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Working at Club U
Author’s Note: I was inspired for this story idea by the story ?Piss Boy? by Kittylee that I read in GaggedUtopia’s Archives. I would like to thank her for giving me this idea.
Since Master Greg moved in several months ago and had brought his slave girl Lilly, he and my Mistress/wife spent most of their time playing with her. I still had my household duties to perform but Mistress Alene was renting me out to her friends from the Femdom Club more and more. On Tuesday morning while I was serving them coffee dressed in my French Maid’s uniform Mistress Alene informed me that she had made arrangements for me to serve at Club U this weekend. One of her friends that I had worked for as a maid was a frequent patron of this Femdom themed club and had mentioned that they were always looking for new male and sissy subs to serve there.
While Lilly slowly sucked Master Greg’s morning hardon, a duty that used to be mine, I was told that a shift at the club ran from Thursday morning until Sunday morning. I would report to the club a 10:00 am on Thursday and would be the property of the club until they released me. The club catered to some very unusual fetishes and I would be punished if I did not obey all orders given to me.
As instructed by my Mistress I reported to Club U’s service entrance at 10:00 am Thursday morning. I was met by 2 female employees and brought into a locker room. I was instructed to strip completely and place all of my belongings in the locker they assigned to me. I was wearing one of my sissy skirt and top outfits that mistress had provided for me during my feminization and training. I was always dressed in dresses, skirts or hot pants with heels and makeup even though I could not pass as a female but I was easily identified as a sissy submissive. I was allowed to use the washroom to remove my makeup and to comb out my hair and tie it back in a pony tail. Once all of my clothes and possessions were placed in the locker one of the women closed and locked it with a padlock, keeping the key herself.
The women took turns informing me about the club and my duties. Club U was actually Club Urine. It was a member’s only club exclusively for women, dominant women and was themed around pee games. My first duty station would be in the lounge. Before we started over there they grabbed my hands and cuffed them behind my back. I would be joining the rest of the males assigned to that room. I would be installed under one of the tables. The women who entered the lounge would all be wearing skirts and no panties or pantyhose. The chairs were constructed with a catch basin under the seat. The women could drink as much as they wanted and were not required to leave their seats to relieve themselves, they were encouraged to pee into the basins. Each basin was connected by a tube to a special hood that I would be wearing and it was my job to swallow all of their golden pee. The hood was transparent latex except for the built-in blindfold so I was recognizable but would not be able to see who was sitting at the table or be able to see the superior women’s private parts. I would be equipped with an external or ?Texas? catheter so I would be able to empty my bladder when ever I needed to. I was informed that I would be on duty from the time the lounge opened in the afternoon until it closed at 2:00 am. All twenty tables in the lounge would be equipped with a piss boy and we would all receive heavy use. Also interesting was the fact that every male submissive had paid the club $500 for the privilege of being degraded, abused, and humiliated for the weekend and for most, this was not their first time here.
I was brought over to one of the tables and the women moved it to one side. Where the table had stood was a clear lexan circle with a hole in it’s middle about the size of my neck. The cover lifted off in two pieces revealing a shallow pit about 3 feet deep and 3 feet in diameter. The held onto my arms and lifted me down into the pit. A set of 6 small lights came on, illuminating the interior of the pit. One of the women jumped down into the pit with me. She proceeded to place a set of chained cuffs on my ankles and then retrieved the Texas Catheter and rolled it onto my cock, it had a tube connected to the end which led to a connector on the lower wall of the pit. She buckled a latex bag over my balls and made sure it was tight. Two wires led from the bag to a connector panel on the wall of the pit. Next she lubed and inserted a large metal butt plug in my ass, it also had a wire that led to the connector panel. She helped me kneel down and locked a short chain between my wrist and ankle chains so I could not stand up. I was told that the catheter tube led to a holding tank for my piss and that the bag on my nuts and the butt plug were capable of delivering electrical shocks to my genitals. They were controlled float valves in each of the 4 basins in the chairs attached to the table and would deliver severe shocks to me if the level of piss rose too high in the basins so blocking the feeding tube in the hood with my tongue was a bad idea. The lights in my pit would remain on for the entire night to entertain the ladies. They then proceeded to place the hood on my head. This one had a small tube in the back where they used a hook to pull out my pony tail. I noticed that the table had 4 seats but the hood had 5 short tubes sticking out in the front. I was sure that the fifth tube was not a good thing for me. The hood was equipped with short hollow tubes that were inserted into my nostrils so breathing was not going to be a problem. The feeding tube was short and mounted in a mouth guard and I was told that this was so that I would be able to taste the piss as I swallowed it.
I felt the woman climb out of the pit and then felt the two halves of the lexan cover move back in place, trapping my latex covered head. I heard a scraping sound as the table was move back into place with my head under the center pedestal. Next I felt the tubes on my hood get manipulated as I assumed they were connected to tubes leading from the basins. I was now ready for my shift, naked, blind and bound, kneeling in a lighted pit in the floor and connected to the built in seat urinals.
I don’t know how long I knelt there but I became aware of feminine voices very close to me. I had my first customers at my table. I could hear the women talking but the hood muffled their voices so I could not understand what they were saying. It didn’t take long before the first of their piss flowed down the tubes and into my mouth. I began swallowing the bitter, acrid fluid from their bodies. On several occasions, Mistress had me swallow a mouthful of her pee but never this much.
I sensed that the women left the table after leaving their piss for me to drink but they were quickly replaced by more, they sat at the table in two’s three’s and four’s and pissed in their basins. The flow of femdom urine was almost constant and I struggled to keep up, not wanting to find out how the punishment shocks would feel. I was beginning to struggle to swallow all the piss because my belly was now full, fortunately it seemed to flow to my bladder and I began almost constantly peeing. For hours, this was my world, drinking and peeing. I did fall behind on several occasions and felt the burning fire of the punishment shocks on my nuts and in my ass. I guessed that electrodes reversed polarity with each shock since sometimes it felt like my nuts were exploding in my sack and other times it felt like they here hit by a large hammer. All I know is that each shock left me weak and shaking and determined not to let it happen again.
Finally my shift in the pit was over and I was removed from the pit. They had removed the chain from between my cuff chains but the hand and ankle cuffs remained. I expected to be placed in a cell or cage until it was time for my next shift but I found out I was not done yet. My keepers removed my hood but replaced it with a gag that was also equipped with a feeding tube and connected my catheter tube to my feeding tube. I was going to be forced to recycle my piss, at least for a while. A large container was removed from the side of the pit that was about three quarters full with amber liquid. I was told that that was my piss from my time in the pit. They hung it from a strap the placed over my head and led me off hauling my own urine. I was brought into a white-tiled room with the other piss slaves from the lounge and what appeared to be another 20 slaves. We were all gagged and carrying a jug of piss. My keepers took delight in telling me that Club U was a green facility and that we would be recycling my piss and collecting it for use later on this weekend. Mounted in the floor was a huge collection drum and we were led up to it in groups of 5. I watched as the catheter tubes were uncoupled from the gags and directed into the collection drum. Women then connected the slaves gag tubes to the jug that the slave was carrying and hoisted it upside down up to about head height. Each slave was forced to drink his own piss from the jug and recycle it into the collection drum. I was in the last group of five and by the time I was led up to the collection tank I had already pissed and drank several times. It was a relief to know that this was the last time I would have to swallow the pee I was carrying and watching the stream flow from the end of the catheter tube into the collection tank fascinated me. I drank as fast as I could, just wanting the ordeal to be over. I forgot that I would be here until Sunday and I would be on duty again for two more nights.
I finally finished the contents of the jug and my handlers decided that my bladder had drained enough. I was taken to another room where the gag and catheter were removed and we joined the rest of the piss boys receiving enemas and being fed and watered. Afterwards we were placed in cages that were stacked along the wall. I was placed in a cage on the bottom row. I had barely been locked in when one of the piss boys above me pissed and the warm fluid dripped down on me. The upper cages were made of metal grids but my cage had lexan on the bottom and sides that would hold the liquid. I huddled in a fetal position and tried to rest under my shower of pee.
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