Saturday, 5PM

Rested and bathed, I looked through my wardrobe to pick the outfit for dinner. I brought a new mini-dress that I was hoping he'd like. Something black that tied at the back of my neck, with an open back and little capped sleeves, and a flowing line that gently caressed my

curves, without being skin tight. I could not wear a bra with the dress and feeling the material over my pierced nipples sent jolts through my body with almost each movement.

Finishing it with fish-net tight high, a silky thong and 9cm high heel mary-janes I worked on the make up.

For a change I thought to wear fake eyelashes, and after struggling with the glue, I managed to position them, and with some well applied eye-liner and mascara, I felt actually impressed with my eyes. A nice red lipstick to finish the look and I sat on the bed, waiting.

Right then the door opened and Sir walked in.
With a side glance in my direction, he headed to the bathroom.
"Come. I need you to bathe me."
Surprised, shocked and a bit hurt, I knew that complaining was not an option, and I quickly undressed and hoping not to mess up the make up, I headed to the bathroom.

"I don't like waiting." a quick hard slap across my face.
"Do a thorough job. Don't rush. And don't make me late for dinner." With that, he turned his back to me and turned the hot water on. Grabbing the soap and wash cloth, I started lathering his back, while water splashed uncaring all over me, my head and my face. Turning around to have his front washed, he added another face slap.

"Just because." and looking away from me "Nice eyelashes. You'll need to fix them. Smeared like that, you look like a cheap whore."
I knelt down to wash his legs and once done he turned the water off.
"Suck me."

Pushing all thoughts about what I needed to do all over again to be ready for dinner, I started sucking him.
"Drink" and with that the familiar bitter and acre taste of piss filled my mouth and I tried to swallow as fast as possible, gagging and spilling it down my chin and chest.

Done and washed up, he left me in the tub with a last order.
"Clean up. Fix the make up and get ready. I'm leaving in 15 minutes."

Knowing that there was nothing left to save of my previous make up, I took the fake eyelashes off, washed all the make off, counted my blessing as I had the presence to wear a cap to protect my hair and washed my chest being careful not to hit the nipples.

There was no time to waste, and bringing my make up out with me (the mirror was fogged and useless so I'd have to use the one in the outside room) I left the bathroom and put my clothes back on, all the way down to the shoes.

Standing in front of the mirror to work on the make up, I could see Sir walking toward the door.
"5 minutes." and he walked out. The sound of the engine told me he was waiting in the car.

Trying not to mess up the eyeliner, I applied the fake-eyelashes, mentally telling myself how stupid was to put eyeliner before gluing the eyelashes. Lack was on my side, and even with shaky hands I succeeded to apply the eyelashes at the first try. Mascara on, I quickly grabbed my coat and back and walked out with the lipstick in my hand.

I just had barely time to sit that he locked the doors.
"The lipstick is not on yet. 50 extra strokes as punishment" and with that he started driving away. I had to wait until we reached the main street before I could try to apply the lipstick. And trying not to make a mess, I managed to put it on before we reached our destination, a small but incredibly luxurious looking building, with a little sign next to the door.

Inside, the low lights showed a corridor with several doors, all leading to private dining areas. The concierge took our coats and lead us to our room. The excitement and the fabric of the dress rubbing on my pierced nipples had made them stand up, and I tried self-consciously to hide behind Sir, but he firmly pushed me ahead of him, in clear view of our guide.

I saw his eyes taking in the sight, and professionally ignore the obvious fact that I was braless and my pierced nipples were showing through, in a country were everybody wears padded bras and not a hint of a nipple is ever visible.

For some reason with my attention focused on my nipples, I suddenly realized that my back was showing welts and bruises. Something ever harder to explain and hide. Blushing with the realization we sat at the dinner table and the champagne arrived.
No menu, no asking what we wanted. Everything was already set up.
"Cheers" and with a light clinging of the glasses I took a sip.

Delicious food arrived, elegantly, calmly, the waiter never looking at me. Without a word we ate and with each bite the apprehension for what was yet to come made swallowing harder and harder and the embarrassment for my nipples and marking felts as the least of my worries.

Saturday 9 PM

Back in the car, we drove back yet again without a word. Now my heart was beating so hard and my mouth feeling so dry that I feared I was going to faint. At the entrance of the private street that led to the cottage Sir stopped the car and opened the passenger door.
"Out. You are walking back."

Alone at the entrance, the car drove, leaving me in almost complete darkness, the faint moon-light seeping through the trees the only guide to my steps.

I did not understand what was happening. But I knew I better start walking. Shacking slightly in the cold, and trying not to trip on my heels, I started my climb back. The street to the concierge was paved and easy to walk, but the path to our cottage was unpaved, much more narrower and dark. Still there was nothing to do but walk. One step after the other.

Suddenly I saw a light dancing in the trees. The darkness, the tension, all contributed to create a crescent sense of panic and I started to walk faster, trying to understand where the light was coming and more important going.

My breath heavy, panic rising, I tripped over the uneven pavement, breaking my stockings and scratching my left knee. Still the light seemed to get closer and in my frantic mind it seemed as if I heard the panting of a big animal together with the shuffling of feet and paws.

Trying to stay calm, I resumed walking as fast as possible. I could see the cottage in front of me, just 10 more meters. But the lights were off and I could not see Sir's car. Panic rising once again a hand grabbed me by my hair and with a hand pressed against my mouth threw me face down to the ground. I tried to get up, to bite the hand, to scream, to free myself, but I was just not strong enough.

One hand on my mouth, one knee on my back, the other hand just ripped my thongs off before taking the place of the knee in keeping me down.

My mind was going blank, I was not sure what was happening. I desperately prayed for Sir to arrive, to rescue me, to stop whomever this person was.
"Always slow" and while recollection was dawning on me, he impaled himself in my ass.
My hands flying around, my knees scraping on the ground, the pain of the assault, it felt like it took forever before he came.

I was filthy, I was a mess, the dress, the stockings, dirty and tattered. Make up and dirt mixing on my face.
"Up". Without much cerimony I'm dragged by my hair back inside, thrown on a rag positioned next to the bed, I'm collared and leashed to the bed's leg. A tattered blanket and a ball of water next to me.

"You are too filthy for the bed and I'm too tired to wait for you to clean up. Try not to make too much noise." And with that Sir went to clean himself up to the bathroom while I tried to recall my wits. I had to pee. I would not be able to make it through the night.

Hoping on a act of mercy, I waited for Sir to come back and apologizing I asked to be allowed to pee. He waited the situation and his options while I waited kneeling, eyes low to the ground.
"Go out. Get done and come back quickly." and with that he untied the leash.

Crawling as fast as possible, I headed out of the cottage, and in a dark spot around the corner, I peed, trying not to splash my shoes and leash. With the pee, tension also left my body and shacking I started crying. There was not time to feel sorry for myself, and cleaning up with a torn off piece of the dress, I rushed quickly back to my rag and blanket, next to Sir's bed.

Without a word he secured the leash, laid down, turned the light off, and turned his back to me.

Authors: Musing of X

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