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Shit-Eater – Story of UK Mistress Prima

BDSM Story of Mistress Prima

BDSM Story: Shit Eater

After visiting a Mistress dominatrix parlour, where I kissed the Mistresses feet and licked their boots clean, cruel and clever Mistresses secretly filmed me masturbating, and blackmailed me to work for them, and to be their grovelling and obedient slave. These clever dominant Mistresses made an absolute fool out of me, and used me for their wicked humour, profit, and entertainment, at my huge discomfort and expense.

Firstly, my Mistresses allocated me with a "shit gang", who were a group of ten Mistresses who initiated me into ultra humiliation, debasement, and degradation. My Mistresses ordered me to starve myself for a couple of days, so I was very hungry and could eat as much shit as possible for them. I was then forced to either sit or lay on the floor, as each Mistress took turns in squatting over my gaping mouth, and excreting huge, long, thick, solid, hot stinking dollops of shit into my grovelling mouth, making me quickly munch, swallow, and eat it.

On occasion, one Mistress would stretch my mouth cheeks wide open with her fingers, as two Mistresses would shit into my mouth at once, making me devour and swallow their great big filthy humiliating turds. After gorging on the shit of the Mistresses, it was so humiliating to have so much stinking dirty shit inside of me, as I was absolutely full of filthy shit for the Mistresses amusement and sadistic gratification.

I was then forced by my Mistresses to perform shit-eating shows at orgies, to add a bit of erotic spice and amusement to the greedy lovers extreme pleasure and sex, and then to perform shit-eating shows in front of female and male porno models, dominatrixes, and high-class whores, all for their excitement, amusement, and cruel entertainment.

These audiences of cruel libertines absolutely loved watching me grovel and squirm for them, and I was made to perform every evening for orgies, private shows for cruel and greedy lovers, and for dominatrix, whore, and porno model audiences, and I had to work very very hard for my Mistresses who had me in their trap. I will deeply devote the whole of my life to grovelling and eating shit for my Mistresses. 

After visiting a Mistress dominatrix parlour, where I kissed the Mistresses feet and licked their boots clean, cruel and clever Mistresses secretly filmed me masturbating, and blackmailed me to work for them, and to be their grovelling and obedient slave. These clever dominant Mistresses made an absolute fool out of me, and used me for their wicked humour, profit, and entertainment, at my huge discomfort and expense.

Firstly, my Mistresses allocated me with a "shit gang", who were a group of ten Mistresses who initiated me into ultra humiliation, debasement, and degradation. My Mistresses ordered me to starve myself for a couple of days, so I was very hungry and could eat as much shit as possible for them. I was then forced to either sit or lay on the floor, as each Mistress took turns in squatting over my gaping mouth, and excreting huge, long, thick, solid, hot stinking dollops of shit into my grovelling mouth, making me quickly munch, swallow, and eat it.

On occasion, one Mistress would stretch my mouth cheeks wide open with her fingers, as two Mistresses would shit into my mouth at once, making me devour and swallow their great big filthy humiliating turds. After gorging on the shit of the Mistresses, it was so humiliating to have so much stinking dirty shit inside of me, as I was absolutely full of filthy shit for the Mistresses amusement and sadistic gratification.

I was then forced by my Mistresses to perform shit-eating shows at orgies, to add a bit of erotic spice and amusement to the greedy lovers extreme pleasure and sex, and then to perform shit-eating shows in front of female and male porno models, dominatrixes, and high-class whores, all for their excitement, amusement, and cruel entertainment.

These audiences of cruel libertines absolutely loved watching me grovel and squirm for them, and I was made to perform every evening for orgies, private shows for cruel and greedy lovers, and for dominatrix, whore, and porno model audiences, and I had to work very very hard for my Mistresses who had me in their trap. I will deeply devote the whole of my life to grovelling and eating shit for my Mistresses.

BDSM Story of Mistress Prima: Shit Eater

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24Mai/100

SM Story: The Prospect

The Prospect

I knew what I had to do. Mistress Isha had been very clear regarding my instructions. Then, half way through the flight to Melbourne my heart began to beat a little faster. "What was I doing?" I kept asking myself this over and over again and therefore didn't even realize that the flight attendant was trying to get my attention to clear my tray. I was completely pre-occupied with what the future would hold.

I had spent the last ten months getting to know Mistress Isha through e-mail correspondence. It started out slowly, but quickly our relationship grew stronger and stronger. I am a very devoted submissive, and Mistress Isha picked up on this right from the very beginning. She had always been keeping her eyes open for the perfect live-in slave. Unknowingly at that time, I didn't realize that she was considering me for that position, nor did I have any idea as to what serving in that position would entail. At that time, I thought that I was just going for a visit so that we could share some real time together... But that was a long time ago. It is hard for me to remember everything that has happened to me since, but my Goddess and Owner, Mistress Isha has requested that I try. She has requested that I write it down, so as not only to bring out my experiences into my consciousness again, but also so that I will never forget who I am, where I belong, and who I belong to.

Upon my landing, I was supposed to look for my ride. Mistress Isha arranged for one of her friends to pick me up at the airport. I thought that this was unnecessary, but she insisted and I knew better than to insist against her will. I was instructed to pack only a carry-on piece of luggage so that her friend would not have to wait. I can still remember leaving the airport that night. Little did I know that it would be the last time I would leave an airport as a free man, or as a man at all if you will. Her friend was nice. A tall, busty brunette with a heavy Australian accent. She welcomed me to Australia and told me that Isha was anxiously waiting to meet me and that she didn't think that she would be disappointed by the looks of me. When I blushed, her friend gave a warm smile and directed me to her car.

We drove for about 25 minutes before she pulled the car over onto the side of the road. She told me that from here, I was to be blindfolded so as to protect the privacy of Mistress Isha's estate. I obviously had no objection, but in my newfound darkness I began to feel a loss of self that was only an inkling of what was to come.

The rest of the trip lasted for about 45 minutes, but it seemed like three hours. I was a nervous wreck. My palms were wet, and my throat was dry. I tried to calm myself down by telling myself that everything was going to be okay, but when the car finally came to a stop and I heard the ignition shut off I must have jumped a little because I heard her friend laugh. I got out of the car and was led down a gravel road until she directed me inside the house. At this point, although I was nervous, I knew why I was there, and I was going to do the very best that I could to be calm and cooperative. Finally the journey stopped and I was unblindfolded. Instead of seeing Mistress Isha though, I was surprised to see another woman sitting behind this desk. She was much more domineering than the one who had driven me from the airport, who by the way, was nowhere to be found at this point. Instead, I was standing alone in this room, before a very beautiful and cruel looking woman. "You must be Michael?" she said with a hint teasing in her voice. "Yes Mam" was all that I could muster, and I don't think that she liked it very much. "Silence!" she said with a stern and commanding voice. "From now on slave, you are not to speak unless you are told to."


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31Mrz/10Off

A true story of submission at the foot of a Goddess

Mistress Isha, Femdom Story, Foot Goddess...
“Now, kiss My feet and thank Me for allowing you to attend Me.” Bending low I felt the large man press his lips firmly against the lacing of My boots and as he lifted to kiss the other shoe he said, “Thank you Goddess for allowing me to attend You.” “Very good,” I said as I removed the cover off the bowl and revealed what lay inside. I placed each item on the ground and emptied the bowl. There was a medium sized bottle of water, a body puff for washing, a bottle of perfumed lotion, liquid shower soap and a soft white washcloth.
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Mistress Isha: A party to remember, english

I was at a party (it was summertime, last July) and there were five Mistress's at the party and 12 male slaves (and I was one of them).

All the Mistress's were sitting on comfortable chairs on a circle in the garden and we slaves were all kneeled naked in a corner of the garden with a number written with a lipstick on our back. The Mistress's were having some refreshing drinks and the slave were used as toilet when requested from the Ladies.

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A Brief Encounter with Mistress Isha

I am kneeling in the corner, my nose pressed against the wall, as Mistress Isha has ordered. I can hear Her laughter and Her heels as She approaches me. I am told to face Her and I do. As I turn around, She slaps my face very hard. She does this not because I have done something wrong, but because She wants to. Mistress Isha always does whatever She wishes. And, that is the way I like it.

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