Chapter 4
It was already too late when Erika arrived at the Whitcomb home the next morning. They were expecting her. She had made an appointment for ten AM and showed up promptly. This day, she was dressed more casually in a khaki skirt, pink cotton blouse and sandals. She reasoned that she should not dress formally for her field visits since she would be visiting people in their homes where they would likely be dressed casually.
By the time she arrived to check on Symphony, however, the slave already had a belly full of pee.
“I’m afraid we may have purchased defective merchandise,” said Heath after they sat down at the table on the patio.
“Yes,” added Heather. “She’s perfect in so many ways. But there is a flaw. And now, we have no way of knowing how many other flaws exist.”
“I’m surprised,” said Erika. “Slave number 090003 screened perfectly for your profile. Tell me what happened.”
The two owners described the events. Frequently, one would start a sentence while the other finished it, the way that married couples often do. But they were able to relate the events that had occurred so far with their slave.
The first day had gone well. The delivery went fine. They were exceedingly pleased with the quality of the object that was delivered to their home. They described how beautiful the girl was and how nicely she blushed.
Heath described how fuckable the girl was and how her nubile body was able to bring him back to erection so easily. Erika found it comical how Heather kept finishing Heath’s sentences as he talked about his climaxes even though she had not been a participant or even a witness.
The problem occurred this morning. They had studied the contract carefully. First, they did not want to violate the agreement in a way that could bring a lawsuit that could jeopardize their wealth. Second, and equally important, they wanted to respect the girl’s wishes and even help her explore things that she wanted to explore.
They had found some areas of mutual interest and they tried to introduce one this morning. Heath had a fantasy about having a human toilet. In her checklist, Symphony had indicated an interest in water sports. The match was perfect, or so they thought.
The girl had slept in their bed the night before. Since Heath had monopolized the girl for the afternoon, Heather claimed Symphony for the night. Heather slept in the middle of the bed and spooned with Symphony who now had her wrists bound in front of her and wore a collar. Heath slept behind Heather and was welcome to spoon with her or not. But Heather was determined to enjoy her new toy. She let her hands roam freely over the smooth, supple flesh until sleep finally overwhelmed her.
It was in the morning that disaster struck. Heath woke up with a raging erection and he had to pee. He reached across his sleeping wife and shook Symphony awake. It took a few moments for Symphony to orient herself and recognize where she was but she quickly fell into role.
“Come girl,” whispered Heath. “I need relief.”
Symphony immediately understood that she was expected to service her new master and slipped out of bed. She walked around the bed to find him with his feet on the floor and leaning back slightly with his cock pointing outward.
“Kneel.”
She knelt. She didn’t even wait for the next command. She knew what was expected of her. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, wrapping her lips around the turgid shaft, letting it glide into her mouth.
“Drink it all,” he said.
She thought that command was odd. He must really be horny and almost ready to climax to say something like that so early. She looked up into his eyes and nodded with the cock between her lips.
Then, he let loose. It was just a little bit at first. He did not want her to spill any. He would feed her a little bit of his piss at a time.
She felt the warm liquid in her mouth and was surprised again. He lasted even less time than she expected. But then she tasted the liquid. It was not viscous or salty. It was watery and almost tasteless.
He had peed in her mouth, she suddenly realized! She pulled back and spit the liquid out, spraying it across his legs and the side of the bed. “Eeewwwww!!!! That’s gross!!!”
“Continue, girl,” he said softly. “But swallow this time.”
“No way!!!” she shouted. This woke up Heather who sat up in bed and looked around groggily.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“The girl refuses to relieve me.”
Heather looked at Symphony. “Is that true, pet?”
“He peed in my mouth, Mistress!” she exclaimed. “That’s gross!!!”
Heather nodded. “Yes, I’m sure it is. I would never let someone do that to me. But I’m not a slavegirl. Now be a good girl and drink it down.”
“No!! I will not!!!” declared Symphony defiantly. She knelt back on her heels and held her bound arms over her chest, glaring at her two owners.
Heather slipped out of bed and walked to the side of the bed where Symphony was kneeling. “Don’t make me punish you, little one. You won’t like it and neither will I.”
“Mistress!!!” protested Symphony. “It’s gross! Nobody should have to do that!”
The mistress picked up a paddle and stepped closer. “If your master wants to use you as his personal toilet, then that’s how you will be used. Now get your mouth on that cock and start drinking or I’ll start your punishment. You’ll drink his pee one way or another. You can either do it comfortably or painfully.”
“Mistress! Don’t make me do this! Please don’t make me do this!”
“One,” said Heather as if she was giving a countdown to a small child. “Don’t let me get to three.” Symphony stood her ground.
“Two.” Still there was no movement.
“Okay, it was your decision to do it painfully. Three.”
Heather realized that there was no good surface to use the paddle on. The girl’s bottom was protected by her heels. And her breasts and belly were covered by her arms. She decided to use the collar. She pressed the remote.
“AAIIIIIEEEEEE!” squealed Symphony as the current blasted her. The night before, they had fitted the collar around her neck. And to show her what it was capable of, they gave her a demonstration. Heather had set the power on setting three with ten being the highest level. Symphony had squealed at that first blast also. This time, the remote was set on level five but Heather had made it a short blast.
“Shall we do it again?” asked Heather.
“Please, Mistress, have mercy.”
Heather depressed the button again and kept it depressed for five seconds. Symphony’s body tensed and shuddered as the current abused her. It felt like her entire body was on fire and in pain. Then, thankfully, the pain stopped.
“Again?” asked Heather.
“Please, please, please,” begged Symphony. Heather increased the setting to six and pressed the button down.
Symphony shook and screeched at the even more intense pain but quickly leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the raging erection. The shocks stopped instantly and the urine started flowing almost immediately.
“Good girl,” praised Heath. He patted the girl’s head as he filled her mouth with his pee. He would let it flow for a moment and then cut it off to let her swallow. Then he would refill her mouth and wait for it to flow into her belly as well.
Heath watched the girl swallowing his pee. It was so erotic to him. This was the ultimate demonstration of ownership and control when one could make someone else be one’s urinal. It took a full two minutes to drain his bladder.
Heather knelt down behind the girl and reached around her. She cradled one of Symphony’s breasts in her hand and stroked the girl’s belly with the other one. She too thought it was erotic to watch the girl being forced to drink urine. She gave the breast a squeeze.
“Open your eyes, little one,” instructed Heather. “Watch your master as you drink his piss and relieve him.”
Reluctantly, Symphony obeyed. Her face erupted into crimson at the depravity of the act and the degradation that she felt. This was just horrible!
Heather kept rubbing the belly in slow circles. It was exciting to know that the belly was quickly filling with the warm urine. And it was thrilling to know that they could do anything they wanted with this girl. Well, not exactly anything. But they could do anything that was allowed under the contract and this was clearly allowed. Water sports had definitely been marked with a “yes.”
Eventually, the flow stopped and Symphony slumped back with her head hung low. She felt so ashamed.
“I assure you that the merchandise is not defective,” said Erika after she finished listening to the story. “We discovered yesterday that we had a problem on our end. I wanted to try to straighten it out during my visit today.”
“What sort of problem?” asked Heath.
“We have a lack of clarity in the terms that we use in the activities checklist,” explained Erika. “In fact, we discovered that on the very activity that you had a problem with this morning. While I clearly understood what was meant by the term “water sports,” I learned that my colleague had no idea that it means what it means. You have met Tracy. She interpreted it as water skiing and swimming and the like. We are developing a glossary that will go with the checklist in the future. But we need to fix it with the girls already placed.”
“How do you intend to fix it?” asked Heather.
“First, I would like to meet with Symphony alone,” said Erika. “I will go through each item in the checklist to make sure there is no confusion. Then I’ll give you the revised checklist. We will give you a complete refund and you will get to keep the girl if she wants to finish her term. Of course, she may choose to end it. I’m not sure how traumatized she is by the events.”
“Of course we’ll want to keep her,” interjected Heath. “She’s divine. I’d like to use her as my toilet but if that won’t work out, I’ll just use a bathroom.”
“Then let me meet with her and we’ll see where we go from here.” They showed Erika to the room where Symphony was. The girl was huddled in a small cage in the center of the room. Heath unlocked it and then he and Heather left, closing the door behind them.
“Hi, sweetie,” said Erika. “I understand you had a rough morning. Come out and let’s talk about it.”
Symphony sniffled. Her eyes were puffy and were welled up with tears but she obediently crawled out of her cage and stood up. Erika wrapped her arms around the naked girl and hugged her, trying to comfort her.
“It was awful,” sobbed Symphony.
“I’m sure it was, dear,” said Erika soothingly. “And it was all our fault. We only discovered yesterday that there could be confusion about some of the terms we used in the questionnaire. I want to go through all of the items to make sure that you have answered them the way you intended to. Or you could just go. I’m prepared to release you from your contract if you wish.”
“Go?” said Symphony with a puzzled look.
“Yes,” replied Erika. “We can and this now if you would prefer.”
“I don’t want to go. I just don’t want to drink piss. Have you ever done that before?”
“Yes, I have,” responded Erika.
Symphony gasped. “You have?!?!?!?!? Why on earth would you do that?”
Erika gave Symphony a hug. “Because I have been a slave too. There are lots of things that I have done or had done to me. And there were some that I didn’t like. That was one of the least offensive.”
“Eeewwww!!!!” exclaimed Symphony. “How could you say that it wasn’t offensive?”
“Come sit with me, sweetie.” Erika led Symphony to a large stuffed chair and sat down, pulling the naked girl into her lap. She arranged the girl so her back was against one arm rest and her legs draped over the other. One of Erika’s arms was behind Symphony’s back and she lightly caressed her back. The other hand rested on the girl’s belly and she stroked it lightly.
“Well, think back to what happened. It was only offensive in your mind. You probably didn’t taste much of anything. At least I always found pee to be pretty tasteless. And it’s supposed to be sanitary. So it’s mostly like drinking warm water.”
“Well, that’s true,” acknowledged Symphony. “There wasn’t much taste. It just seemed so gross.”
Erika slid her hand up and gripped the slave’s left breast, giving it a light squeeze. “I know. And you don’t have to do it again. Let’s go through the questionnaire and make sure there aren’t any more mistakes. Shall we?”
“Yes, please,” said Symphony.
Erika was a bit surprised at how easy it had been to get the girl into her lap and how she had met with no resistance to the fondling. Apparently, Symphony had immersed herself into this fantasy. She suspected that the girl would have reacted much differently a few days earlier.
She also looked at the collar around the girl’s neck. It was the same model that she and her slave sister had first worn after they had been delivered to their mistress’ home. So she knew how painful it could be. It did not surprise her that Symphony had relented so quickly.
They went through the questionnaire line by line. Symphony had marked the intended columns for most of the activities and fetishes. But there were a few that she wanted to change.
“It means that?” Symphony asked.
“Yes,” replied Erika. “Pony play is when someone treats you as if you were a pony. You might pull a cart or prance around or be shown. You wear a harness and a bridle and a tail.”
“Oh, I thought it meant fucking a pony. We can change that.” They put an X through “No” and checked “Yes.”
Erika’s hand had shifted to the right breast and she was toying with the nipple. She would squeeze it lightly and then tug on it, letting the little nubbin slide between her fingers.
“You really are beautiful,” Erika said as she paused from the list. “You are remarkably beautiful.”
Symphony blushed at the compliment. “Thank you. But I think you are the beautiful one.”
“Thank you to you too,” Erika smiled. Erika leaned down and kissed Symphony, lingering for a moment to brush the lips of the naked girl in her lap.
“Do you ever take slaves for yourself?” asked Symphony. “I could be available again in the future.”
Erika smiled and kissed Symphony again. “I’m afraid I don’t take slaves, sweetie,” she replied. “I’m always the slave.” Erika knew that comment could have two meanings. When Symphony did not press her on it, she assumed that Symphony interpreted it as ‘when I play, I always play the role of the slave.’
“But if we ever get an owner who wants two girls and is a good match for you,” Erika continued, “maybe I’ll throw myself in as the second girl. I would love to be your slave sister.”
Symphony reached up and wrapped her arms around Erika’s neck, pulling her close and kissing her yet again. “I would like that.”
They went back to the list and continued going through each item. Finally, they got to water sports.
“I’ll just change this one to “No,” said Erika.
“No wait,” said Symphony. “You were right. I think I was just being silly. I didn’t taste anything. It was just such a shock, I guess.”
“Yes, I’m sure it was.”
“You can leave that as a “Yes.” If he wants to use me as his toilet, I guess he can.”
In the end, more items had been moved to the yes column than to the no column. But at least now the list truly reflected Symphony’s limits. Heath was delighted with the result. For the remainder of the week, he relieved himself in Symphony’s mouth whenever he had to urinate.
To be continued