CNC Nightmare Chapter 1: Saturday Morning Horror
The subsequent day's occurrences are documented in this segment. Be sure to read Chapter One prior to understanding the whole picture. Note that this is a false narrative, not a diary. It centers around Consensual Non-Consensual games (CNC), so if that makes you uncomfortable, refrain from reading further.
I was chilled and shivering imprisoned in my cage. The residual urine that showered me had dried, along with the smell from the soggy puppy mat I sat on. I couldn't tell the time but it was soon before I heard footsteps upstairs. Mistress stormed into the room.
"My God, it stinks in here!"
She unlocked the cage and dragged me out by my hair, standing me up and leading me to the shower. Turning the taps, I winced under the freezing cold water.
"I'm not wasting hot water on you. You have three minutes - hurry up!"
I took the soap she threw at me and cleaned myself frantically under the relentless cold stream. The water was turned off, and a grimy towel was tossed at me.
"Dry yourself. I've used this towel already today but I'm not wasting a clean one on you."
As I dried, I was acutely aware of how hungry and thirsty I was. The last time I'd eaten or drunk was the day before. As I rubbed myself dry, I heard my stomach audibly rumble - much to the amusement of Mistress.
"It seems your pet is hungry and thirsty!"
I nodded vigorously, looking pleadingly at her.
"I think you should definitely drink something."
Suddenly, my gag was removed and I carefully bent over the toilet. The bowl was clean, and I told myself it was just water. I nosed into the water, relishing the sweet taste, but then Mistress flushed it. I coughed and sputtered, interrupted by the bucket of water over my head. The Mistress laughed as she wiped me down with her dirty towel and led me away. She commanded me to stay where I was, then left the bathroom and descended the stairs, taking me into the modern kitchen.
Louise was scrubbing the floor naked, apart from her collar. She didn't react to our entrance. The Mistress approached her and hoisted her head up, talking to her as if to a dog. My wife's eyes were red, clearly she'd been crying. The Mistress had let go of her overnight, to him. She cleaned her with a toothbrush and forced her to worship before the guests. I'm not sure exactly what happened but when he left, Louise was free to leave her room. She was still sore, abused, and enraged. Red marks streaked across her bottom and breasts, along with the evidence of a hard slap.
The Mistress joined me at the table. She made a drink, cooked me an omelette, sat down to eat and drank with me. It felt so unusual, dining casually at the kitchen table, above my sub scrubbing the floor. But it didn't last long as she slammed her plate on the floor and stopped me mid-breakfast.
"The little slut thinks she's been abused unfairly. She's here to serve us and our guests, nothing more!"
She grabbed my collar and pulled me to the room where we stayed overnight. It was a painful ordeal as I was restricted by my chastity cage and collar. No food, no drink since yesterday. We sat in silence as I devoured my breakfast, grateful to maintain my comfort. The Mistress watched Louise cleaning obediently, not paying any attention to me.
Soon after, she laid her plate aside and scolded Louise. "It seems this slave believes she was unjustly used last night."
When Louise didn't reply, she drew my gaze to the cane in her hand. I shuddered but as she was about to chastise her, Louise flinched nervously and said, "I'm sorry, anything you ask." The Mistress ended her defiance with a whack of the cane that left Louise gasping.
"Slacker bitch, you told me to clean this floor. Check out the mess near your feet now!"
Louise looked around in astonishment. She didn't see the food hitting the sparkling tiles, and I saw her eyes expand as she checked out the mess covered by the Madam's feet. Immediately, she awkwardly crouched low and walked over towards it with a cloth in her hand, attempting to clean it.
The Madam stomped her foot, sending Louise tumbling onto the floor.
"Don't be a dense jerk, you've got a wonderful tongue. Use it!"
I anthologized in astonishment as Louise moved back on her hands and knees, lowering her head to lick the floor mess. The Madam giggled.
"She was so high and mighty this morning, marching in here to whinge about the bedtime buddy I had chosen for. Look at her now, like a pig in a trough!"
The Madam tractioned Louise's hair and lifted her head, revealing her face smeared with grease and filth from the eggs and sauce on the floor, and streams of food stains on her face. The Madam swung her hand back and whacked Louise's face, letting go of her hair and she fell back to the floor, curled up into a little ball, and sobbing in distress. I felt sorry for her, but I noticed how throbbing my penis was, trapped in its cage as I witnessed my wife, who was a picture of perfection, in a grubby and dirty state on the floor.
The Madam chucked a carton of eggs at Louise, breaking them so the yolks landed in her hair. There was an open tin of beans on the side, and she knocked it over Louise's head, then she added a blend of it into Louise's hair by using her feet. More food followed - treacle, ketchup, and flour, until Louise was covered, crying on the floor, her body and hair greasy and grime-laden.
I couldn't intervene in any way - we had no safe word, and had mutually agreed to submit to any punishment the Madam intended over the weekend. Finally, the Madam finished her antics, and pulled me up by my collar, leading me out of the room, leaving Louise on the floor in her sadness. As we headed into the subsequent room, we encountered the giant obese fat man that she had been forced to sleep next to after entertaining customers all evening. Louise was commanded to sleep beside him, forced on her back under the weight of his repulsive body, and violated by him yet again before he exited. Now he strolled into the kitchen, a large grin on his face as he unbuckled his belt.
The Madam paused, and we swiveled to see him drop his trousers to his ankles and kneel behind the gross slipperiness that was my wife. Her whimpers turned to screams as he tore into her, and she violently squirmed momentarily before he enabled his enormous stomach to pin her down and continued fucking her there. The Madam pulled me away again, pushing the door shut to muffle the roars from the next room, taking me into the tranquil quiet of the lounge room.