Jamie is taken Part 2

feeling of hopelessness and disgust he realized that it was his own

waste, expelled as his bowels had given up. Now a command came from

Master, his voice booming down from above: "Clean up your disgusting

mess, you revolting little slave shit." Seeing no other options he heard

himself croak: "Master, yes Master. Master, at once Master." Then he

began eating his own waste. It was every bit as disgusting as he had

imagined, but he knew he had to do it. And not only because Master would

probably kill him if he didn't, but also because he felt that he in a

strange way had to prove his worth to the man.


When he had finally licked the floor clean of his own waste, Jamie lay

on the floor fighting to keep his disgusting meal down. Without a sound

Master's hand grabbed him by the hair and dragged Jamie, now completely

limp with emotional exhaustion and submission, to the corner of the

dungeon where there was a large washbasin made of stainless steel. Still

not speaking and clearly expecting nothing but docile obedience from

Jamie, Master washed his mouth with industrial strength soap. The taste

was truly horrible and burned his mouth, but Jamie was grateful for it.

Anything to rid him of the taste of shit.


When he had finished washing Jamie's disgusting mouth, Master led Jamie

to the opposite corner of the dungeon, to an arrangement of posts

embedded in the floor. "Since you are my property," Master began, "I

know that you love being tortured by me, that you love everything I do

to you, no matter how painful or degrading." The tone of Master's voice

alerted Jamie, already beginning to be in tune with his owner's demands,

and he knew what was expected of him: "Master, yes Master," he whispered

in terror, keeping his eyes down for fear of looking Master in the eye.

This was clearly not good enough for Master. He grabbed Jamie's chin

forcefully, brought his face close to Jamie's and shouted: "Useless