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iwillserveu -> Mistress's funnel (2/16/2004 5:31:47 PM)
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The usual disclaimer applies. This is written in first person but is not autobiographical.
i hate the funnel. It is taped in place in my mouth with duct tape around that goes around my head.
i am in my wrist restraints and spreader bar. The spreader bar is chained to an eyebolt hidden under a radiator in Mistress’s room. My hands are on either side of a toilet like structure, secured to the side. My head is inside. Mistress sits on it and a funnel runs into my mouth.
i can handle her peeing on my face. This, however, really sucks.
What’s worse is i was asleep. She secured me like this, said, “Good night,” and put a blanket on me.
Despite my mouth drying out, i fell asleep.
i was awoken by the sound of her sitting on the toilet seat above my head. i was never good at the beer bong in college, but i tried to let it go down my throat without letting it register on my tongue.
No such luck. i was reduced to using my tongue to hold up the flow. Of course with my tongue stopping the flow, swallowing was a chore.
i hear her get off the seat and go back to bed.
Through my next chug i hear her say, “Good night,” and giggle.
i’m glad one of us is enjoying this.
Geez, her piss tastes like, well, piss. i’d puke if i could. God, i hate this funnel. i need to brush my teeth. i need Scope. i need lots of stuff. This is pushing the envelope. i’ll do it, but she better damn well appreciate it.
My next glug i realize how much i hate piss. At least she didn’t do a damn single thread restraint and tell me not break the thread. i couldn’t take that. i test the restraints again and remind myself to thank Mistress for that bit of kindness.
i do the next glug and feel the cold night air and swallow more easily with my tongue. I fantasize about her untying me and sending me to the bathroom and to my bed. Unfortunately i know she is already asleep.
i can make a lot of noise, but then she’ll untie my mouth, lock a gag in. and decide what punishment to meet out in the morning. i’ll gain nothing but a sore butt.
i hardly sleep knowing how i will be awaked when she has to go in the morning.
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