the clock.

“Weren’t you a good girl today! Something like a thousand and five hundred loads of cum in one meal, and you kept down every drop. And you beat your time so well! I guess tomorrow you’ll have to beat, let’s see-- 29 minutes.”

She then turned her attention to the harness, picking it up and displaying it in front of my eyes. The penis gag was enormous, my mouth would be filled right up and leave me quite literally gagging.

“Let’s get you muzzled then. And then I’ll take you for a walk.”

She fed the harness straps around my face and fed the penis intended for my mouth to its rightful place. I opened up and let her feed it inside, quickly feeling my gag reflex fight back momentarily. She didn’t stop, pushing it all the way inside until the padded surface of the harness sat tightly against my parted lips ensuring that few sounds would be able to escape them. She fashioned the rest of the device around my head and secured it in place, a padlock ensuring removal would be permitted only by herself. I whimpered around the fullness of the penis gag lodged in my mouth and throat. It truly was massive. The bulge in my throat was just about evident as I caught what I looked like in the mirror opposite. My tail still wagged on.

Without further delay she led me to the front door, managing only a muted whimper as I realised how naked I was save for the ‘pet attire’ that barely covered my hands and feet, plus very visibly keeping my mouth firmly sealed and covered up. The fox ears were just the icing on the top, whilst the bushy tail was virtually the only thing actually doing anything to cover my decency, swaying from side to side in front of my bare bottom as it did.

She guided me up to my feet, before she began to bind my padded hands behind my back, the mitts themselves providing the means of fastening them together. She made sure they were locked and unmoveable, before actually reaching for a medium-length black coat and placing it around my shoulders. She buttoned me up and left the sleeves free to float about to my sides. Nobody would actually know that I was all tied up and naked under there, but the tail still floated around beneath the coat, and the muzzle was sure to attract attention regardless.

And then we were outside. She pulled me along as I struggled to keep up, my legs still needing to be stretched after so long in the box-- and with the added difficulty of shuffling my bottom from side to side to keep the tail in motion. Naturally I got plenty of disapproving looks as Rebecca pulled me along, but eventually we wound up in the park. It was the morning so it wasn’t particularly crowded, which was at least a little relief. Rebecca sat at one of the benches and gestured me to my knees in front of her.

“Are you going to be a good pet today? Your owner is pleased so far, but I know you struggle to accept that someone completely owns you-- and I mean, why would you, you’re so used to getting things your way.” She reached down and pulled the coat from around my shoulders-- folding and placing it carefully besides her on the bench-- leaving me almost completely naked and exposed in the park. I looked around worriedly-- there were a few people around but I wasn’t sure if my nakedness had registered yet.

“You can have your coat back if you be a good pet and hump my leg. Rub your pussy up against my leg and try to get yourself off. I’ll let you too-- if you can make yourself orgasm whilst humping your owners’ leg, then you are most welcome to do so.”

She stood up next to me just to emphasise how obvious it was going to be to everyone around if I started to grind myself against her so publicly. My ass wagged around as I contemplated whether I could do what she’d asked. Surely someone had spotted us by now, my naked figure kneeling before someone holding her leash, arms replete with mitts and restrained behind myself. My nipples hardened as the chill passed over them. I felt so completely exposed.

“I can walk you around for a while if you want to think about it first.”

I forced myself to move against her and tried to get my cunt up against her leg. It was awkward with my hands so bound, but I felt her skin against my wetness and pushed myself further into it. Trying not to think about who might be watching I thrust back against her, something like a moan trying to escape my deeply gagged mouth. I had to try and wag my tail even as I thrust myself against her bare leg, and by this point I was committed.

“Look up at me whilst you hump my leg.”

I tried so hard to meet her gaze so far above, my humping increasing in pace. I made illegible sounds from behind the muzzle as her leg did actually provide some kind of friction to build my excitement with. I knew I must look ridiculous to any passer-by-- a most shameful of actions completed by someone so naked and kitted out like an animal. I couldn’t help myself trying to climax, humping with intensity. She pulled her leg away.

“Now the other leg.”

I ground myself against this freshly-presented surface, working to push myself to the promised and much-needed release. I genuinely felt like it might be possible, though I was sure my imagination was a key driver in making it possible-- unable to forget just how public a place this was. After a while she pushed me away, as I wearily suspected she might, and then unsecured the mitt-covered hands from behind my back. Free to move on hands and knees again, she started to lead me away from the bench, not seeming to care that I was now forced to crawl through the park largely naked. I would’ve pleaded with her to stop but I had no say in it at all, and eventually we came to another bench in a far busier spot.

“Keep humping your owners’ leg if you want your coat.”

Fighting my embarrassment, I got straight back to it. I could hear people making comments as I ground myself against her.

“Look up at me, pet. I think you’re going to cum, aren’t you? You’re actually going to get off by humping my leg out here in the park. I want you to cum whilst you’re degrading yourself in public like this-- maybe it’ll be the only way I ever let you cum in future. And it’ll feel great for a minute, but then the shame afterwards will leave you feeling dreadful about it. I mean, you’re getting off whilst people are watching you hump my leg. It’s pretty pathetic, let’s be honest.”

The more she teased me the more I knew I was going to climax. My pace quickened, easier now that I had my padded hands somewhat free. Again she stepped away and led me crawling to another location, past dozens of onlookers. At this point the coat wasn’t even going to protect my decency, she’d already made sure the entire park was getting to witness my nakedness. I just wanted us to stop so that I could hump her again and get some relief from the powerlessness of the situation.

We did stop and she gestured to her leg again. “Even with the gag in, I want to hear you say ‘You’re my owner and I’m your pet’ whilst I let you rub yourself to orgasm on my leg. Understood?”

I tried to mumble the words as I felt close to satisfaction at long last. I prayed she wouldn’t pull away again.

“Come on, louder.”

I tried to voice the words around the penis in my throat, my excitement drawn on as she watched me with an evil smile. My body started to tremble and I thrust my cunt against her frantically now, my tail forever swaying. She reached down and turned my head to look at all the people trying hard not to stare at us, and that’s when I finally hit orgasm, cumming up against her leg, my mouth still trying to utter the words she’d requested of me. I hit an enormous high, by crotch rippling with the pleasure that only her leg seemed able to provide. My head rolled back, but she forced my attention to stay on those around us even as my thighs shuddered with the intense sensations coursing through me. The moment finally passed and she pushed me away from her leg, leaving my slickness for all to see. She seemed to be waiting for the feeling to pass, staring intently as I watched her in return, beginning to wonder if I was actually going to get the coat back or not.

“How do you feel now, pet?”

It was true that the overwhelming pleasure was fast fading to be replaced by the utter shame of how much I’d lost control of myself in that moment. My first orgasm in forever was one eked out by a very public leg humping. I didn’t feel particularly great about it, and she kept prolonging my shame by leaving me there on the floor before her, my nipples erect and my entire crotch messy with my juices.

“That was some pretty shocking public indecency, you know. All of these people have a right to be pretty annoyed by what you just did. Let’s go and ask a few of them if they want to give you a good spanking for being so naughty.”

Sorry-- what now? Only then did she place the coat back over my shoulders, pulling me up to my feet and starting to lead me over to a nearby group of people without hesitation. I tried not to meet their mesmerised gaze as we got close enough for the wetness coursing below my coat to be deeply obvious. The ground was the only place my eyes could settle as we came to a stop before them.

“Hi there-- I’m really sorry that my pet got so excited back there. I was just wondering if any of you fancy giving her a good spanking for being so bad.”

This was somehow more embarrassing than having groups of men fondle my breasts and rub my cunt whilst I stood right before them. At least then I’d seen the lust in their eyes as they touched me. I suppose it also helped that they weren’t the worst-looking people in the world, either. But this was just outright mortifying because I kept being reminded of what I was to be punished for-- every further remark making me feel more and more like I should’ve been able to refrain from letting myself go just now; tainting and ultimately ruining the memory of that most amazing of orgasms.

The whole group just seemed to regard the pair of us like we were crazy.

“Well, thank you for your time.” Rebecca said politely, before pulling me over to a group of guys nearby and issuing the same request. They seemed more keen but also far too shy to actually go through with it here in the park. Rebecca tried an elderly couple-- they were pretty shocked, and told us as much. She then turned around and stomped us back to the middle of the area, raising her voice and trying to get as much attention as possible.

“My pet has been really naughty-- does anyone here want to give her a good spanking?”

My face was bright red, and I kept my eyes on the floor whilst I prayed that no one would actually take her up on that offer.

“I’ll do it.” I heard a somewhat gravelly voice call out. Everyone looked over at the man who had one gloved hand raised gingerly. He stepped forward once he knew he had Rebecca’s focus.

“Perfect,” she said, pulling me in his direction. I forced myself to look, and it was quickly apparent that the man was homeless, and had been sitting next to a makeshift tent half-hidden just off the main park trail.

“Hello there,” she said as the distance between us closed, “are you sure you want to spank her?”

He was looking me up and down, “yeah, I mean, why not-- if that’s what you want.”

“Fantastic. Can you do it just over here on the park bench so everyone can watch?”

“Err, yeah, whatever you want.”

I had zero say in any of this, of course, my mind reeling somewhat at what was apparently about to happen to me. Some random homeless guy was going to get to spank me here in the park. I was probably the hottest girl he’d ever get to lay eyes on, and most definitely the hottest girl he’d get to smack the bottom of. Of course he wasn’t going to say no this opportunity-- it was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“OK, here’s her leash,” she quickly gave the handle over to him, “you just have to beckon her over your lap and she’ll do as she’s told. I tell you what, why don’t I go and get you a nice lunch from somewhere nearby whilst you get on with it.”

“Wow, yeah, that’ll be great, thanks.”

I could clearly tell that he had an erection in his pants as he became the holder of my leash, and that I seemed to have no objections to any of this treatment. He sat on the indicated bench and-- as instructed-- pulled hard enough to force me up and over his lap, my bare bottom landing just to the side of his leg, the coat riding up somewhat, and my cunt dangerously close to his hidden member. The padded mitts ended up in front of me uselessly.

“I’m sorry she’s so wet. I hope you don’t get messy. But anyway-- don’t be gentle with her. I’ll be back to collect her in a bit.”

And then she really did walk off, leaving me over the lap of this clearly very horny homeless man. I felt his hand wander across my bottom as if still not really believing he would get to smack me. Whilst my bottom was perfectly formed, it was still covered in marks inflicted by the harshness of a cane. It would be clear to him that I was no stranger to a bit of discipline, as if that were consent enough.

He smacked me. He pulled my leash tight so that my head was forced upright and smacked me again. My inability to complain told him that I was happy for him to keep going, so he did, becoming more confident that I could take the pain and increasing the intensity as he went. People were watching at this point-- it would’ve been impossible to believe that wouldn’t be the case. I swore I even saw people recording on their smartphones, but I quickly tried not to look around again to confirm that. I could just about feel the man’s hardness beneath my belly, and his horniness was channelled into the smacks he was giving me. He was muttering half to himself as he disciplined me.

“You are a naughty girl, aren’t you.” and “Yeah, you like that, don’t you.”

This shameful new low continued long enough for my ass to start to sting-- he was strangely good at landing his palm in new locations, as if making my entire bottom bright-red throughout was a necessary goal of his. More than once his hand lingered close to my exposed pussy, and I was only too aware that in the absence of Rebecca this guy really could do whatever he wanted with me.

It was probably fifteen long minutes before Rebecca did finally return. She brought the promised lunch with her and looked on with a smile as the guy continued to smack me. Almost reluctantly he handed back the leash and took the meal as a trade. Rebecca then yanked me back off his lap and had me stand again, my bottom now brandishing a deep redness all over.

She leant in close and whispered into my ear, “I think you should thank this nice gentleman for taking the time to spank you. You could really make his day if you sucked him off.” She had started rubbing my cunt from behind beneath the coat as she spoke, “It would be mean to just expect him go back in that tent and jerk himself off after all that.” She was rubbing me furiously at this point, watching my tail start to wag once more. She pulled away long before I felt the climb to climax, but I knew that I’d now stay at exactly this level of arousal until she decreed otherwise. It was enough to keep my bottom wriggling from side to side, and it was plenty enough to ensure that my cunt stayed well lubricated.

“To thank you properly, sir, I’d like to offer you some alone time with my pet. She’s going to show you what she can do with her pretty little mouth.” The man was clearly bewildered by what she was offering him, and even more so as Rebecca unlocked the muzzle harness around my head and the enormous penis gag started to become evident. I gagged as she fed it out of my throat, then gasped as I could finally breathe more fully.

“Come on, Naughty, beg this nice gentleman to let you suck his dick until he cums in your mouth.”

He could only watch and listen with fascination as I proceeded to do just that, his penis practically bursting through his pants as he tried to believe the words I was uttering. Rebecca handed him the leash handle for a second time, and gestured towards his little shelter.

“Just give her permission when you’re over there and she’ll handle the rest.”

He hungrily took the leash and started to beckon me over. Rebecca leant in before I was dragged away, “I want to see proof, so no swallowing. And remember, all of this is only happening because you got over-excited whilst humping my leg. Just because I suggested that you could orgasm if you wanted, doesn’t necessarily mean that you should.”

And then she let him lead me away. Once at the tent, he shuffled me inside and down to the ground, my mouth still pleading for his cock to enter it. He unbuckled himself and let his throbbing cock fall out before telling me that I had his permission to pleasure it. He reached forward and pushed the coat off my shoulders, leaving me essentially naked. Eager hands found my breasts as my luscious lips fed his cock all the way inside, tongue working to excite him.

No more than five minutes later I was handed back to Rebecca, my tail still wagging, my coat replaced over my shoulders.

“Show me.”

I opened my mouth to show her the warm filth lathering inside, my expression deflated.

“Good girl-- now hold that in your mouth until we get home. If it’s not there when we get back then you’ll be going straight back in your box. Maybe tuck it in below your tongue whilst I put the muzzle back on.”

Of course the muzzle was going back on-- it was only allowed off when she wanted to put filthy things in my mouth, as she’d stated so callously earlier that morning. And now she was expecting me to leave the man’s cum in there whilst that ridiculous gag simultaneously filled my throat, the deep shame of sucking him off as a mere ‘thank you’ lingering for as long as it did so. She walked me away from the source of all my embarrassment, finally leaving the park and heading down crowded streets once more. After a while she pulled me aside against one wall and snapped her fingers to quickly clear my annoyingly-prolonged arousal. She pushed me down to my knees, and forced me to look up at her with a finger on my chin. I tried to ensure that the homeless man’s cum didn’t just trickle down my throat whilst so raised.

“One last chance, pet. Would you like to hump your owner right here and try to give yourself another orgasm? You might not get this opportunity again for a long long time. Don’t bother looking around, just think about what that hole needs right now. Is there a fucked-up part of your brain that really wants to hump my leg again even after all of that? You don’t need to speak it, your tail will tell me everything I need to know.”

I hoped that whatever latent excitement might be possible right now would stay hidden, but I couldn’t help thinking about what she’d said around not being given that opportunity again for a long time. It had been a year or so since I’d been allowed an orgasm of the more normal variety, and it had felt absolutely amazing. Once I’d let myself forget everything that was going on around me I’d had the most explosive of highs. She’d since made me deeply embarrassed of this fact, and I continued to be tortured by the knowledge of everything the homeless guy had done with me, but the base desire to receive that kind of pleasure hadn’t exactly melted away. I felt my bum start to wriggle and the tail follow suite with it.

“Go on then, hump, if you want to.”

It was hard to believe that I was really doing it, but I moved close to her and mounted her offered leg just as before, rubbing myself against her smooth skin. Something felt extra shameful this time because I’d really chosen to do it-- I still had the coat on and might somehow not look as immoral as before. I didn’t look around-- she kept me looking upwards at her throughout, my eyes forced to meet hers. The excitement built up faster than before, the intimacy of the moment somehow driving me on. I felt close just minutes after first thrusting myself against her, and only then did I start to realise something: I hadn’t been explicitly told to orgasm-- rather she’d just said that I could try. Even as I started to perch right on the edge of satisfaction I knew frustratingly that this was a teaching moment. She didn’t want me to climax. She wanted me to resist.

I didn’t know if I had the willpower to deny myself. Her leg felt so unreasonably good against my throbbing pussy and it was clearly within my power to give myself what I so desperately needed. I was trembling with the effort of edging myself, still unable to commit myself to going over the edge. I was supposed to contain myself. If she had wanted me to cum she would’ve said that. That was the lesson. Already kind of angry with myself, I pulled my pussy away from her leg, my eyes glazed over with yearning. I couldn’t think straight, I was far too horny for that, my tail wagging away disapprovingly.

“I didn’t say stop humping, pet, come on. Grind yourself on that leg.”

I whimpered as I forced myself back to the sensations that threatened to push me over to the edge. I had broke myself away once, but now I was lost again. I tried to manage my pace and keep myself from peaking, but I desperately wanted to give up and accept that I was too weak to even try. After minutes more of this, edging myself incessantly against her lower leg, she finally seemed happy enough with my performance.

“OK, you can stop if you want to, pet.”

I convinced myself that this was more of an instruction and it helped me peel myself away from her. I had ultimately done all of that for nothing-- I hadn’t even directly been told to do it in the first place. And now I was left with only this gaping sexual frustration-- and I’d done that to myself as well.

“Good girl! You just thought about what your owner wanted rather than what you wanted. You basically acknowledged that I own you. And it really is my desire that you are deeply sexually frustrated as much as possible, and that you do it willingly to please your owner. I don’t want you to like it, I just want you to do it.”

She continued to watch as I squirmed before her, tail frantically whipping from side to side.

“You will receive one orgasm a year-- and I will ensure that it is as degrading and shameful as possible. One way or another you will not be permitted to cum at any other time. If you somehow slip up then we’ll just erase the memory of any pleasure and leave only the memory of the harshest of punishments afterwards. Since you gave yourself an orgasm today, you now have a whole year ahead of you to show me what a good girl you can be.”

She pulled me in close again, her leg extended. “Edge yourself a few more times to show me that you understand what I expect of you.”