Extreme abuse

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Peter lay numb
, lying on the bed covered with plastic sheeting, staring at a small window with iron bars in the corner. He wore only a dirty pair of underwear, and the dark basement reeked of moldy feces. The
old clock showed five; the mistress would be back soon, Peter thought. Unconsciously, his penis twitched a few times in the sticky underwear.
Peter jumped off the bed and retrieved a dog bowl full of water from under it. He drank a little and jumped back onto the bed. It was 5:10; the mistress would be back soon.
Peter had fantasized about being abused by women since childhood—both mentally and sexually. He had a normal childhood, a normal family, a normal education, and a normal job. But no matter what, he couldn't change his sexual orientation. He occasionally went out with normal girls and had legitimate sex, but he always felt something was missing in his life. Six months ago, Peter met the mistress through a personal advertisement in a local underground newspaper. Three months ago, he decided to completely relinquish his freedom, quit his clerical job, and moved into the basement of his mistress's house in a neighboring province, becoming a full-time sex slave. If you ask Peter if he regrets it, he doesn't know how to answer, because he has become utterly numb, losing the spirit of a free man. From the day he decided to abandon all pretense to satisfy his lust and his eccentricities, he decided to erase his past. Now he is merely his mistress's sex slave, without thought, without dreams.
5:35.
The sound of doors opening and closing came from upstairs, followed by the sound of high-heeled footsteps on the stairs. Peter quickly jumped off the bed and knelt by the door like a dog. The sound of locks being opened came from outside, followed by the mistress's figure appearing in the doorway.
Peter's mistress was a secretary in a large office, enduring hardship and humiliation every day for the sake of survival. But like Peter, she also had BDSM sexual fantasies from a young age, the difference being that she enjoyed abusing men. She had no desire for normal dating or marriage; she fantasized about having a slave who was entirely hers. Six months ago, on her twenty-eighth birthday, she saw the faint wrinkles around her eyes in the mirror and decided to stop living passively. She decided to do what she wanted, so she placed a personal advertisement in a small underground newspaper in a neighboring province.
Five days after the advertisement was published, a twenty-three-year-old man named Peter called…
The woman was about five feet eight inches tall and weighed 130 pounds. She wore a long, slightly wavy red shawl. She had green eyes and long eyelashes. Her chest wasn't particularly large, but it was well-proportioned. All her pubic hair was shaved, except for some red downy hair very close to her labia. Peter personally preferred women without pubic hair; of course, even if the woman did have hair, he could only dream about it.
The woman went into the basement, closed the door behind her, locked it, and sat down on the bed, never glancing at Peter. She rubbed her eyes with both hands, looking exhausted from her work that day. Peter crawled to her feet without saying a word. Without the mistress's permission, he was not allowed to say a word, and Peter knew the rules, of course.
The mistress turned on the TV and slowly ate the burrito she had bought on her way home from work, ignoring Peter. Occasionally, she would spit food from her mouth onto the bed, and Peter would silently pick it up and eat it. After about half an hour, the mistress wiped her mouth and turned off the TV.
Peter knew it was time to serve her.
"Get in bed," the mistress said coldly.
Peter climbed into bed, faced the mistress, and knelt before her, his penis already hard. The mistress took off her coat and carefully hung it by the door. Then, wearing only her underwear, she walked up to Peter. She looked at him and then, without warning, spat in his face. Sticky saliva dripped down Peter's face onto the plastic-covered bed.
The mistress also climbed into bed and took off her underwear. She lay on the bed and raised her anus.
"Lick it clean!" the mistress commanded.
Peter quickly turned around and knelt down facing his mistress's anus. It seemed she hadn't wiped herself after defecating; dried feces clung to the pink area around her anus. His mistress often deliberately avoided bathing or wiping herself. Peter lowered his head, burying his face in her buttocks, and began cleaning her anus with his tongue. Having eaten his mistress's feces almost daily, Peter was naturally familiar with its slightly bitter taste. He first diluted the dried feces with saliva, then carefully licked away the fecal water, swallowing it bit by bit. His mistress lay on the bed, eyes closed, resting.
After Peter had licked away all the remaining feces, he began probing deep into her anus with his tongue. There was a slightly foul, yet incredibly sexy, smell in her anus. Peter felt his penis growing harder and harder, and finally couldn't resist gently rubbing the head of his penis against her anus.
"You bastard!" His mistress, sensing something was wrong with her anus, turned around and began to curse Peter. "Who told you to stick your filthy cock into my asshole, you shit-eating bastard!"
"Mistress, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Peter said in a panic.
"Shut up!" the mistress shouted. "Kneel down!"
Normally, the mistress wouldn't be this irritable. It seemed she had a bad day at work and was taking it out on her slave.
"Slap yourself in the face, I told you to stop, so stop!" the mistress commanded.
Peter slapped himself hard in the face with both hands.
After about two minutes, the mistress ordered him to stop.
The mistress sat down against the headboard and spread her legs.
"Come here and lick my cunt!" Then she turned on the TV, making Peter moan for her while watching the program.
Peter crawled to the mistress and began to lick her cunt. The mistress's cunt was very tight, and she had to use her hands to pry it open. The outer labia were covered with traces of urine that hadn't been wiped clean, but Peter naturally didn't argue and licked diligently. Some drama was playing on TV, and the mistress giggled from time to time. Sometimes, when she laughed too hard, some urine would even gush out of her vagina. Peter's penis was already hard and about to burst, but without the mistress's permission, he dared not make any further moves.
Half an hour later, the drama on TV ended. The mistress turned off the TV and slightly kicked Peter's head away with her foot.
"Come here, I need to relieve myself now, you come and be my toilet!"
Peter naturally knew what this meant. The mistress loved playing games with feces and urine, and Peter ate her feces almost every day. At first, it was a little difficult to swallow, but after a while, he got used to it. Sometimes, when he was lying in the basement, he even missed the mistress's feces.
Peter lay flat on the bed, and the mistress squatted down above his head, positioning her vagina against his mouth. After a while, golden urine flowed down from her vagina in two streams. Peter licked the stream of urine, the salty urine flowing into his mouth. Then the mistress moved forward slightly, positioning her anus against her urine-covered mouth.
"Speak," the mistress commanded.
Before Peter could eat his mistress's excrement, he had to plead and express his gratitude.
"Please, mistress, grant me your fragrant excrement, I beg you, I beg you!"
The mistress manipulated Peter's penis with her hand while simultaneously straining her abdomen to push out the stool she had been holding in for so long.
Suddenly, the mistress let out a huge fart, and Peter immediately covered her anus completely with his mouth, the stench of the fart filling his face. The mistress's anus began to open in the useless mouth, and then a yellow excrement reached Peter's tongue.
"Bite it off!" the mistress commanded.
The stench intensified as soon as the feces were bitten through. Peter had barely bitten through one when more feces entered his mouth. The mistress's bowel movements were unusually profuse and rapid today, and Peter couldn't keep up.
"You damn toilet, can't you spit it out if you can't finish it?"
Peter spat out the feces, smearing them on the mistress's breasts and his own penis. The mistress's buttocks twitched, and she passed some slightly thinner but softer, golden-yellow feces. The bitter taste filled Peter's mouth. He raised his head and used his tongue to stir the hanging feces in the mistress's anus. The mistress then began urinating into Peter's mouth, turning all the semi-dried feces into a semi-liquid state.
"Drink it!"
Peter gulped down the mistress's excrement and urine, soon feeling his stomach bloated. The thought of his stomach being filled with the mistress's precious feces made his feces-covered penis stiffen several times.
"Now lick all the poop off my ass, don't let me find out you're slacking off." The mistress lifted her buttocks slightly to give Peter more space to work.
Peter held the mistress's snow-white ankles with both hands, raised his head, and began to carefully clean the poop off her buttocks. The mistress continued to squat and let Peter lick for a while, then simply lay down on Peter's stomach. The poop rubbed between their bodies, forming sticky strands, and the mistress was immediately aroused.
The mistress began to take Peter's penis into her mouth, which was covered with her own bitter poop. The temperature in the basement was very high, and the smell of urine, poop, and sweat mixed and evaporated. The mistress sucked Peter's penis up and down with her mouth, occasionally licking the poop-covered glans with her tongue.
The mistress rarely gave herself oral sex, and Peter felt very excited. He didn't dare to slack off, carefully licking the poop off the mistress's buttocks and then swallowing it. The mistress's vagina was very wet, with love juice dripping down and onto Peter's chin.
After a short while, Peter couldn't hold back any longer and began to ejaculate wildly. The mistress held the semen in her mouth but didn't swallow it. Then she opened her mouth and thrust Peter's limp penis deep into her mouth several times. She stood up, turned around, and suddenly vomited all over Peter's face as he lay on the bed. His half-digested dinner, Peter's own semen, and feces cascaded down his face and body like a waterfall.
The mistress wiped her mouth, placed her right foot on Peter's forehead, and let her urine flow down her leg onto the filth on his face.
The mistress got out of bed and began to clean herself using one of Peter's blankets.
"That's it for tonight. You're not allowed to clean yourself tonight; you'll sleep in my feces. Tomorrow before I go to work, I'll watch you lick the whole bed clean and eat it." She then threw the blanket at Peter's feet.
The mistress turned the heat to thirty degrees and went upstairs.
Peter rolled over in the filth of the bed and took a deep breath. His hands roamed the bed, a smile creeping across his face as he imagined the mistress's earlier abuse of him.
Tomorrow…a new day.

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