3/12/2018 2:45:59 PM: i wish i was sucking cock right now.

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8/19/2017 5:08:06 AM: If only someone was coming to take me away forever tonight

6/8/2017 1:20:05 PM: 'Serving' It stands in the corner of the room.   It has recently returned from its third breast surgery in the past year. Its breasts have been expanded from nothing at all, to a minimally-acceptable E. Nipple-stretching has now started. A barbel sits horizontally through each nipple, in front of a stretching ring. Master intends to pull each one out to at least half an inch.   Its cock and balls have also been enlarged, although of course they remain in strict chastity. Heavy weights are being used to slowly stretch its scrotum, and a stainless steel tube linked to its cock piercings keeps its cock nicely unusable but its sensitive head tenderly exposed. It has a hollow urethral sound, with a rubber tube slipped over the end. Today the other end of the tube is midway down its throat. Recycling.   A wide plastic tube keeps its anus permanently open. Master replaces it with a wider tube at the start of each month. If it were fucked, the hard plastic would ensure it would feel no pleasure.   Its head is shaved, better to fit the rubber hoods it usually wears. Its lips are tattooed permanently with bright red “lipstick”, its eyebrows tattooed on, its eyes tattooed with “eyeshadow”. No need to make it up every morning. Its teeth have been removed; its tongue is pierced with a line of studs. At the end of the line, a ring can be used for bondage or for a leash. A posture collar saves it from the stress and worry of having to decide which way its head might face.   It balances carefully in ankle-length ballet boots over latex stockings. The locking ankle cuffs over the top of the boots are superfluous for bondage purposes, but provide a handy anchoring point, or somewhere to attach a chain to ensure it does not get above its station by taking too large a step at any point. Its feet have been continually in ballet boots of one form or another, other than when it is being cleaned, for about 10 months now.   Its arms are behind its back, in a tight heavy rubber armbinder, its hands in rubber bondage mittens. Occasionally it is allowed some movement in its arms, but when not necessary, this is its usual restraint. Cinching in the straps pushes its fresh new breasts proudly forward for everyone to enjoy. Its hands are rarely out of the bondage mittens, unless it has been dressed in latex gloves and told to fondle a cock.   It is not blindfolded today, but its eyes stare forward emptily. The room is busy, but it does not let itself make eye contact with any of the people or slaves in the room. It learned very quickly that making eye contact with a person was a crime that would invite very severe punishments. After one such, it has never been able to speak, and knows it must not risk whatever it might lose next for another transgression. Today it is waiting to be an intimate toilet servant – when any of the people in the room need it, it must go and serve with mouth and tongue, however they need or require. Some visitors will just use it quickly and clinically. Others will use it, then expect it to keep “cleaning” them until they reach orgasm. Some more will deliberately tease it, moving their hips as their anus dilates to try to decorate the toilet's face with their shit. They know that if the toilet does not manage to swallow everything, that if anything is left on its face, it will automatically attract a dirty punishment. One of the visitors today owns a stud of horses, and owes the toilet's Master a favour...   One of the guests walks up to the toilet, and takes hold of the ring on its collar to lead it away to the bathroom. One of the more cruelly teasing guests. She has a glint in her eye, as she takes the toilet away...