feeling of hopelessness and disgust he realized that it was his own
waste, expelled as his bowels had given up. Now a command came from
Master, his voice booming down from above: "Clean up your disgusting
mess, you revolting little slave shit." Seeing no other options he heard
himself croak: "Master, yes Master. Master, at once Master." Then he
began eating his own waste. It was every bit as disgusting as he had
imagined, but he knew he had to do it. And not only because Master would
probably kill him if he didn't, but also because he felt that he in a
strange way had to prove his worth to the man.
When he had finally licked the floor clean of his own waste, Jamie lay
on the floor fighting to keep his disgusting meal down. Without a sound
Master's hand grabbed him by the hair and dragged Jamie, now completely
limp with emotional exhaustion and submission, to the corner of the
dungeon where there was a large washbasin made of stainless steel. Still
not speaking and clearly expecting nothing but docile obedience from
Jamie, Master washed his mouth with industrial strength soap. The taste
was truly horrible and burned his mouth, but Jamie was grateful for it.
Anything to rid him of the taste of shit.
When he had finished washing Jamie's disgusting mouth, Master led Jamie
to the opposite corner of the dungeon, to an arrangement of posts
embedded in the floor. "Since you are my property," Master began, "I
know that you love being tortured by me, that you love everything I do
to you, no matter how painful or degrading." The tone of Master's voice
alerted Jamie, already beginning to be in tune with his owner's demands,
and he knew what was expected of him: "Master, yes Master," he whispered
in terror, keeping his eyes down for fear of looking Master in the eye.
This was clearly not good enough for Master. He grabbed Jamie's chin
forcefully, brought his face close to Jamie's and shouted: "Useless
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