When we returned home it was still only early afternoon, and I wondered what other fucked-up things she had in store for me for the remainder of the day. First things first, though, she removed the deeply-penetrating gag harness and inspected my mouth afterwards. There were still enough traces of the man’s filth that she was satisfied with my disgusting efforts, instructing me to swallow at long last. She then guided me down to the floor and removed my padded mitts. I flexed my fingers after so long being unable to do much of anything with them.

“Whilst your muzzle is off, I think you should thank me for taking you for a walk to the park.”

Rebecca pointed down at her feet, her sleek black heels still adorning them.

“Clean my shoes with your tongue-- then you can worship my ass and pussy. After all, you didn’t get chance to before we left.”

She sat next to the doorway and casually lifted her heels in my direction, then watched as I reluctantly moved in to start licking the upper surface.

“I don’t think the top needs your attention, Naughty-- lick the bottom of them.”

We’d just been outside, so naturally I was far less keen to lick the underside of her shoes.

“Oh, Naughty, come on, beg to lick my shoes clean and spotless. I’ll be expecting you to clean my shoes whenever I’ve taken you for a walk in future, so might as well get used to it.”

I begged and I pleaded and Rebecca really made me wait. The need to lick her shoes built up until I felt beyond desperate to be permitted to it. She finally allowed it with a little smile, and I reached in hungrily to devour every possible inch of them. It didn’t matter how filthy the sole of the shoe was, my tongue did exactly as it had been told, frantically working along the underside of each offered shoe like my life depended on it. After agonising minutes of licking every trace of the outside off of her shoes, she simply slipped them both off and offered up her feet instead. Though sweatier than usual I obviously complied, abjectly committed to yet another round of worshipping each of Rebecca’s delicates. Something about licking someone’s feet with excruciating thoroughness really did seem to put you firmly in your place, and-- I begrudgingly had to admit-- display just how much that person really did fucking own you. I couldn’t help but think about how I’d just very-publicly humped the legs these pretty feet were attached to. She even guided my tongue further above her ankles as if to emphasise that I should clean where my pussy had rubbed against her. She never let me rush through, her patience seemingly endless whilst I humbled myself at her feet.

Only when I’d finished did she stand up again and provide easy access to her bottom, and I knew it was time to worship her behind. She could’ve just made me beg again, but I was no stranger to pleasuring her holes with my tongue, and on some level actually savoured it. It was actually somewhat intimate compared to the cruel dehumanisation she typically put me through. Even licking her ass wasn’t as humiliating as she probably intended since her bottom was just so divine that anyone would be lucky to find themselves so close by. So, no, I didn’t need prodding to do this task. I licked and I licked, and I dug my tongue in as deep as I thought she’d desire, my nose right up against her buttocks. She held me by my hair to ensure I was forced up against her ass, and I knew my tail was starting to wag again. After much longer than usual, she spun around and hungrily placed my mouth against her slit instead, held just as tightly in place as before.

“When you get a single orgasm, Naughty, I think you should make sure I have ten.”

And so I licked her pussy with all my ability for as long as she craved, giving her orgasm after orgasm-- watching her flail around and moan in pleasure; my face becoming more and more slick with her juices as the session went on. I was a mess once we finally reached ten orgasms. My own immoral pleasure earlier in the day felt utterly insignificant compared to the euphoria she’d just experienced, and I tried not to let my mind linger on the fact that apparently I had an entire year to wait until I got to receive even one such climax again.

Without really delaying she picked up the muzzle and guided it across my face. The penis gag went straight into my throat and she quickly fastened the harness back in place, leaving me fighting the gagging reflex once more. It seemed I really was going to be gagged whenever Rebecca didn’t want to use my mouth. I faced a future of only ever using my oral cavity for whatever filthy things she wanted me to lick, taste, suck on or swallow. Even breathing was more difficult since the penis gag was so enormous and fed so effortlessly into my throat, my entire mouth filled to the brim around it, eternally forced open and wide to accept it.

I was surprised when she next removed the tail plug, leaving it alongside the other equipment next to the front door, before taking my leash in hand and encouraging me to crawl along behind her. We didn’t go to our bedroom, but instead to the spare room around the corner from it. As she led me inside, I could see that a single bed had been put up against one wall.

“You’re going to feel spoiled today, Naughty, get up on the bed.”

She fed me into a lying position with my head on the solitary pillow. There was no duvet or cover, only a strangely metallic frame at the head of the bed behind me. I soon discovered that my hands were to be positioned above me, and the strange apparatus started to make sense as she fed my wrists through slots that in turn were fastened tightly around them. She didn’t stop there, though, and she suddenly started to raise my legs, bending me sharply at the waist until my feet too landed near the elaborate bed frame. Thankfully I was extremely fit and limber and having my legs almost behind my own head was only moderately uncomfortable. Restraints went around my ankles, my heels flailing pitifully behind the top of the bed, and then all my limbs were tightly secured. Even the rear of my collar was clipped to a protruding ring. My holes were decidedly vulnerable and exposed, and I quickly realised that was likely the point. And somehow I hadn’t even realised there was a mirror on the ceiling-- watching myself squirming in that highly compromising position.

Trying to peek over my own legs, I saw Rebecca go over to a cupboard unit and collect a few items, placing them down on the bed just below my utterly defenceless crotch. I looked up in the mirror to watch as various wands, dildos and vibrators were laid out in a line, joined then by paddles, crops and whips and some serious-looking things that worryingly reminded me of a cattle prod. When everything was arranged nicely enough, Rebecca just smiled at me and turned to leave. The door swung shut behind her and I was left alone on the bed, not quite knowing what to think. Already I felt that the contorted position was a strain to maintain, but the bindings didn’t care about that. I was forced to watch myself wriggle somewhat to try and find comfort, my eyes forever drifting back to the array of displayed instruments that were presumably left out to torment me.

After some highly-indeterminate amount of time that certainly seemed like an hour or more to me-- stuck in that pretzel-like contortion with nothing else to do-- the door opened and a young woman entered, before she closed it once more behind her. It definitely wasn’t Rebecca, and she paid me no real attention whilst she took off her coat to hang up near the door frame. She was barely five feet tall and petite in every sense of the word, all except for her bulging chest. Now that her coat had been removed, I could see she was clad in what I could only really call some kind of demonic version of a school uniform or office attire-- a tight-fitting black blouse following her curves, coupled with a tidy pleated skirt and dark knee-high boots. Her hair was long and braided around one side of her heart-shaped face, and she had the most piercing of eyes that left me feeling even more vulnerable than ever. I had never been attracted to girls before I’d been conditioned to adore Rebecca way back when, but clearly something had stuck because I was definitely somewhat intoxicated by her. And when she spoke I felt myself melting before her.

“My name is Princess Abigail. You’re going to be my plaything for the rest of the day, and it’s been made very clear to me that you are not allowed to cum at any point. I intend to make sure that you don’t.”

And with that, she went straight for the cattle prod and pressed it against the flesh of my bottom. I jumped as high as my restraints would allow, shrieking into the gag as I did so. How could someone so small and adorable be so incredibly mean? She grinned with the most mischievous of expressions, her eyes glowing as she bent down and started to lick my cunt with her cute little tongue. She managed to edge me with ease, her eyes watching me intently, and again the cattle prod was thrust right up against my bare cheeks.

“Down, girl.”

She waited just long enough for my climax to start to fade before coming in again to lick. I literally could not resist her-- something about her radiant sexuality and wanton cruelty was too exciting for my compromised body to handle. I wanted to cum for her so badly. Again, intense shocks to my my most sensitive of regions rained down, edging ever closer to my throbbing cunt itself. Licked and shocked, over and over. I couldn’t fight it.

“No cumming for your princess, plaything!”

God-- she was so sexy. I loved everything about her, and my pussy simply would not stop responding to her touch. She picked up a paddle and started thrashing my bottom as I tried to wriggle away from it. The word ‘gentle’ definitely wasn’t in her vocabulary. It felt so wrong that someone so tiny could inflict such torment, and that they would do it with such a glint in their eye as the blows hammered away. She didn’t stop until my ass had been painted red, then instantly came back in to lick me again. It had only been ten minutes or so since she’d arrived and her energy seemed boundless. She was free to do this to me for as long as she wanted. As I watched her lick me furiously, I ached for her luscious lips to be on my own. I wanted to undress her and fondle her. And these thoughts just edged me quicker and left me reeling from a barrage of shocks from the cattle prod.

This cycle went on for longer than I was able to even vaguely register. She always seemed to know when I got close, and how long to wait until it was safe to start exciting me again. She clearly had had lots of practice. On the one hand I never wanted her to stop, but on the other hand my ass was being increasingly battered by the various implements at her disposal to viciously discipline me. Her cruelty was relentless, but as soon as she started licking again the pain would be forgotten, throbbing in the background, her sparkling eyes always watching my expression as she teased me.

When she finally tired of licking me, she hurriedly placed herself in a harness and attached a throbbing dildo to the attachment point, the veined surface culminating in a bulging head, some twelve inches in length and sporting considerable girth. She sat herself before me and started to nudge her strap-on towards my anus, rubbing my own pussy juices across the shaft as a natural lubricant. She pressed and forced herself inside, and then stopped with barely the head buried in my ass.

“Come on, plaything, fuck my cock. I want you to work all of it inside.”

My body simply would not let me refuse her requests. I was too horny to say no. Even in the restraints I managed to push my bottom towards her, slowly impaling myself. She sat perfectly still, happy to let me come to her. It was hard work, and the cock was enormous, stretching out my ass. I couldn’t disappoint her, but I could only push myself to take three-quarters of it before the fullness started to become uncomfortable, and the end felt suddenly far away, my limbs stretched.

“All of it, plaything.”

She took the riding crop to one presented cheek, slicing down in one spot relentlessly, urging me on. I strained against my bindings, trying to fuck it further inside. Her incessant meanness drove me forward, and then I felt a wand vibrator be pressed up against my clitoris. She pulled it away again as I felt myself hit the edge, the crop once more striking in the same exact spot. The confusion of arousal and sharp pain forced me to fuck her strap-on roughly, and before I knew it I was all the way inside.

“I didn’t say stop fucking your ass, did I? Ruin your asshole for your princess.”

The cattle prod came in and enforced this act, leaving me thrusting myself frantically against her shaft, feeling its hugeness with every movement. She placed the wand back against my clit and surged me quickly towards orgasm. I started to quiver in anticipation as the wand was removed and the crop found a new tender spot to torment. I kept grinding on the enormous cock as she cycled between the wand and the crop, a relentless torrent of sexual abuse that somehow felt both utterly amazing and distinctly agonising.

The door opened suddenly and Rebecca casually walked into the room. She watched for a moment, Abigail being particularly vicious with the cattle prod whilst she knew her efforts were being evaluated. Smiling to herself, and not even pretending that her eyes weren’t wandering across the princesses’ super-sexy figure, she leant in and whispered something into Abigail’s ear. Rebecca waited whilst she unequipped the strap-on harness, leaving the huge cock itself buried very snugly into my ass. She then took Abigail’s hand and started to lead her out of the room. This time the door didn’t close, and I was left doubled-over on the bed with a massive cock shoved up my ass, and the door left wide open for anyone to come along and witness.

But nobody came. Instead, I started to hear the sounds of the springs in the bed in the next room, followed by the sound of giggling, and then moaning. I heard a male voice too, and then the springs really started to be tested. My pussy tensed up as I overheard what was clearly some very energetic fucking, the two girls seemingly joined by a guy who was taking turns to pound each of them, their voices distinct as they got their turn. It was hard to deny my jealousy as they collectively pleasured one-another. I wanted to be the source of pleasure for Abigail, and I desperately wanted to see her without her tight-fitting clothing on. It was torturous not even to be able to watch. My mind had way too much work to do to fill in the details. But just hearing her yelling out in pleasure left me dripping. I forgot that my ass was being stretched out whilst I awkwardly lay there, and that the rest of my bottom was covered in welts and red markings from the tools she’d used on me.

It was easily an hour before that particular torment drew to a close, the noises fading away. Eventually, Abigail returned to the room and closed the door behind her. Her attire was clearly somewhat skewered, and her blouse was open by a few buttons at the top, but she somehow glowed with a deeper sexiness than even before. Without further delay she pulled the massive cock out of my ass in one long effort, my asshole agape somewhat as it finally lurched all the way out. She then placed the strap-on harness back on, and selected another dildo to be added to the connection point. This one was bigger and chunkier, and definitely longer. She noticed that her buttons were undone and quickly corrected this-- as if I didn’t deserve to see even a hint of her bare breasts.

“OK, plaything, let’s get back to ruining your asshole.”

It wasn’t to be the last upgrade that day, either. She was true to her words, and really did encourage me to stretch my ass to take every last inch of whatever cock she selected to go up there. I was expected to make the effort to work it inside, and she kept me edged and compliant throughout, so I effectively ended up torturing myself-- the overwhelming desire leaving me unable to resist her harsh instructions, and the shocks just keeping me even more focused on the goals she provided to me.

It had somehow become the evening when she finally yanked out the biggest of her cocks, no longer anything but rough with my backside. I was covered in redness all over my tender bottom, but my pussy was just as juicy as it had been at the start of the session.

“If you look up there,” Abigail pointed at the mirror mounted on the ceiling, “you can even see how much more stretched out you are, can’t you, plaything? I think you did a very good job for your princess.”

I had to admit that my ass did look decidedly elongated even from my limited point of view. I definitely felt the soreness and the notable absence left by the last cocks’ removal. Without another word she rose to her feet and left me in that most compromising of positions, grabbed her jacket from the wall hook and simply opened the door to leave. I heard a lock click and receding footsteps, and then I was alone.

I woke to the sound of the door being swung open, and my eyes flickered open to witness Princess Abigail once more slipping off her jacket to reveal a very similar and extremely form-fitting outfit. Sunshine fluttered into the room and I came to realise that it must be the morning. I hadn’t spent the night in the box for a change-- but I had spent it in this contorted and tightly-restrained orientation; Abigail's unpleasant handiwork very much on display. She wasted absolutely no time in stepping into the harness and finding a yet larger dildo to attach to it. I was barely awake as she began nudging the tip against my ass.

“Good morning, plaything. Let’s continue, shall we?”

A few shocks with the cattle prod woke me to sudden readiness and had me force myself down onto it, my ass worryingly yielding without great effort. I had managed to get it all in and was now being cruelly instructed to keep fucking it whilst Rebecca entered the room pushing a little meal cart apparatus. I tore me eyes away from Abigail’s visage long enough to notice the two bowls that sat on the cart as she parked it nearby. Oh, fuck-- it was breakfast. Rebecca lingered long enough to unlock the muzzle gag and guide the enormous penis out of my throat. She left it pointedly on the cart next to the bowls-- suggesting it would be re-applied as soon I was done, then wordlessly turned and walked back out the way she had come. Their collective behaviour towards me was almost clinical in it’s casual disinterest.

“Your owner has left me in charge of feeding you today. I think you’re going to guzzle it right down for your princess, aren’t you?”

She picked up the full bowl of spunk with both hands and started to manoeuvre it over to where my head was trapped between my legs. It was clearly a little heavy for her, and she placed it to my lips with some small difficulty, trace amounts of filth already scattering across my face.

“OK, plaything, impress me with your cum eating skills.”

She started to tip the bowl forwards and my mouth was forced to accept it, gulping as load after load started to feed into it. She kept going, lightening the burden on her own arms as it started to deplete. I struggled against the need to retch, but she didn’t relent, the thick stream of spoilt cum never seeming to end.

“I never said stop fucking my cock, did I?”

I tried to remember to push against her strap-on as she kept pouring in the foul substance. It took effort to accept it at the rate she demanded, constantly swallowing and accepting more. It took probably five minutes to reach the bottom, and even then she continued to scoop up the last of it with a spoon and feed me the remainder. I couldn’t quite believe that I was going to be expected to devour a full bowl of this filth every single day-- it was such a grotesque and fucked-up task. And of course I wasn’t finished. The half-full bowl of piss came next, poured into my mouth with the same cold disregard for my ability to swallow fast enough. Abigail laughed as the bowls were finally emptied out. I hated that I’d humiliated myself so deeply in front of her. I wanted her to desire me, and that was quite clearly impossible with how easily I gave up everything for her. I literally was just her plaything, and she didn’t regard me in any other manner. Rebecca had provided her with real mutual pleasure, and I recalled the feelings of jealousy that I still felt knowing that I was nothing more than a work obligation in comparison. But still I couldn’t fight my exhilaration as she leant in close to reapply the muzzle gag, her body tantalisingly close to my own whilst she secured it back in place.

Abigail continued to assault my ass with her huge toys and edge my pussy repeatedly for the rest of the morning. A new addition came from her realising that I couldn’t breathe through my mouth-- so she would occasionally lean over just enough to pinch my nose tight with her fingers and encourage me to fuck myself harder whilst struggling for a breath. This was something she clearly enjoyed doing, making me go longer and longer and urging me to fuck harder and harder. She then left me with the latest cock still firmly wedged inside whilst she once more savoured the delight of Rebecca and her partner in the main bedroom next door. I listened to their moans and cries of pleasure, my ass sore in every conceivable manner, lusting to be involved in their group love-making. Abigail finally returned with a big smile on her face and got straight back to business.

Sometime in the afternoon, Rebecca returned and finally released my restraints. Abigail stood off to one side as she helped me bring my legs back down to their more usual position. Everything hurt in some form down below-- the constant cacophony of pleasure and pain had worn me down and left me feeling deflated. I instantly knew that they weren’t going to just let me rest even after all of that.

“You’ve just been lay down all day, Naughty, so I think you need some exercise.” She went to collect something that she’d brought in with her, then placed the flimsy maid outfit that she’d brought onto the bed besides me. “I think it’s time for you to clean the house again. Alfred will be with us shortly.”

I was back in the box that night, almost grateful to be allowed a break from their combined cruelty. I had somehow found the resolve to get through the cleaning shift, Alfred caning my already-sore bottom whenever I tried to slow my pace. When the fancy took him he would pin me against whatever I presently scrubbing away at and push his member deep into my freshly-stretched and frankly worn out asshole, pounding away at it with little regard for my obvious discomfort. My ass would then shamefully leak with his ejaculate, and I’d be directed to clean that up too.

The next few days fell into a rhythm of Rebecca overseeing the timed breakfast on the carpet just outside the cupboard, then finding myself crawling over to the spare bedroom and being restrained on the bed as before-- where Abigail would continue to torment my ass. Their daily love-making continued to taunt me as I waited for Abigail to return and channel her satisfaction into further abusing my holes, and soon enough I’d be back in the box for the night-- the cycling golden showers making sure that my day ended on a resolute low point. I tried not to notice how agape my ass always was after Abigails handiwork. Just picturing her in my mind almost made me feel giddy-- the irresistible combination of a diminutive package combined with such excitable cruelty was too much to bare, so denying her instructions felt fundamentally unfeasible.

After probably a week of this gruelling cycle, something finally did change. And it wasn’t at all what I could have expected. Coming out of the box after a night in isolation, my body aching somewhat as I crawled out of the cupboard and already dreading the inevitably disgusting breakfast. I absent-mindedly wondered what delicacy she’d added to the dog food this morning, but was suddenly startled to see that Abigail was down on the floor in the usual breakfast spot, the bowls presented in front of her-- collared and leashed but otherwise dressed in the smart office attire she usually wore. She looked at me as I crawled over without the customary excitement shining in her eyes. Her long hair had been pulled back into a sleek high ponytail so that her face was markedly unobscured-- I could clearly see she wasn’t smiling at all today.

“OK, Naughty-- today, Abi’s going to be sampling your usual breakfast feast. I want you to motivate her.” She pulled me around behind Abigail’s position, both of us on hands and knees. I sat up somewhat once I was behind her, my weight landing on my own feet, accepting the long thin object that Rebecca offered to me. She then reached behind my head and unsecured the muzzle gag, letting the penis be guided out of my throat with a small gasp in response.

“Beg to cane Abigail’s bottom as hard as you can until she has eaten every little drop of her breakfast.”

She reached down and took Abigail’s skirt up so that her bottom was presented more clearly and unobscured. She had on the most sexy little hot pink panties I’d ever seen, gloriously lacy and exquisite, buried in her crotch between two wondrously pert cheeks. I desperately didn’t want to ruin the beauty of the current image before me, even as I begged to do the absolute opposite. It felt like a crime to inflict deep red and painful welts across this most perfect of derrieres.

“Please can I cane Abigail’s ass whilst she eats everything up! Please can I! Pretty please!”

“OK, Naughty,” Rebecca smiled at us, “you can cane her. Let’s get Abi started.”

Almost instantly I lashed out and swung the cane against her bare flesh. She yelped, clearly feeling the brunt of it, her ass quivering as the line cut across it. The first one didn’t get her eating, though, and several more landed across her butt before she managed to nudge her mouth down to the pile of dog food strewn into the carpet. I should’ve delighted in the opportunity to punish her after all she’d punished me, but I didn’t feel that at all. I should’ve also rejoiced that I didn’t have to eat all of that filth for a change, and that now someone else would have to endure it instead. But watching her force herself to eat from the disgusting pile-- clearly containing some kind of hair as well-- just made me feel terrible. And I kept caning her ass as hard as I could regardless. Rebecca moved over to the bed nearby and placed herself down on the edge. Something felt really wrong about me being the one to inflict the pain on someone else, I had somehow got so used to it being the other way around.

“Make sure to be thorough, Abi, you don’t get to finish until every last bite is gone.”

Her cute little tongue was trying to work into the carpet to hunt down every last morsel, but she was clearly struggling with it, her face contorted in revulsion. I completely understood and emphasised with her, but instead I just kept striking her ass with the cane to keep her working at it. She eventually moved onto the bowl of cum, initially reluctant to start. I knew the first lick was the hardest by far. More welts appeared on her bottom, dozens of lines criss-crossing her cheeks now, that firm bottom immaculate no more. She reached down and started to taste it-- hating it, then forcing herself to continue. She had fed me an entire bowl of this filth with nothing but delight on her face, and now she got to understand how difficult a task that could be. I really should’ve been relishing this twisted reversal of fate, but somehow I felt only sympathy for her. I wondered if I would’ve been this understanding if Abigail wasn’t just the hottest little thing that I’d positively been lusting after all week long.

She reluctantly got on with her task as the caning continued, though I knew the pain was getting too much for her: her entire lower body visibly shaking with the effort of taking further strikes. She was whimpering into the bowl as she tried to lap it up. I wanted to comfort her but all I could be in that moment was her tormentor, and I felt no pleasure in any of it. After an agonising amount of time she licked the last of the filth out of the bowl and forced herself over to the next bowl. She begrudgingly continued to lap away at this next bowl of filth, Rebecca’s collected piss now coating her mouth as she worked her way through it. Rebecca had actually left by this point, content to let me administer enough discipline to ensure that Abi would have no real choice but to finish the job. When she finally finished licking the urine bowl clean, Abi just raised her face and didn’t really know what to do next. Mercifully, at least, I stopped being driven to cane her, and Rebecca eventually returned to see that everything had been consumed as intended.

“Good girls! Hold on a second, I’ve got a super special treat for one of you.”

She sauntered off leaving the two of us alone for a moment. I tried to catch Abi’s gaze but she was too ashamed to find any solace there. Her bottom was clearly burning from the incessant lashing, and I knew she would be fighting so hard not to throw up. Rebecca walked back into the room with a new bowl. The smell reached us first, neither of us confused by what the bowl most likely contained. She placed it down in front of us and then the fear really settled in. She really could make either of us eat this-- she’d held back until now, but this really was the most disgusting thing you could expect someone to put in their mouth. I was terrified by the prospect.

She let us take in this possibility for a while, the bowl of brown filth lingering very much in sight next to the previously-emptied bowls. Rebecca looked down at me.

“You get to decide who eats it, Naughty. Will it be yourself, or will it be Abi?” She grinned as I looked up at her, not really believing that I could genuinely get out of doing this, “If you choose yourself just go right ahead. Otherwise I’ll assume you’re choosing Abi.”

Abigail was definitely looking at me now, her eyes wide and pleading. I could do this for her, and she would finally see me and know that I had done something worthy of her praise. It was kind of an intimate moment, thunderously overshadowed by the incredulity of what was being asked of us. I couldn’t eat that, I knew I couldn’t. I could barely tolerate the smell. And there was so much of it. I hated that I couldn’t do this for her, but I didn’t move towards the bowl. I couldn’t.

“I think you’ve chosen Abi, haven’t you, Naughty?” She casually picked up the bowl and Abigail’s leash handle, and Abigail whimpered to herself. “Come along, Abi, you’re such a lucky girl. Let’s go to the bathroom just in case you’re very messy-- I don’t want that on my carpet.”

Rebecca led Abigail across to the bathroom on all fours, and the door closed shut behind them. I could only wait pensively as the deed was being completed behind the bathroom door. There really was no further degradation that could top such an act, and I knew that Rebecca could so easily have made me do it instead. She could still force it on me in the future, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it-- the thought of that was truly terrifying. But I had caved so easily in my one opportunity to show Abigail what I was willing to do for her. Nobody would’ve been willing to do that. They were in there for a long time, and I couldn’t hear anything at all. I hoped Rebecca wasn’t making it more disturbing than it already needed to be-- like, at least let her finish it quickly-- and don’t make her lick the fucking bowl clean afterwards.

I was startled back to reality as the door unlocked, and Rebecca ushered a crawling Abigail back into the bedroom. I tried to gauge her expression after having gone through that, but she just looked blank and uncaring. She didn’t look at me, and that was kind of a relief, because it was me who had put her in that position after all. I definitely felt the guilt. All of her usual confidence seemed to have faded from her body, leaving something else entirely in its stead. Rebecca callously showed me the emptied bowl-- it was absolutely spotless. My stomach turned and I hadn’t even gone near it, let alone been forced to shovel it into my mouth.

“Wasn’t she a good girl.” she taunted us both, before adding my own leash handle to her hand and drawing both of us up onto the bed. “Okay, girls, up you get. I think Naughty needs to make it up to Abi after choosing her.”

Rebecca arranged Abigail so that she was lay on the bed, her head comfortably supported by a thick pillow, with her legs parted just enough to leave her skirt forced up around her waist. I was guided into a low kneeling position between her legs. She turned to me.

“Beg to furiously lick Abi’s pussy until I tell you to stop.”

I looked down at Abigail with something akin to excitement despite everything. I didn’t need to be forced to do that, I would gladly lick her pussy and give her whatever pleasure I could. I knew I was good at pleasing Rebecca, so I knew I’d probably be good at satisfying her too. But I’d been told to beg, and beg I did. She waited until I was truly hungry for it.

“Okay, Naughty, pull her panties aside and lick that pussy for all you’re worth.”

I lunged downwards, eager to comply. Her slit was perfectly shaped, tidy in every way, and came complete with a clitoris piercing to boot. I savoured the taste of her on my tongue. Rebecca reached between my own legs and started to finger my cunt as I frantically started to lick Abigail’s. I looked up at her with increasingly excited eyes, Rebecca urging me onwards, arousal setting in. I desperately wanted to cheer Abigail up, and I knew my tongue could help. Rebecca’s hand was withdrawn, clearly feeling I was horny enough for now. I was dripping wet, but Abigail’s was curiously unresponsive. Her face was watching me as I went to town on her extremely pretty pussy, but she didn’t seem excited at all. She looked over at Rebecca with something akin to confusion.

“I’ll be back in half an hour, girls. Keep at it.”

Squirming with my own modest excitement, I licked and licked but Abigail seemed completely numb to my efforts. My tongue just wasn’t doing anything for her at all. I started to feel the awkwardness as time went on, my best efforts falling far short of the goal. Rebecca would’ve had multiple orgasms by this point, and her wetness would be plastered all over my face as a result. Even tonguing her clitoris and playfully tugging her clit piercing produced nothing but a very stunned face looking down at me. The half an hour dragged on and on, despairing that nothing I did made any difference. I felt like I was just torturing her all over again.

Rebecca returned as promised, laughing to herself as she saw our predicament.

“Sorry, I probably should’ve mentioned that Abi’s pussy only responds to me. Nothing-- and more crucially-- nobody else can excite that cute little hole.”

As if to illustrate this point, she climbed onto the bed and nudged me aside somewhat. She reached down and let her tongue glide gently along her slit. Abigail instantly reacted, eyes wide, her breathing clearly quickened. Rebecca continued licking and Abigail couldn’t help herself, letting out a series of sighs that coincided with the tongue flicking her pierced clit. Her wetness quickly became apparent as Rebecca pulled away again and let Abigail’s panties slide back into place. Rebecca slid back off the bed and gestured in my direction.

“Be a good girl, Naughty, and pull off Abi’s panties with only your teeth. Then put them on yourself.”

Perhaps spurned on my enforced horniness, but perhaps just relishing the perverted intimacy that would offer me, I leant in to tug on her panties from the waistline. I was gentle, but Rebecca had started to fondle my clit with her fingers again, dialling up my arousal as I tried to focus. They came down to her thighs with several tugs, and then the rest was easy. Rebecca stopped fingering me, knowing that I was throbbing with desire now-- a craving that wouldn’t pass until she next snapped her fingers. Abigail too seemed just as horny as Rebecca had left her, the dampness evident on the panties that my teeth finally dragged down around her feet. Taking my prize in hand I quickly fed them over my skyscraper heels and up my bare legs. There was definitely a certain immoral satisfaction as Abigail’s panties finally slipped into place around my own crotch-- our pussy juices merging together.

“Now, get on top of her.”

OK, that I really didn’t mind at all. Rebecca led me up over Abigail’s prone form until my body rested on top of hers, our faces forced to tilt slightly away from one-another in the close intimacy of the position. Rebecca reached down to my neck, and I registered that my collar was being affixed to Abigail’s collar, pulled tightly together so that we were forced to stay locked in that closeness. She then moved behind us, and I felt something clip on to the front of my underwear. My crotch was pulled down close to Abigail’s, and then I was left unable to pull away from either end.

“Try not to move too much, Naughty, your panties are attached to Abi’s clitoral ring.”

This was a very arousing position, I didn’t mind that we were connected to each other at all. Moments later I felt something hard land against my bottom, and I reacted as anyone would, jerking sharply as the impact hit. Abigail let out a shriek right in front of me-- my movement had led me to involuntarily yank on her clit ring. I was powerless to prevent it as Rebecca paddled me again, leaving Abigail screeching in pain next to me. There wasn’t enough give in whatever was connecting us down there, and she got her clit yanked on with each hard smack-- my own reflexive discomfort transmitted directly down to Abigail’s stretched clitoris. Rebecca reached into my panties with her tender fingers and dialled up my arousal just a little more. I couldn’t help thrusting my hips somewhat as the heightened state of horniness overtook me, even though I knew that probably would pull on Abigail’s clit as well.

“Wouldn’t this be much more fun if you had a clit ring too, Naughty? Then we could just lock them both together, and you could yank on each other’s clit all you wanted.”

As it was I really couldn’t tell when I was tugging on Abigail’s clit ring. Well, apart from the fact that she very vocally let me know when it was already too late to prevent it. The harsh smacking continued for a while, ensuring Abigail’s poor cunt got pulled about just as harshly. There was a break in the barrage, and I tried to get Abigail to meet my gaze. I wanted to feel her lips against my own. I was too horny to help myself, and I tried to nuzzle against her neck, craving the intimacy. She wasn’t particularly responsive to my efforts, which left me feeling a little deflated.

After a minute or two, I felt something pressing against my ass, and I quickly recognised the feeling of the massive strap-on dildo that Abigail had previously forced me to accept. It seemed that Rebecca was now penetrating me with it from behind, pushing herself inside. The movement left me unable to maintain my position and Abigail got to feel the same stretch that I did-- the massive cock pushing me horizontally upwards, anal muscles involuntarily trying to reject this monstrous object. The extension was really testing Abigail’s resolve too, her strained expression telling me that the clit ring was being pulled tightly, locked in tension as my ass continued to try and accept what was being thrust into it. She finally forced the entire length inside, her waist landing against my bottom. I managed to settle myself back onto it to finally ease Abigail’s suffering.

But then the ass fucking really started, and poor Abigail didn’t stand a chance. Every thrust pulled on her clit with a sharp yank-- Rebecca choosing to be quite rough with my bottom, sending every piston-like movement to the clit I was attached to. Abigail practically squealed beneath me as the fucking continued, unable to find even pitiful comfort from my offered lips. I felt especially bad that I was so incredibly horny whilst she endured such anguish.

Rebecca did relent eventually, pulling out the massive cock and smacking it against my butt cheeks as a final flourish of sorts. She reached down to unclip the clit ring, and then the two collars in turn, pulling me away from Abigail and back onto the floor. I couldn’t see particularly well, but Rebecca then moved in between her legs and-- from the sounds that I next heard-- seemed to be licking Abigail’s tortured clit again. She wasn’t immediately accepting of Rebecca’s tongue, but then she quickly got lost in the provided pleasure, her clit clearly very sensitive and in dire need of soothing at this point. Rebecca waited until Abigail was clearly hovering on the edge of orgasm before pulling away and drawing her up off the bed.

“Just so it’s clear, neither of you are going to lose your current level of arousal until I next snap my fingers. Even if that’s a week or a month from now-- or whenever, really. Now,” she prompted, casually unclipping Abigail’s leash from her collar, “if I clip this end of the leash down here instead,” she moved the fastening down to Abigail’s throbbing clit ring, “I can demonstrate the complete ownership over Abi that the holder of the leash gets to enjoy.”

The leash was affixed directly to her clit ring, and Rebecca gave her a sharp yank to emphasise that it wouldn’t come off. Abigail yelped, clearly not welcoming being pulled around by her pussy.

“And I mean it-- in a sense, Abi is now a slave to her own cunt. Whoever holds this leash can get her to do anything they want. And I mean anything-- consciously or subconsciously, wherever that might apply. Unlimited control, perfect obedience.”

Abigail could only really look up at Rebecca with a haunted expression. Rebecca was being relentless in her description of what this would mean for her. A demonstration felt inevitable. She gave Abigail’s clit a little tug.

“Slap yourself, Abi.”

She instantly obeyed, grunting with the effort and the sudden pain.

“Keep slapping yourself until I tell you to stop.” Again, a nudge on the clit ring.

Abigail dove straight into complying, her left hand smacking the side of her face as her mouth grimaced and her eyes started to water.

“Harder,” Rebecca teased, her eyes locked on Abigail’s own as she watched on with pleasure. Abigail smacked her face even harder, and repeatedly, cheeks reddening. She was powerless to stop it.

“OK, that’s enough, Abi. Squirt your pussy on your hand and rub it all over your face afterwards.”

Again, instant compliance. She reached down and her pussy just obliged without fanfare, squirting all over the presented hand. When her hand was spattered in her ejaculate she reached up and spread her palm around her face, covering herself with her own gunk.

Rebecca reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a heavy-duty electric razor, and absently reached for a mirror.

“You have beautiful hair, Abi. I’m sure that took a very long time to grow out, but now I want you to shave it all off for me. A buzz cut will suffice, though.”

She took the offered tool and was clearly dismayed by this new instruction. I was shocked to watch her reach up and get started straight away. She really did have the most delicious hair-- this was too cruel. Rebecca moved towards me whilst I sat there so transfixed, picking something up from the floor as she did so.

“I’m done with your mouth for now, Naughty.”

The muzzle gag found its way into my throat. Long strands of Abigail’s hair collapsed in heaps on the bedroom floor. She locked the gag in place, and then I found that darkness enveloped me-- the blindfold effortlessly positioned to deny me the sight of this continuing spectacle. She continued with the sensory deprivation apparatus, forcing my hands into the padded mitts and locking each around my wrists in turn. I could still hear the electric razor working to ruin what remained of Abigail’s majestic locks. I told myself that she could at least re-grow her hair. It wasn’t permanent.

“Up you get, Naughty.”

I felt something I hadn’t felt for some time-- the chastity belt was being fed over each foot and up my legs. As it began to approach my crotch I could tell that something was definitely a little different, since it now seemed to have a considerable penis attachment on the inside of the belt that was guided gently into my soaking cunt as the rest of the belt found it’s way upwards. This too was locked in place snugly, the dildo holding my cunt open and encouraging my wetness. I anticipated a shock from the belt once it detected my surging arousal but no such shocks came. I could still feel the coolness of the air around my anus and suspected there was still the usual cutout around my ass, so that was unchanged at least. Adding on the two locks used to keep my torturously high heels locked around my ankles, there was something like seven padlocks now adorning my body.

By now the sound of the razor was gone, and I had to presume that Abigail had completed her task. She was so beautiful with her princess-length hair-- I hated to have to think of her without that. I couldn’t see either way, though.

“Strip for me, Abi.” Rebecca continued to instruct her.

I had to try and imagine her in all her divine nakedness in front of me as this command too was no doubt obeyed. I felt Rebecca come close to my ear, her words almost a whisper.

“I get to see her naked, you don’t. I get to pleasure her, you don’t.”

After another minute or so, Rebecca led both of us away from the bedroom. I wasn’t certain, but I thought we ended up in the spare bedroom-- me pulled along by my collar, whilst Abigail was no doubt being yanked along by her pussy.

“OK, Naughty, she’s all yours for the next hour.” I felt Abigail’s leash handle be fed up around one of my mitts, left looped around the top of my wrist. “You can do whatever you like with her. She’s over on the bed, completely naked and very wet.”

I felt my leash being unclipped from the collar, and the next thing I heard was the door to the room swinging shut, presumably after Rebecca had left. A lock clicked into place. I was still standing somewhere in the room, though Abigail’s leash suggested the general direction of the bed from where I was. But I couldn’t see a thing. I couldn’t make even an intelligible sound around the girth of the cock in my mouth. And I couldn’t even feel my hands as they attempted to open and close, fingers next to useless within the inflexible thick padding. This was really mean! She obviously knew that I couldn’t do anything with Abigail whilst equipped in all of this bondage fetish attire. And she would be watching me from the bed right now, probably not knowing what to think of this particular situation. At least Rebecca couldn’t torment her for the next hour.

But of course this wasn’t really my Princess Abigail. She had been completely domineering and mean beyond measure, and her extreme confidence had kept me on edge in more ways than one. This version of Abigail had done little more than whimper pathetically and wince in pain so far. And now she didn’t even have the Princesses’ sensationally long hair. I still yearned to see her in all her stunning nakedness, but it was quickly dawning on me that this wasn’t really the same girl that I had been lusting for. This was just another of Rebecca’s playthings. I felt kinship more than attraction. I felt sorry for her.

I managed to stagger over to the bed and sit myself down. I was aware of her close presence, but I couldn’t reach out and touch her. I tried to lie down next to her-- awkwardly, since the use of my hands was so difficult. I felt her bare skin against my own in several places, and the gentle movement of her breathing-- and that was to be the sum total of the available intimacy. I think I managed to sleep.

An hour eventually passed, and the door was swung open. I still couldn’t see a thing but someone came over and hustled me up off the bed and back onto the painful heels. I was still ‘holding’ Abigail’s leash, and I thought she was still lying back on the bed.

I was placed face-first against one of the walls, and there was definitely a man behind me, his hands large and rough as he positioned me.

“It turns out,” I heard Rebecca say from somewhere off near the doorway, “that Abi has been a proper little cock-tease for the last few years. She was a very mean dominatrix, and left a lot of guys hanging whenever she felt like it. She had a real knack for tricking men into chastity cages and not letting them out at all, isn’t that right, Abi? Can you believe she had nearly 30 men all locked up for her, encouraging them to spend and worship her and getting absolutely nothing in return.”

“Well,” Rebecca sniggered, “let’s just say that I’ve set them all free. And I’ve invited them to come here and, well, get themselves a little gratification. They know that the holder of the leash get’s complete control of Abi, and I’m sure they have a few ideas of what they’d like her to do. I’ve also given them the remote control for Naughty’s belt, so she doesn’t have to feel left out. I think I’ll see you girls in the morning for breakfast.”

And just like that, all I could hear were numerous male voices and footfalls. The door was sealed shut again. The man behind me pressed his bulging shaft against one side of my bottom. Someone had obviously triggered something because the cock wedged firmly inside my cunt started to vibrate. I was already horny and this new distraction was maddening.

“Give me Abi’s leash.” someone grunted from my right. I tried to fold my arm across my belly to prevent her leash being pulled off my wrist, but these men were clearly going to be able to overpower me if they wanted to. I got a distinctly penetrating shock that arced throughout my pussy for my efforts.

“Yeah, the dildo can shock your filthy cunt as well. Give us the leash or you keep getting shocks.”

Another shock deep inside and throughout my pussy forced my arm away from my chest, extending it out so that they could hungrily feed her leash from my arm.

“Thank you.” They turned the dildos vibrations right up in some kind of mock gratitude. I didn’t know if they knew that I wouldn’t be able to orgasm regardless. The man behind me kept rubbing his now-exposed shaft across my bare cheek, my body still pressed firmly into the wall. I could hear Abigail making some frantic noises as the creaking bed suggested she was surrounded by men who could reach out and touch her all they wanted.

“Bark like a dog, Abigail.” one of the men called out, presumably whilst brandishing her clit leash.

She did bark. Once the men had a taste of what she would do they felt the need to test her boundaries. They made her beg and plead to be played with. They made her wet herself. They made her smack her own ass as hard as she could whilst she held her breath for increasing amounts of time. There were a lot of men present and they all had plenty of highly perverted notions about what they would do when given a completely subservient subject like her.

It was around this time that someone realised that the opening around my ass was plenty big enough and shoved his cock inside my gaping anus. I was banged roughly up against the wall, every hole now completely filled with cock. From that point onwards they lined up to take turns with my ass, some just warming themselves up, others ramming away until they came all the way inside, grunting furiously behind me. Abigail was getting far more than her share, though, and I could tell by her muffled cries, and the moans of the men around her, that she was probably being taken in all her holes at once. Abigail was definitely getting gang-banged on the bed whilst they ran a train on my ass. Occasionally they would give her a humiliating instruction while she got fucked. At some point they discovered that they could simply tell her to cum and she would. And so she was tortured by multiple orgasms, over and over, with little delay between them, grunting with the effort around whatever cock was currently in her mouth.

They’d started randomly shocking my pussy just because they knew they could. I started to feel a sensation that I hadn’t felt in a while-- the constant use pushing me into shameful territory. I could only listen on as Abigail got played with and humiliated herself for their entertainment. I had been kept on the edge of orgasm for hours and was so crammed full of cock that I couldn’t think straight. Frequent smacks to my bottom, constant vibrations in my cunt and the haphazard deep pussy shocks were sliding me quickly towards a pitiful shame-gasm. They didn’t stop hammering into my stretched asshole as it finally hit me, legs quivering in anticipation. They thought I was cumming, but the reality was far more strained, my cunt throbbing from the intense shocks, the sharp pain to my most sensitive of areas overwhelming me. Muffled panting barely escaped around the muzzle gag, and I already felt like my body was being pushed right back to that tormenting edge once again. One after another the twisted shame-gasm’s coursed throughout my body, everything overloaded, my limited senses fried. I couldn’t help it any more; couldn’t stop my body being wracked by the throbbing pain emanating from my crotch, every part of me shaking with the effort. At least Abigail was being tortured with incessant pleasure while they fucked her. My predicament felt somewhat worse. The more I heard her cry out in sudden pleasure from enforced orgasms the less sorry I felt for her. I wanted them to stop giving her that satisfaction. I wanted her to experience the same torment that I was. It was almost unfair.

I lost track of how long the men had their way with us, but seemingly we were played with throughout the entire night, because at some point Rebecca arrived and announced that it was breakfast time. The men seemed to know that this was the endpoint of their fun and filtered out of the room without further regard for either of us. I had no idea what state Abigail was probably in, but I had been hammered against the wall for so long that I was just a mess below the waist. My feet really hurt from standing in the skyscraper heels for the entire time, and I’d lost all feeling in my hands, numbed as they were in the padded mitts. I’d lost track of how many times they’d cum up my ass, and there was just a disturbing amount of filth all around the edges of the belt-- whether originating from them or myself. The vibe was still running in my cunt, and I was still perched right on the edge of orgasm-- just as Rebecca had left me. And now I would have to somehow stomach breakfast as well.

A few minutes passed and then Rebecca finally removed my blindfold. I blinked, trying to adapt to the sunlight streaming into the room through the only window. My muzzle gag was also unfastened and the cock that had been forcing my mouth open for so long was finally funnelled out of my throat. The room was largely empty except for the bed, which was itself in state. Abigail was sat on the edge of it, dressed in loose-fitting pink pyjamas. She barely looked like the same person without her flowing hair. She didn’t look someone who had just been gang-banged all night, clad in her comfy-looking outfit-- though her face was certainly flushed. A hole had been cut out around her crotch and her leash was still clipped onto her clit ring.

Rebecca gestured to a little pink potty that had been placed on the floor between us.

“You first, Abi. Squat on the potty and do your business.”

She was holding Abigail’s leash so it wasn’t a suggestion. Somehow she stooped over the potty and positioned the hole in her pyjama bottoms with the bowl below. Within moments she did indeed do the requested business, lifting herself off and moving back to the bed at Rebecca’s direction.

“OK, Naughty, your turn.”

She pulled me over and I looked at her, questioning what this was supposed to be all about. The smell was pretty foul, but I managed to stoop low until I was perched on the plastic container. I felt ridiculous, and seriously doubted I’d be able to go whilst they were both present and watching. Rebecca leaned in close.

“I know you think you can’t go, but you were potty trained a while ago-- and after the Princess helped weaken your rear sphincter muscles, you’ve always been a very good girl. You just don’t remember it because I didn’t let you. I own you, remember, and so obviously I get to decide when you do and don’t poop.”

I looked at her with wide eyes, not quite believing this could be possible. But I didn’t recall going to the bathroom-- not since I’d been placed in the box, at any rate. When was the last time I’d even been?

“Now, be a good girl and poop for me.”

I instantly released myself into the potty. She genuinely had potty trained me. There was something so fundamentally wrong with that-- I was an adult! But now I didn’t even have control of my own bathroom cycles. She lifted my head by the chin, making me look at her.

“Well done, Naughty. Be a good girl and poop again for me.”

And I did, almost instantly. The control felt so absolute. She had literally trained my bowels.

“That’ll do for now. Your potty times will be scheduled from now on. And if you’re a bad girl then I can take away potty time.”

She pulled me up off the pot, and I tried not to look at whatever had been deposited there, a sizeable mixture of both of our defecations. The smell was foul enough without having to see it.

“I’ll be right back, girls.”

She left us with the filled potty in front of us both, faces screwed up in disgust. She returned with the meal tray on wheels, filled with bowls. She slowly placed them down in front of us, each of us being served the same selections. The dog food was real dog food from a tin-- some meaty-jelly substance that looked disgusting simply because the brain knew without a doubt that it was dog food. But at least it was in a bowl this time. Following this there was not one, but two, full bowls of cum for each of us. Instead of a urine bowl, she instead tipped the golden liquid from a beaker into the dog food bowl for each of us, topping it up with the vile fluid before our eyes. The potty was left perilously close to our collective meals, the smell unavoidable from our positions on the floor.

“OK, girls. I know it’s a lot of cum this morning, but I believe in you. I think you’re going to surprise even yourselves today.”

I caught Abigail’s glance from directly across from me, our bowls placed in rows before us.

“Especially because whoever finishes eating their breakfast last has to clean the potty.”

We both looked at her incredulously. Yes, we both understood what she meant by ‘cleaning’ the potty. This was monstrous. There was no way I was going to do that. I had to win. I could tell Abigail was similarly shocked by the prospect, though she’d already done something similar. I recalled her broken she’d looked afterwards, I refused to put myself in that position if I could avoid it. I was sufficiently motivated. This level of filth was nothing compared to what she was dangling over us.

“Ready, girls? Go.”

We both dived into the dog food bowls, scrambling to gobble it down as fast as we could. Rebecca sat to one side, with a good view of both of us eating away. She tugged on Abigail’s clit ring.

“Cum, Abi.”

Her body visibly shook whilst she continued to feast, a low moan fast-suppressed by the next bite.

“Cum every five seconds until I tell you to stop.”

I was distracted as Abigail continued to yelp and shake with each oncoming orgasm. She didn’t let the incessant climaxes slow her pace, though, and I tried to refocus my efforts. She might even be winning. The meaty dog food was predictably foul, but the added urine really made everything beyond disgusting-- a mushy smelly concoction that was almost as bad as the cum soon would be.

Abigail was licking the first bowl clean, still putting up with the routine orgasms. I still had a bit left. Rebecca was holding a small remote of some kind. She turned to focus on me.

“You have your own means of satisfaction, don’t you, Naughty?”

She pressed a button. The dildo shocked my cunt again. More than once; she kept pressing the button, triggering completely unavoidable shocks to my crotch.

“Abi gets to cum whilst you just get zapped. It’s not very fair, is it?”

I was getting started on the first bowl of cum, lapping away at it furiously. Abigail was definitely in the lead. I was terrified of what was starting to feel like an inevitability. The shocks were definitely a big distraction, whilst Abigail was barely inconvenienced by the pleasure that kept rippling throughout her body.

“Oh, poor Naughty-- are you falling behind?” She yanked on Abigail’s clit ring again. “Stop eating, Abi.”

She did-- I couldn’t believe my luck. I tried to increase my pace sensing that I had a chance once more. Rebecca could just as swiftly change her mind.

“If you want to keep eating, Abi, I’ll let you beg for it.”

Abigail wasn’t being commanded to do so, but she almost sounded like she had been when she started to reply.

“Please let me continue, Mistress! Please let me eat all that cum!”

“What if I tell you girls that,” and Rebecca paused for a moment, “well, I might have already added something special to that first bowl of cum you’re both so eager to devour. Neither of you seem that bothered that you’re already eating it in a very mushed up form.”

I instantly stopped what I was doing. Abigail ceased begging. Was she lying? I genuinely hadn’t noticed any difference. It couldn’t be that easy to hide, surely?

“Not going to beg, Abi?”

She seemed taken aback by this development.

“Please can I eat it again,” she managed without much in the way of enthusiasm this time around.

“Yes, you may.”

She leaned down, but was definitely reluctant to start lapping at it. I forced my tongue to try it again, my thoughts completely against me now. Even if I couldn’t taste it, it could definitely be there. I could have been eating it for days, and she was only now choosing to torture me with the idea. I forced myself to continue, and Abigail tentatively did the same, both of us feeling disgusted with ourselves, but both still desperate to win.

Rebecca shocked my cunt again. And again. The vibe was up high. I was held on the precipice of orgasm even now. Another shock. The thought that I might already be eating her waste just wouldn’t go away. Shocked again. The rancid smell of the potty nearby made sure we couldn’t forget what was in stake if we lost. Oh fuck-- she was going to make me shame-gasm.

“Yeah, that’s it, Naughty-- embrace the shame. You exist to be humiliated by me. You humped my leg to orgasm in public. You wag your little tail when you’re all excited for me. And you don’t even poop until I say you can.”

Oh shit-- she had me. I climaxed in that fucked-up manner yet again, pain rippling out from my crotch.

“Good girl! Now stop eating, and come over here. Worship my feet.” she slipped off her shoes suggestively.

I looked at her, pleading that she let me continue. I was still lapping away at the first bowl of cum, and there was so much left. Abigail was winning again. I wanted to retch, but I also desperately needed to eat it all as quickly as possible. I would definitely lose if she made me do this.

“I won’t ask again, Naughty.”

I stopped licking, Abigail’s triumphant eyes catching mine as I was pulled over to Rebecca’s position at the side of the bed. I took my lips down to her foot.

“Don’t think about breakfast. Focus on worshipping me as well as you normally do. Show me.”

It was extremely difficult to focus. I tried to do as she asked-- to let go of the competition and focus my efforts on pleasing her.

“Remember, I own you. What I want trumps whatever you want at all times, and you accept this. Show me.”

Somehow I really did push past the mental barrier, trying my very best to satisfy her and give her my full attention. I licked carefully and passionately along the lengths of her presented feet, under and over and between her toes. I felt like she enjoyed my endeavour. Abigail was on the second bowl of cum by this point, but I wasn’t watching any more, determined to do as I’d been instructed, with the level of finesse that she expected of me. At some point Abigail finished and sat up feeling good about herself. Rebecca tugged on her clit ring.

“Well done, Abi-- now eat everything that Naughty hasn’t finished yet as well.”

She couldn’t express her disappointment in any real way before she was already back down, head buried in the third bowl of cum that morning. I looked up at Rebecca with a puzzled expression.

“I didn’t say stop,” she gestured at her other foot. “See, I didn’t appreciate the way you cheated on me, Naughty.”

I kept my tongue moving whilst she continued, confused by what she was trying to tell me.

“Princess Abigail comes along and what do you do..? You just do exactly what she tells you. At what point did I tell you to obey Princess Abigail? I own you; she doesn’t own you. I know she’s pretty, and I deliberately picked a dominatrix that I knew you could become besotted with if you let yourself. But when you lust for her, you worship her, and I expect you to worship only me.”

“I guess it’s my own fault, I made you into such a submissive little fuck-toy that you couldn’t resist when another mistress comes along and mistreats you in all the ways you need. You get all wet and excited and just can’t help yourself. I probably could’ve replaced the Princess with another pretty girl and you’d have lapped it up all the same.”

Abigail moved onto the fourth bowl of cum, still half full.

“So I want the lesson here to be very clear: I own you. You worship me, and only me. If you don’t willingly lust for me then I’d have no use for you, and I’d just make you into a toilet whore like Abigail will be. And I want you to think about how much worse the things I ask of you could be. She was fast-tracked into subservience, and that isn’t fun for anyone. Your humiliation will always escalate to keep things interesting, but you have balance-- your mind has time to adapt. And if I push you too far too fast then we just erase that particular episode and try again.”

As if on cue, Abigail just finished devouring the last of the cum. That was quite the achievement. She was panting and clearly very disgusted with herself. Rebecca yanked her clit ring hard.

“Take the potty into the bathroom and be a good toilet for me. I expect it to be spotless. When you’re done, kneel in the corner and wait until I have use of you again.”

Abigail picked up the potty, renewed disgust clear on her face, but she walked right over to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

“That’s not an attractive trait, is it? I know you’re bitter that you didn’t get to see her naked, but I realise now that I’ve been remiss. You actually love tits. And you don’t get to see my breasts very often, do you? Well, that’s going to change.” she pulled her strappy top up over her head, revealing the lacy underwear underneath. “Come up here and worship my tits.”

The moment my mouth fell on her breasts it hit me that she wasn’t actually wrong. The longing I had to see Abigail undressed really did seem to evaporate as she allowed me to bury myself in her bulging cleavage. Rebecca reached behind and unclasped her bra, letting it fall away. Shit-- her tits were amazing. I wanted to suck on them all day long. I tongued her nipples to hardness and suckled on them, very much lost in the moment. Somewhere behind the bathroom door Abigail was cleaning out the contents of the little pink potty with her mouth. I didn’t really care at this point. I was quite content where I currently was, almost as if all of my lust for Abigail had suddenly undergone some kind of transference over to Rebecca. I genuinely didn’t realise that I loved tits quite this much. She allowed me a good twenty minutes to worship her boobs before pushing me back down to resume working on her feet. I kept looking up at her pert bosom from down on the floor, and it urged me to lick more passionately. She had me worship her long smooth legs, the entirely of her bottom and her pussy in turn. I really did feel like I’d thoroughly worshipped her, and I swore that she made me take longer and longer with each successive worship session, her body imprinted on my mind long after I was done with licking.

Watching me carefully, she snapped her fingers-- the enforced level of arousal instantly broken, and I quickly felt the vibrations inside my pussy overwhelming me. I was going to climax unless she turned it off. It felt too good to be able to deny myself the pleasure my body felt it was due. I’d been right on the edge for too fucking long.

“Fight it, Naughty. You don’t cum without permission-- and you don’t have my permission.”

I was in desperate need of the release that was looming large, but I gestured frantically at the remote to the belt that was lying on the bed nearby.

“No, I’m not turning it off.”

I insisted again, trying to make a sound with my mouth, as wordless as ever.

“You want to have your cunt shocked? Rather than have an amazing orgasm..?”

I nodded with as much gusto as I could manage. She picked up the remote. I was so close-- it was literally incredible that I was managing to hold out this long. My legs were quivering, my thighs pushed tightly together to try and hold it off.

“I won’t do it, but I’m happy to let you press it. Hold on.” she started to unlock one of my padded mitts. My face was burning red, the insistence of the dildo working away in my crotch was mind-blowing. As soon as one mitt was freed, she handed the remote to me. It only had a single button-- clearly it wasn’t the control for the vibrations as well. I pressed it, and the shock rippled through my cunt. It was easily enough to push me away from orgasm-- saved at the very last second. She unlocked my other mitt, and savoured my evident frustration.

“I think you should spend the rest of the day with that remote handy. The vibe is staying on until tonight-- and this way you can correct yourself. Now, worship my entire body again, slowly, right from the beginning. I’ll be very offended if you don’t need to shock yourself at least ten times before you’re done licking everywhere.”