Letters From Rose
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Dear George,
I think I told you that our young wife (Lissie) is from Canada, and she was raised by her mom and grandmother to be their sex slave, and that I have been serving both of them when we go up there to visit. What I didn't mention is that it was Lissie's grandmother, Mistress Chantal, who was the one who broke my resistance to being used as a human toilet, and I love her so much for doing that to me that words fail me to describe it.
Lissie's mom, Lorraine, visited us a couple months after we married her beautiful daughter, and it was during those visits, while Lorraine and I were the only people in our house during the day, that she told me that I needed to become a body slave to her mother, and to serve as her human toilet, as I was already doing for both her and my dark wife, Frey.
I don't know why I ever agreed to do such a thing, but I'm sure that it was because of Frey's insistence, as well as Lissie's encouragement that I agreed to become Mistress Chantal's toilet slave during our next visit to Canada.
Within minutes of arriving at Lorraine's home in Vancouver, I was in the suite of rooms used by Mistress Chantal when she visited her daughter, naked and on my knees, begging her to accept me as her body slave, and to train me to properly serve her. She told me that she would accept me as her probationary slave, but that before she would accept me to full service, I had to prove myself to her.
She then told me to lie on my back, and as I did so she removed her peignoir and stood straddling my head. As I lay there on my back, I stared in fascination at her naked body, and tried to make my brain come to terms with what was going to happen.
Mistress Chantal slowly lowered herself to me, and as her vagina brushed my lips, I opened my mouth as I knew I was supposed to. Mistress didn't say a single word to me, but instead started peeing in my mouth with every bit of force she could muster.
Given my lack of training, I was unable to swallow her gift fast enough, and before I knew it, it was running over my lips and onto the white carpet. That made Mistress Chantal very angry, of course, and she told me that I was going to pay for what I'd done.
As she left the room, she ordered me to get cleaning supplies from the cabinet in the bathroom and remove every single drop of pee from the carpet, which I did, while all the time trembling in fear as I tried to imagine what would be done to me as punishment.
That evening Lorraine drove her mother, Lissie, and me to the ferry landing north of Vancouver, and we were soon on our way to Vancouver Island. Nobody said a word to me about where we were going, or what was going to happen when we got there, which just made me even more frightened than before.
When we left the ferry and drove away from the slip, I was even more scared, because they began to describe the place they were taking me, which they said was an S&M club where there were no limits. None of them said what that implied for me, in terms of the punishment I had earned by my failure, and my brain was almost completely shut down in fear.
When we arrived at our destination, the car turned in at a driveway with stone fences on both sides, finally arriving at a closed gate. Lissie opened the glove compartment and took out a tiny box with a button on it, and when she pressed that button, the gate opened, and then closed behind us after we had driven through it. We then continued up a long, winding driveway, until at last reaching a beautiful cedar and stone building that they called the "clubhouse." We parked in the lot filled with other cars in front of the building just as a young woman about ten years younger than me came walking out of it, and as we got out of the car, she was introduced to me as the Manager of the S&M club.
She gave me a wonderful hug and then a passionate kiss. At last getting down to business, she turned to Mistress Chantal, asking, "Is this the little bitch you called me about?"
Mistress Chantal nodded her head in answer, then replied, "I hope you have everything ready for her."
The Manager laughed, then said, "I think you'll find everything just as you've always liked it." Then, leading the way down a nearby brick walkway, she added, "I took the liberty of calling as many other members as I could, and when they heard what was going to happen . . ., well, you can see how many of them showed up to watch." As she said that, she pointed to the dozens of cars that were sitting in the parking lot.
I guess by that point I had already accepted that I was going to be punished, but when I slowly realized that lots and lots of strangers were going to watch it happen, my knees got so weak that I almost fell. It's a good thing that Mistress Chantal and Lorraine were ready for some sign of resistance from me, and took my arms and helped me walk to the large barn that was at the end of the pathway.
We entered the barn, and then turned to our right and walked into a small room. There were several clothes hooks hanging on the wall, with nearly all of them holding the garments that had been placed there. It was no surprise to me when I was ordered to undress, although I was surprised with the other four women also removed their own clothes and placed them on some of the hooks.
After all of us were naked, my wrists were cuffed behind my back, a collar with an attached leash was put around my neck, and I was led out of the room. We headed to a set of double-doors at the end of a hallway, and then as Lissie held one of them open for us, walked through.
God in heaven, but I truly felt like I was going to pass out right there on the floor, because there were more than 50 men and women, and several others who were no older than teenagers seated in row after row of chairs that had been placed in front of an elevated stage. That part was bad enough, but adding to my fear was the fact that they, like me, were entirely naked, and every man and boy that I could see had an erection and every breast was sporting an erect nipple. All I could think of was that I was to be gang raped to punish me for my failure to serve Mistress Chantal as she required.
I was quickly led up two steps and then across the stage, toward just about the strangest thing I'd ever seen. It was nothing more than a large, square post that had been set in a socket in the floor of the stage, with about eight feet of it exposed above that. There was a smaller crosspiece bolted to the upright post, and it looked like it was about two feet above my head. There were cuffs fastened to each end of the crosspiece, and I knew right then what was going to happen to me: I was to be crucified for my failure.
A few feet below the crosspiece was a strange-looking thing, and as we approached the cross, I saw that it was nothing more than a steel pipe that was sticking out of the upright post no more than three inches. Then, as we walked closer yet, I could see bumps sticking out of the pipe all around it, and that was my first introduction to something called a "sedile," although at that time I had no idea what it was.
Below the sedile another two feet was a second crosspiece, that one about four feet in length, and also bolted to the upright. There were things fastened to each end of that horizontal piece that looked exactly like the part of a cowboy spur that fits around the boots he wears, which are in the shape of the letter "U". Those strange things had been fastened so their open end faced away from the crosspiece, and there were straps and buckles dangling from each of them.
The only other things there were a wooden box about as high as a chair seat, a short length of rope lying on the floor, and something I immediatley recognized, because we have three of them in our special room in our garage. That final thing was a flogger, and there was no question it was waiting to be used as part of my punishment.
The five of us turned to face the audience, and then Mistress Chantal, who was still holding my leash in her hand, pointed to me and raised her voice as she said angrily, "This Mexican bitch placed herself in my service, and then when I allowed her to drink my piss, she spit it out! What should be done with her?"
God, George, but everyone just went crazy with yelling at me in disgust with what I'd done to insult my Mistress. Then, in answer to her question, one older woman stood up and shook her fist at me as she almost screamed, "Crucify the dirty bitch! Crucify her!"
As if everyone else had been waiting for those words, every throat joined her in yelling, "Crucify her! Crucify her! Crucify her!" They quickly began chanting in unison, and Mistress Chantal smiled in satisfaction for a long time as she listened to her friends. At last she raised her hands for silence, and when she could at last be heard, she nodded towards the audience as she said, "I agree. So be it."
I was then led to the cross, and my lifeless body was turned to face away from it. Mistress Chantal helped me stand on the box, and then a man came walking from behind one of the curtains that hung at each side of the stage. He was carrying two step stools, which he placed on the floor, one under each end of the upper crosspiece. As he stepped back, my Mistress and Lorraine climbed the stools, and when I had raised my arms as ordered, they fastened the cuffs around my wrists.
As soon as my arms had been secured, Mistress Chantal told me to bend my knees enough that my bottom would be resting on top of the short pipe with the pins sticking out of it. I did that, and then had my first experience ever with sitting on a sedile, and believe me, it is not at all pleasant!
Mistress Chantal and Lorraine then got off the step stools. They knelt beside the box that I was standing on, and then before I could even imagine what they were going to do, they each took one of my ankles and pulled my feet widely apart.
When I had been spread enough, my knees were placed in the metal stirrups and buckled in place, and I was truly humiliated to have my cunt spread so wide while all those strangers stared at it.
The last part of my preparation came when Lorraine took both my ankles and drew them together. That had the effect of not only spreading my cunt even more, but also of making my knees face outward, which made them complain and start to ache within seconds. When Lorraine had drawn my feet together and held them with the soles facing one another, Mistress Chantal used the piece of rope to tie my ankles together, which left my toes a few inches above the box where I had been standing.
After she and Lorraine had regained their feet and faced the audience, she said, "The little bitch has been crucified like you wanted. Can you think of anything else that should be done to punish her?"
Again several voices cried our with their suggestions, but after a few seconds the cry of, "Whip her! Whip her! Whip her!" was being chanted by every throat.
My Mistress turned to me and smiled in that sultry was she has that just drives me crazy, then whispered, "I hope you remember this the next time I piss in your mouth."
She then picked up the flogger, raised it above her head, and brought it crashing down across one of my tits. Before I could even think to cry out with the pain she had given me, she raised it again, and that time the thongs found my other tit.
Then, as if only one huge voice were doing it, every throat in the room cried out, "Whip! Whip! Whip!" Mistress timed her strokes to the cadence of the chanting, and as the thongs found my tits in turn, and then worked their way down to my cunt, they left a trail of reddening stripes on my body.
I have no idea how long I was whipped, but Lissie has always said it wasn't much more than two minutes before Mistress Chantal dropped the whip and fell to her knees in front of me. As she licked the pain from my cunt, I felt my body forcing itself toward her and all her friends, as if offering itself to whatever else they wanted done to it.
And then the next thing I knew, I started to climax, and according to Lissie and her mom, I just went crazy. They said I actually screamed as I had my orgasm, but I don't remember doing that, so they're probably making it up just to embarrass me even more.
The next thing I knew, I was being released from the cross, and then with my arms over the shoulders of Mistress Chantal and Lorraine, I was half carried, half dragged to the front of the stage. At that point, the Manager took over, and I quickly realized that my punishment was not yet at an end.
When she had the attention of every onlooker, the Manager said, "Now it's time for the part of the evening where my wonderful friends will do their best to support our favorite club. The AUCTION!
That brought a round of applause, which quickly faded when the woman raised her hands to call for silence. When she had their attention, she continued, "Mistress Chantal has given me permission to remind you that our club does not have limits when it comes to what may be done to any slave you purchase. So, bid accordingly, and remember that every dollar paid for her goes directly to support this wonderful place."
That marked the beginning of bid after bid being placed for my services for the night. The end came several minutes later, when the final, winning bid was called out by an older couple seated right in front of where I was standing. I could not help noticing, as they stood and walked forward to take possesion of their new "toy" that his penis was engorged so much that the distended head actually glistened in the light from the fixtures attached to the ceiling above. That same light sparkled off the juices that coated her inner thighs, every time she took a step. There was no question both were highly aroused with thoughts of what they would soon be doing to me, but more than frightening me, it made my own nipples become even more erect, and my breathing become more rapid.
As my temporary owners stood waiting for me at the bottom of the steps, Mistress Chantal led me down to them. She handed my leash to the woman, said only, "Try to teach her correct obedience, Marian," and then joined with her friends as they folded up the chairs and piled them off to the sides of the room. As I was led through the doors I looked back over my shoulder, to see everyone dragging large, padded mats from another room, and placing them on the floor, for what I later learned was the upcoming orgy.
That's what happened at the club to punish me for failing my Mistress like I did. I can assure you that the next time she sat on my lips, I did everything in my power to swallow every drop of her pee. Since I haven't again been punished like that, I guess I must have done it correctly that time.
On our next visit to Canada, I was taken to Mistress Chantal's home in Quebec. There I was introduced to the most-beautiful thing I'd ever seen, which was an antique bondage closet that had been cast from glass back in the 19th century, and had been passed down to her by her mother before her, who had received it from her mother, and so on. If you would like to hear how it was used to train me to perform full toilet service, I'll be glad to tell you. Right now I'm going to send this letter to you. It's already too long, and you're undoubtedly bored from reading all those words.
Love,
Sharon
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