IX
"I just can't stand the stink." She picked up a wastebasket and walked and placed it next to my chair. This gave me a bad feeling. Mistress untied me.
"On your knees, slut."
I knelt next to the chair.
"Okay now, clean it up."
I reached for a towel.
She shoved my face into the filth. "No you stupid bitch. Use your mouth, and if you have to puke, do it into the wastebasket. If you don't get it all in, you'll be cleaning that up too." She let my head go.
I stuck my tongue out and took a lick of the bitter, foul smelling stuff.
"We'll be here all night at that rate. Now take a bite of it, chew it and swallow it. NOW!"
I took a bite, chewed it a little, then swallowed. My stomach immediately heaved. I stuck my head into the waste basket, but I didn't vomit.
"Okay, okay, keep going you stinking shit eater."
I continued to eat my shit off of the chair, then I licked the chair clean. I vomited twice.
"Very good, slave. Now use your fingers and clean your ass."
I dragged my fingers along the crack of my ass the raised them to my face. They were covered with my thick, smelly waste. I paused for a second.
"Go ahead, lick it off. Suck them clean like you love the taste of your own shit."
I did it. Of course I did it. I sucked my shit off of my finger. I did it for her. She cupped my chin in her hand. "Very good, slave. How do you like the taste of shit, dear?"
"I don't like it, Mistress."
"Well you just better learn to like it, because among other things, you are going to be my toilet slave."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress. May I tell you something, Mistress?"
"Yes, of course, slave."
"Mistress, I think I love you. I've decided that I want to be your slave. I don't need to wait a week. I don't want to be Robert's girl, I want to be your girl, I want to serve you."
She looked deep into my soul with her piercing eyes. "You must really love me to eat your own shit. All right, you can certainly be my slave, but don't expect me to love you back."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress."
"When will Robert arrive?"
"Soon, very soon."
"Okay let's go upstairs and wash up. And while you‟re doing that, you had better think about what you're going to tell him."
I followed her to the stairs on my hands and knees.
"You may stand."
I walked up the stairs, then fell back to my knees.
"Very good slave." She led me into the bathroom. "Now stand up and wash your face first."
I scrubbed my face trying to get the smell off of it. I heard Robert knocking on the door.
"Quick, dry your face. Call down and tell him you're coming."
"Yes, Mistress.” I called out, "I'll be right down, hang on."
I dried my face and Mistress helped me into my robe. I followed her down the stairs and she ducked into the kitchen while I answered the door.
"Hello Robert, come on in. I need to talk to you."
Robert came in and took a deep breath. "Jesus, what smells in here? Is that nigger nurse still here?"
May sure had him pegged. "Robert I can't believe this. May is a very caring nurse. That's me you smell, I've got a touch of the flu and I had a little accident."
"Yeah, well, I just don't care for her. What did you want to say to me?"
"Well, I've decided that this isn't going to work out."
"What's not going to work out? What do you mean?"
"Us, Robert. I don't love you. In fact I don't even like you very much."
"What, after all I've done for you; you're going to drop me? I don't think so."
"Look Robert, I'm sick and I don't feel like talking right now, so just accept it and realize that it's over."
"Okay, since you're sick I'll leave, but it's not over. I'll be back to talk some sense into you." He stormed out the door.
I fell to me knees, and turned to Mistress. "I'm so sorry Mistress. I never knew he was such a bigot."
"Don't apologize for that scumbag, slave. He's the bigot, not you. Now we need to get you back upstairs."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress."
We went back upstairs where Mistress let me take a nice hot bath. She had me pay particular at-tention to my crotch. After drying myself I followed her back downstairs.
She had me wash the area around my chair with disinfectant.
Afterwards she sat on my sofa.
"Take off my shoes and socks slave."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress."
"Now clean them."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress." I picked up one of her feet and started to lick it. It smelled, but it really didn't taste bad, particularly compared to my shit.
"How do they taste slave?"
"Very good, Mistress, thank you for letting me clean them, Mistress."
"You‟re welcome, slave.
Someone knocked on the door. "Who's there?" called Mistress.
"It's Samuel Krafft."
"Let him in, slave."
"Yes, Mistress." I opened the door, and let in a white haired old man.
"Hello, hello." He said to May, then he pointed at me and said, "Is she the one?" He took my hand. "My dear you are very beautiful. Vincent's description did not do you justice." Standing nude be-fore him, this old man's flattery made me blush.
"Yes she's the one. Samuel meet my slave. Slave, this is Mr. Krafft, he owns the largest jewelry store in New York City, and he's a good, er, friend of mine." We shook hands. "Samuel, look at this drawing." He looked at the drawing of the belt.
"Yes, yes, May. This will be quite beautiful. We'll make it from silver, and she will look magnificent in it."
"I know, but can you have it done tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow, tomorrow? No, no. Vincent said I could have a week. No, no."
"Things have changed. I need it tomorrow." May walked over to Mr. Krafft, put one arm around his shoulders, and rubbed his crotch with her other hand. "Isn't there some way you can get it done tonight?" She asked sweetly.
"Well, I could call and have Hans, Karl, and the others stay the night. But it will be expensive. Two, three times what it would normally cost."
"That's okay, she has lots of money."
"Money, money, you're very lucky, a slave with her own money," He said almost absentmindedly. I could tell he was thinking about how he could make the belt in one evening.
She started to unzip his pants. "Do you want a blow job dear?"
"No, no. I have to get the measurements and call the shop before everyone goes home." He took a measuring tape from his pocket.
Mistress fished in his pants and pulled out his cock. "Two things dear. First, I don't want her to be able to masturbate, so the belt needs to be pretty tight."
"Okay, okay, that shouldn't be too much of a problem."
"And second," Mistress grabbed his balls and squeezed slightly, "She's a virgin, and at the end of this project she will still be a virgin. No accidents, no slips, no little pokes. If she's damaged in any way, someone's going to lose his balls. Understand?"
"Yes, yes," He croaked, "I assure you, nothing will happen to her, tomorrow afternoon she'll be as pure as she is now."
"She better be." After giving him a slight squeeze, Mistress released his balls and put his cock back in his pants.
He started measuring and recording the measurement of my crotch. His touch was very impersonal and professional. He paused to think for a moment then asked "String, string, do you have any string?"
Mistress looked at me. "In the top left hand kitchen drawer." I quickly retrieved the ball of string.
Mr. Krafft took the string and tied a belt around my waist, then he snuck a piece of string through my butt crack and pussy slit. He also used it to model the valleys formed by the juncture of my legs and my crotch. It took him half an hour, but at the end of that time he had every possible dimension of my body between my waist and the middle of my thighs.
"Done, done, I'm done. May, thank you very much for this opportunity. When we're finished she'll be a work of art. Gotta go, gotta go."
Mistress nodded to me to open the door. "Thank you, Samuel. I'm sure you won't disappoint me," She said as he walked out the door, and then down the steps muttering under his breath.
I cooked dinner for Mistress, and then watched her eat it. After finishing, she told me to bring a large glass bowl up to the bedroom.
"Slave you seem to be squeamish about bodily fluids, and I have been much too nice to you. Follow me into the bathroom."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress."
"Now place the bowl on the floor."
"Yes, Mistress."
She squatted over the bowl and peed into the bowl. She grunted a few times, then shit into the bowl. The bowl now held at least a pint of piss, and about two feet of shit, which was more than an inch and a half in diameter. "You need to become comfortable around bodily fluids. I want you to consume this bowl of food. If you need to go potty tonight, I want you to go in this bowl and eat it also."
"I expect you to learn to eat and drink your food without vomiting. However, if you need to puke, do it in the toilet, but don't flush it. You may drink some water, but I don't want you rinsing out your mouth, nor are you to wash up at all. Also, I want you to sleep in the bathtub. Do you have any questions?"
"No, Mistress, I'll try to keep it all down."
"Stand up, and give me a hug and kiss."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress."
"It may take a while, but you'll learn to love the taste of my shit. I know you'll make me proud," She whispered into my ear.
"Yes, Mistress, thank you Mistress," But I doubted that I would ever really want to eat, much less love the taste of her shit.
Mistress went to sleep in her bed, leaving me alone. I paused on my hands and knees, the odor of her excrement permeating my senses. I though of how much I wanted to please my Mistress. I though of the pleasure she had shown me, then I picked up a piece of her shit, brought it to my mouth, bit off a chunk, chewed it well, and swallowed.