The final step (real)(3)

Thursday was going to be an important day. I knew it before going. I didn't know exactly what, but I knew that I was being put to the test and that every session was all or nothing. The MASTER had ordered: "bitch, on Thursday shaved, clean with two enemas, at the service door of my house at 2 pm". I knew then that I was going to be taken and I also knew that like every day that I am at HIS service I would have to take the Bitch Elixir, which had cost me so much in the previous session. But I need to deepen what I am, to live as what I am, without more hypocrisies or simulations. The other day was the Pride Parade in Argentina and I swear I cried with emotion when I heard "We have only one life with no return/Why not live as we truly are?/I don't want to pretend, I won't lie/I am what I am". Today I need more than ever to be who I am, to live as I truly am, without pretending.

At two o'clock I was standing at the service door of HIS house, a rather rural area of Greater Buenos Aires. The dogs barked and no one appeared. I knew well that I still had to wait, but a mixture of anxiety and fear gnawed at me. It felt like an hour passed and I tried difficultly to keep my mind blank, not look, not hear, not think, not feel. Despite my efforts, I couldn't help but see a small, apparently religious image, made of ceramic, showing a devout woman kneeling with an inscription: "Behold the handmaid of the Lord, let it be done to me according to your word (Luke: 1-38)". It struck me. I was her. Suddenly the door opened and the MASTER appeared. "Come in, bitch, undress and assume the basic position!"

As soon as I saw him, imposing, filling the door frame from top to bottom, I was engulfed by a feeling of inevitability and surrender. Whatever will be, will be. My fate is sealed because my condition leads me to accept what is decided for me and what is imposed on me. I am spiritually prepared to take this step. Almost robotically I undressed and assumed my basic position, as HE had taught me in the first session: "kneeling, hands behind, with mouth always open and thinking that I am there only to serve as the slave I am".

As soon as I did, I saw there was another presence. Behind HIM, on his knees, hands behind, naked and with mouth open, there was a slave. They had a metal collar and wore a chastity device that practically made their penis disappear (were they also a slave, like me?) and were bald. They wore a septum ring from which a chain hung. Heavily made up. Black, mouth and eyes. I took a deep breath: I couldn't help but see my future there.

- "Do you know what you have to do now, bitch?"

- "Yes MASTER," I replied. - "Take the Bitch Elixir, MASTER."

- "Good, bitch, you're learning. My milk, my piss, my saliva, my boogers, my phlegm. That's your elixir, bitch. Hope you enjoy it like the cheap whore you are".

- "Yes, MASTER". Bam! A tremendous slap.

- "Repeat and thank, bitch. What is your elixir?"

- "Your milk, your piss, your saliva, your boogers, and your phlegm, MASTER, Thank you, MASTER", I replied with difficulty knowing I would have to overcome my body, but also knowing my body would resist.

- "Again, cheap whore!"

- "My Cheap Whore Elixir is your milk, your piss, your saliva, your boogers, and your phlegm, MASTER, Thank you, MASTER". HIS mind occupied my mind.

The MASTER snapped his fingers and the slave almost instantly crawled on all fours and offered a container to the MASTER that undoubtedly contained my Bitch Elixir. The MASTER looked at me and I knew without a word being said that I had to open my mouth and prepare to receive its contents.

- "Let's see, bitch... Last time you disappointed me. Look at me and enjoy the privilege of receiving my fluids inside you." Without further ado, he violently grabbed my hair, threw my head back, and began pouring HIS fluids into me. I felt HIS Power like I had never felt anyone's power over me. I belong to HIM. I am not even myself. I am a cheap whore, "something", that was having the privilege of receiving from my LORD.

He began pouring the Elixir into me slowly. As the thick liquid penetrated me, my eyes couldn't stop looking at HIS face. I couldn't help but watch a subtle sadistic smile form on HIS face as my throat tried to make way for HIS fluids to flood my insides. I watched HIS pleasure taking control of my body, forcing ancestral reflexes and social prejudices to be nullified. And I started to feel my body beginning to crave HIS fluids, my Cheap Whore Elixir. I felt in me the pleasure of HIS pleasure, taming me.

- "You turned out to be quite the whore! I knew the moment I saw you that you were one of those beings I could mold to my Will. Get ready because with you, I will make my darkest desires a reality, bitch. Don't swallow it all. Gargle with the last sip and then you will share it with the sow." Without delay, "the sow" stood next to me with her mouth open, eager to share with me to the MASTER. I felt a wave of selfishness and surprised myself with what I could do. I poured the Bitch Elixir into the sow's mouth in a sort of wet kiss of slaves intimately connected by the essence of the MASTER. I felt good. I felt different.

- "What does the bitch say?"

- "My Cheap Whore Elixir is your milk, your piss, your saliva, your boogers, and your phlegm, MASTER, Thank you, MASTER".

- "This is just the beginning, bitch. Look at the sow. The sow has been with me for three years. Believe it or not, she's a lawyer, like you. I think she lost track of how many guys have fucked her and how many cocks she had to swallow. Looked at the sow who remained motionless, but alert to the slightest movement of the MASTER. I could see her in detail. She had a completely shaved body. Perhaps her baldness is natural? She had the word "sow" tattooed on her groin, a number, and a barcode. She had metal shackles on her wrists and ankles. Huge pierced nipples and a tongue piercing. And yellow eyes (colored contact lenses). She had bruises all over her body. Her manner of moving, her gestures, and her physical forms seemed very feminine and feline to me. Is she taking hormones?

At a gesture from the MASTER, the sow moved like a real sow and opened her mouth in front of the MASTER. The MASTER shoved HIS COCK into the sow's mouth and peed for a long time. The sow swallowed everything without spilling a drop. Swallowing, swallowing, swallowing... Like a human suction pump. With an attitude that not only showed everydayness but also devotion. I felt tremendous jealousy. When she finished, she made a guttural sound and returned to the basic position (kneeling, hands behind, with her mouth always open and thinking that I am there only to serve as the slave I am). I could then see not only did she have a chastity device that practically she could not see her...penis?, but also an anal plug.

- "Come, clean me up, bitch," said the MASTER pulling HIS COCK out of the sow, like it was a urinal. In fact, it was, I thought. "Thank you, MASTER". I received another terrible slap. My face was burning. -"No talking, from now on bitch. Slaves don't talk here, unless I tell you. Did you hear the sound the sow made? Well, like that, bitch. Guttural and showing gratitude and devotion to your MASTER and LORD. They can scream, they can't talk." Naturally, a beastly sound came out of the depths of my soul and I fell at HIS feet.

The MASTER again snapped his fingers and the sow ran to a corner, not far where she remained in a basic position. The MASTER approached and put her in a device that was there, which forced her to be tied on all fours without being able to move any part of her body. He removed the anal plug from the sow's ass and made her clean it with her mouth. She did it as if it were a prize. He then inserted a metal dildo into her ass and connected it, like the chastity device, to some clear electrodes. The MASTER turned it on and the sow began to wriggle and make some pitiful noises and screams. The MASTER then put a gag with a plastic penis into her mouth and her screams turned into barely a background noise.

- "Well, bitch, that was the easy part. You have the misfortune that I am a sadistic MASTER. That means that my greatest pleasure is to see them suffer. A lot. 50% of your slavery will be beatings, pain, heavy discomfort, and severe restrictions. And the other 50% will be your debasement, but without any pleasure for you. It may be that from time to time, I allow you to reach something like an orgasm, but don't expect it to be pleasurable for you. Never, absolutely never, are you allowed to get your clit aroused. If it ever happens, I can assure you it will be the last. You will also use a chastity device like the sow's, they are called “inverted chastity cages”. Forget any semblance of masculinity. Understand that from now on, in my world, you will no longer be a man, in any sense. Nor a woman. Thing, bitch and slut. When you leave here, in your lawyer world, you will pretend to be a man as much as you can. That's your business. But underneath will always be the marks of your status as a whore and slave, MY whore and MY slave. Any comments, bitch?"

I was overwhelmed. I could see clearly what I am already becoming. From the depths of who I am came a sound that could never come from a "normal" person. I was scared of myself. I realized this is exactly what I was looking for. A MASTER who would take me to the depths of myself, even if I resist. I saw the smile on the MASTER, that sadistic smile that anticipates that the worst is yet to come.

- "See the sow's bruises. Get used to them, because soon you'll look the same. Get on all fours, bitch!"