Conditioning of a Scat Slave - Part 2: An Odd Preparation

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Part 2 – An Odd Preparation

July 7 was finally here and Claudia was somewhere in rural England; about 5 minutes from Mistress Eva’s farm according to Google. After three trains from central London, her last medium of travel was an old bus. Each time it hit a bump on the poorly maintained country road, it exacerbated Claudia’s feeling of anxiety. A mind running rife with paranoia and growing concerns about nobody knowing where she was going to be this weekend. For all she knew she could be wandering right into a serial killer’s masterful trap. She reasoned by reminding herself that she did find Mistress Eva on (what seemed like a credible) paid members’ website, but that was by no means a guarantee.

Claudia packed only a small carry bag with a towel and some toiletries to wash up afterwards. Now she was wondering if she’d brought everything she needed. How long she would ultimately stay at Mistress Eva’s farm? It’s not like she had any past experiences to go by, and Mistress Eva hadn’t exactly elaborated a great deal in her messages.

Was she even dressed appropriately? What do people wear to a scat session? Claudia assumed she’d be naked for the session, but she desperately wanted to make a good impression on Mistress Eva. Now she worried that her (relatively short) peach-colored dress would be too vanilla in its image. At least she had some lacey underwear hidden underneath to balance it out; an ensemble that included bra, frilled panties, suspenders, and netted stockings all matched together by the pure white of their color. Claudia wasn’t what most would consider short, but she did have a complex about her height, therefore she finished off her outfit with a pair of tall, stiletto sandals with a ribbon bow on the ankle strap; white of course. They were her favorite, but would her ‘look’ be too ‘cute’ in the eyes of a Mistress?

As the bus pulled into her stop she paused her inhibitions to wrap her soft, small fingers around her bag and disembarked. The peach color of her nail polish whizzed about as she adjusted Google Maps to get her bearings, only to realize the residence was straight ahead. It looked far more like a mansion than it did a farm, with an extremely long driveway. Claudia could feel her heart percussing violently throughout the long walk and it only intensified when she rang the doorbell. That was when it officially felt like the point of no return.

As the door swung open Claudia immediately blushed. Though she wasn’t dressed in bondage attire, Mistress Eva was even more imperious in the flesh as she appeared in her picture. Her stern and elegant hands pressed each side of the doorway as she looked down upon her new subordinate.

“So you’re Claudia?” she purred. Her accent was distinctly English, but there was a hint of red-fired southern European; with her olive skin and jet black hair.

“Yes……yes Mistress,” she stuttered.
Mistress Eva gave a sarcastic laugh, “Well you are quite a petite little thing. Follow.”
Claudia couldn’t distinguish whether or not that was a compliment.

Her new Mistress led her through the large house until she gulped at the sight of a man coming out from another room. It had never even dawned on her to ask if anyone else would be involved.
“This is who you picked? Really?” he said with a look of mild annoyance. Claudia froze solid. “She looks like she’s going to run for the hills at the first chance.”


“No she won’t.” assured Mistress Eva as she cupped a firm hand under Claudia’s chin before giving her cheeks a strong squeeze. “She’ll do just fine, besides I like a bit of a challenge.”

“Well, you better hope Little Bo Peep here doesn’t freak out,” grunted the man. “It’ll be a huge disappointment if she does. Could damage our excellent reputation, especially yours,” he warned.

“Don’t worry Robert, I’ll get this cute little bitch toilet trained in no time, besides, I actually take more pleasure in destroying the timid ones,” she smirked.

That gave Claudia an unmistakable chill and she was sure it was evident on her face. So confused about what was happening, but unable to utter a single word; let alone a question. Now she was scared of disappointing Mistress Eva and proving Robert right, which would probably still anger him. Claudia had no palpable idea about how to deal with the current or ensuing situation. Mistress Eva, still holding Claudia’s face, squeezed a little harder to force a pout from Claudia’s already plump lips.
“Come with me Little Bo Peep,” she said as though talking to an infant. Claudia obliged while silently praying her session wouldn’t involve Robert.

Claudia was led to a room where she was instructed to leave her bag.
“Let’s get you prepped,” grinned Mistress Eva as she violently removed Claudia’s dress. Claudia was certain she heard it tear. Mistress Eva wasn’t perturbed by Claudia’s outfit, nor what lie beneath, but she left everything other than Claudia’s peach dress on her body. Claudia’s palpitations were thundering now. She thought it unthinkable that Mistress Eva couldn’t hear them, but she was too occupied with the metal collar that she was fitting tightly around Claudia’s neck. It was thick and heavy at the back as a couple of large screw holes on each side caught Claudia’s eye before it snapped on.
“Interesting,” she thought and paid it no more mind. At the front, the collar was attached to a thick chain and as soon as it was locked in, Mistress Eva began.

“Right bitch!” she shouted, using the chain to pull Claudia with a breath’s distance.
“As of now you are my toilet slave, nothing more than a worthless, disgusting toilet who will serve as I demand.” With that said Mistress Eva tugged on the chain and dragged Claudia into another massive dungeon-like room filled with enough bondage devices and equipment to satisfy the most disturbed deviant.

Claudia, now starting to feel slightly out of her depth, was trying her best to keep her composure. She trembled as she watched, then felt Mistress Eva’s warm hands on her waist before they slid down her legs to remove Claudia’s panties. She then stuffed them in their entirety in Claudia’s mouth.
“Keep these in here, slut, we’ll need them later,” she commanded. Claudia, now gagged with her own underwear, gave a muffled groan as the Mistress pulled her breasts out of her bra by the nipples; leaving them perched above the cups. More moans followed as her nipples met with cold steel clamps, linked together by a slender chain.

Next out was metal chastity belt, it was one of those that had a thick strip that ran down the crotch and around the waist. The crotch section had 2 openings in it that were clearly for the anus and vagina, which seemed somewhat contradictory considering the objective of a chastity belt. Mistress Eva spread Claudia’s ass as wide as possible, pushing the cold metal deep between her cheeks so that it was tight and snug. Claudia was compounded in confusion, it didn’t seem like she was getting prepped for a scat session at all, but at least there was no sight of Robert. Claudia was distracted enough in her thoughts to not notice Mistress Eva lubing up an inflatable anal plug.
“You’ve never been penetrated in your ass before, have you? Well I’m not fooled by your faux innocence, you’re nothing but a whore whose asshole begs to be filled.” Mistress was right about one thing, she’d never had so much as a finger up there.

Claudia moaned and bit down on her panties as the plug was forced through the opening in the belt and up her virgin rectum. Her moans only got louder with each pump as she felt the walls of her asshole enlarge.
“Now let’s leave that in there for a while to stretch, shall we?” said Mistress Eva before reaching for a large metal dildo. It too went through the other opening and deep into her vagina, however the dildo was clearly made as part of the chastity belt. It had a metal base and once it was flush with the belt, Claudia felt Mistress Eva clamping it in and tightening some kind of screws. When she was done, the belt and the dildo felt like one entity. Albeit much larger than any of her past boyfriends’ penises, it actually felt good and she had a creeping sensation that she might just start enjoying the experience.

Her thoughts may have been premature though, as Mistress Eva deflated the rubber anal plug and replaced it with a metal one that looked like 4 steel balls welded together. The balls gradually got larger towards the base. Claudia felt waves of pain as each ball slipped through the rim of her anus. The last one felt like the size of tennis ball, not helped either by the coarse manner with which it was inserted. The anal plug also locked into the chastity belt, just as neatly as the dildo had. Claudia, at the height of sensitivity, could feel the screws tightening all the way through her rectum.

“You’re probably enjoying having your cunt and ass stuffed. Well you better hope you don’t need to shit or piss because that won’t be coming off any time soon.”
This was a problem. In the nervousness of the last 2 days Claudia had not been able to take a shit, subconsciously she also thought the Mistress might ask her to shit during the session. But now, with the anal plug shoved far into her canal, her bowel movements were starting to ask questions she couldn’t answer. Claudia couldn’t see her own shit on the inflatable plug as it was removed, she only felt Mistress Eva wiping something clean on the back of her white stockings.

Mistress Eva picked up what looked like some kind of toolbox and started pulled Claudia along cumbersomely by her chain and collar. For a moment she wondered what her parents, sister, and close friends would think if they knew she was currently double penetrated, with her panties in her mouth, about to be defecated on by a woman she met online. In her best effort she dismissed all that and tried going with the flow. She had wanted this for a while. She had convinced herself of that, just as she had convinced herself that she shouldn’t negate or suppress her desires.

It was so hard for her to walk in her heels with those insertions, but strangely, despite the pain and the growing need to shit she could feel her vagina getting wetter. She knew she was getting close what she’d fantasized about for a while now, but then she cast her mind back to trepidation. She hadn’t even organized a safe word. She’d barely spoken 3 words the whole time she was there. What if she did freak out in the middle of the session, like Robert had insinuated?

There were certain elements that weren’t adding up. Mistress Eva was still dressed in plain clothes and why she was still in most of hers? She needed her underwear for the trip home, surely it’d all be removed before the session, she hoped. And what of the strange conversation she’d had with Robert earlier?

“Oh God no,” she thought to herself. “Don’t tell me this whole time she was preparing me for him?”

Claudia had a feeling she’d soon find out.
 

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