Saschas Humiliation – P2

… and i was as alive and as enslaved as i had ever been. i knew that i was meeting and exceeding their expectations of my skill. i knew that every cum shower was another success, that every moan was a vote of confidence in my abilities. i knew that i was making Master proud. i was doing it all for him.

Hours of sucking, it seemed, passed before i worked my way back to Owner, who remained to be served. i reached to please him, and i was shocked to feel him holding me from him, tilting my head to look into his eyes. Admiring eyes, satisfied eyes, lustful yet respectful eyes.

“property, you have done well. Here let me clean you. Close your eyes.” i did as he bid, and i felt a single stream spraying my face. i knew without tasting the salty fluid that it was his piss that was cleaning me, bathing me. The others joined in and showered the welts on my back, my ass, my breasts. i knelt there, losing myself in the warmth and proud in the knowledge that i had passed the first test.

i cleaned them all with my tongue and savored every drop that remained on the tender tips. Each cleansing ended with a gentle kiss. i turned back to face Owner, the one who had brought me to this place, and knelt with my head to the floor.

“They will be here soon… best get her ready, don’t you think?” A voice wafted through my consciousness and roused my curiosity. i throbbed with pain and desire.

They led me to a shower stall, turned on the cold water, and scrubbed me from head to toe. Stiff, intrusive brushes scratched and penetrated every fold, crease and cranny. i was ordered to squat and piss into the drain, and they all peered at me as i obeyed the command to pull my cunt lips apart as i did so. i stood in front of a fan and trembled as the cool air dried my skin, leaving my nipples taut and wanting.

“One of the ways the Club finances its activities is to produce some rather interesting audiovisual materials. Won’t it be a lovely surprise when your Master gets his first shipment of Club-produced videos? The package will be accompanied, of course, with an order form that includes the Website URL where the general public can see snippets of our products?” Another pause for dramatic effect.

“My dear, we are going to make you a star.” Owner’s words tormented me far more than the physical use had.

www.ShadowSlaves.com

As if on cue, the door opened and film equipment appeared around the great open area to the left of the building. Lights were set up, wires were run, and the building was magically transformed into a small sound stage, complete with four very impressive commercial-grade cameras.

Four Owners carried in a large transparent strange piece that looked like plexiglas. They suspended it with wire hung from the ceiling, so that it swayed. The platform was hung at an angle to the ground, not parallel with it, so that the lower end hung about 2 feet from the ground. The upper edge was about 4 feet above the ground.

Two small circles were cut out of the plexiglas about a foot from the upper edge, and i remember thinking that small breasts might possibly fit through those. The inner edges of the circles were trimmed in some kind of protective material, rubber maybe. Leather straps were positioned around it, and it became evident that this platform would be used to support me in my next task.

The room was engulfed in light reminiscent of daylight at noon, and the first of the cameras began recording the event.

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