Part 2-2: Day 2 Post mummification and more caning

Master was constantly watching out.. for what seems like hours.. Although he went about doing stuffs like his morning baths, watching TV and breakfast etc.. Oh yes.. I have sort of lost tracked of time, not sure if morning or afternoon, only know day or night.. 

In my mind... I was really just simply longing and desperately waiting master to finally free me... When????

Lots of fidgeting movement in the HEAT, Fidgeting to get comfortable from the restrictive WRAP... I really want out of it soon.. Nothing enjoyable about it.. Could feel myself being soaked with sweat...

As I was not blindfolded, I could barely see blurry across the layer of cling wrap, everything appeared distorted..

Until what seemed like eternity, a sudden pressure was felt at my lower abdomen area, right on the spot of the bladder! Then released and pressed on again.. It was master's hand, intermittently applying pressure on the bladder area.. Felt a sudden leak of urine whenever he did that! He had intentionally made me leaked and soil myself..

Master: When I release you.. if you smell of urine... you will be DEAD!

Then I felt a pair of scissors started snipping the wrap from my leg region upwards.. The effect was immediately felt.. suddenly sense of coolness.. Right when master cut until the pubic region, my legs immediately opened up sideways, simply instinctively to cool off...

Master remarked: Improper behaviour of girl.. who let you open up your legs? You want sex issit? Only time you open up your legs is for penetration!

I couldn't talk with the tube still on my mouth... I immediately close up my legs

Master stopped his cutting... and instead horizontally around me.. There, my upper body remained in the cling wrap while the legs were freed. Master used his hand to guide me to stand up..

Master: Walk..

I moved as per instructions. With his hand at my back guiding me. Could roughly see through the cling wrapping... I seemed to be walking towards the chair..

Felt the knock on the chair when I reached it.. There, master pushed my back forward, signalling me to bend forward.. I followed his guidance accordingly..

Think I would have registered by now this is a canning chair.. Master spread opened my legs and cable tied each legs to the chair as before.. My well wrapped head is now resting on the chair bended over.. Still immobilized by the wraps.

 Then he just pulled down the back of the panties slightly just to expose the butt region...

My mind mentally bracing for another caning session from him...

PLAK!!...  IMMEDIATE SHARP PAIN!

Maybe because of the tender nature of the butt after the wrap, or that my mind is still half-awake.. The stroke was immediately painful..

PLAK!!! ... Bite hard on the breathing tube!

PLAK!!... PLAK!!...

The pain was really intense! Mind was not even bothered to count.. just only about dealing with the pain!

PLAK...... PLAK...... until master decided to stop... Really felt relief when it stopped...

Then, master did the expected after-caning treatment on the butt...

Next, felt a sudden tug in my asshole.. and out came the tampons.. Think he wanted to change the tampons again..

Expecting the usual push of tampons back in, AND OVERSIZED ITEM JABBED into my ASSHOLE! I let out a SCREAM! Sound released was buffered because of the wraps I was in,.

Instantly, felt my own penis jerked.. Probably from the push of what just penetrated me.. Then I felt some liquid leaked out of my penis..

Has master just anal me? I could only guess...

My mind was flooded was all thoughts of his penis inside of me.. It was the first time! Felt so defiled!! Thoughts of him performing sex on me created a feeling of YUCKYNESS..

What was inserted into me remained merely inside.. it was not moving..

Then I heard the faint master's voice over the wraps: Hows the feeling of a BANANA inside of you? That will be your lunch later... (Soundly sarcastic)

Somehow, it gave certain relief it was not master's cock in me.. But the grossness of eating what was once inserted in my anus, did not bring any good vibes though...

Master left the banana in there.. and instructed me to straighten up.. with his hand guiding my body up from the bended posture. (I could not have done it on my own in that wrapped up condition)

When straightening up, felt the pressure of the banana in my anus more... ouch.. which somehow triggered somemore leak from my penis!

Master proceed to cut the wrap upwards again, this time from the back.. until up till my head.. and like a shell, removed the wrap out towards my front... Immediate cooling effect! Finally off the mummification! The surroundings air really felt heavenly... Never appreciated it before until now...

Master proceed to remove the breathing tube off me... and unbound my hands.. I remained in position despite the unbounding... In case I get scolded for moving it..

Master: Now! Squat and remove your LUNCH FROM THIS USELESS ASS

I spoke: Yes Master, Cassandra obey..

Master: Obey what! repeat my instructions!
(Master seems to be upgrading his requirement of how I should speak..)

I spoke: Yes Master, Cassandra obey to remove lunch from this useless ass.. (Then i curtsy)

Squat down, used my right hand to reach for the hole, the panties was still partly exposed at the back..

Then used my anus muscle to try squeeze out the banana with my hands ready to catch it up.. Out it came! and accidentally out came my SHIT as well!! I accidentally SHIT on the FLOOR!

Master: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!! You dirty little girl!

I just stayed speechless! Lost! FROZEN!

Master: Kneel! Bend Forward!

I immediately did exactly!

Master: DUMB ASS! Where's your slave manners!

I immediately spoke while already in position as instructed: Yes master, Cassandra obey to kneel and bend forward.

Felt the skirt lifted up, a piece of toilet paper wiped up my ass once when i was in position, then a sudden JAB into my ass! Master had just inserted a new tampon back in..

Toilet paper--- though that is something I do not deserve to use? --- Indeed..

Master took the toilet paper in front and guided into my mouth, signaled me that it should enter my mouth! Soiled toilet paper in my mouth!?! It will be broken up by the saliva and break up!

I opened my mouth nevetheless and allow master to push the toilet paper in... I feel grossed.. YUCK! it tasted worst!!!

Master: Let it stay that! when it is soak enough, swallow it!

Swallow it?? How???

PLAK!! Felt the cane again on my bare butt! I have not yet got over the last caning!

OUCH!

PLAK!! PLAK.!! and more...

This time it ended I estimated after 10 strokes.. phew...

Then Master instructed: Swallow the paper now! pull back the panties and eat the banana now..

I took alot of effort to force swallow the toilet paper.. Fortunately it was a small piece.. and could finally squeezed down my throat.

Pulled back up the panties, felt the stinging pain of the fresh caning wound when the panties touches it..

I took the banana, it was stained with the contents from my ass! Looked so inedible.. Fortunately it was only the skin... I had to use my hand to peel it... carefully trying not to touch the skin too much.. (Especially I am not allowed to wash hands)..

Fortunately, The internal did not look that bad, and made sure I ate the banana in the most girly manner possible, small bites, chewed long enough and gently swallow... With hands close together..
The banana tasted good, contents was well protected by the skin.... Felt like a break from this misery! Ended up it was only psychological fear of the dirtied skin!

The banana felt so little! it did not seems to feel my stomach.. But that was all, no more!

After eating, master instructed: You have your lunch! Drink up this bottle (He handed a 500ml bottle of water) and then you have to do your chores! You have alot to do! and also to clean up this mess you created! So move!

I replied: Yes master, Casandra obey to drink up and ready to do the chores

Felt that I was lying... I am not ready to do the chores... clean the floors (not with mops, with only cloth)... Make master's bed... etc....

Really going to be a tough day ahead...

To be continued

Part 2-?: Day 2 Card picking game..

Note: Decided to fast forward to Day 2, parts in between will be filled in over time.. By now, master has punished me quite severely in few forms, even to the extend that I was punished to sleep on the floor kneeling, which resulted in long-sleepless night.. Managed to sleep a little though.. By now, I have also been through substantial TAMING process, as well as beginning to behave more of a GENTLE SUBMISSIVE SCHOOL GIRL..

Master decided to play another game on me... He called it the dice game..

After master gave permission for me to use the 'pail potty' to discharge my pee, as usual, I kneeled beside the potty for him to inspect the content.

As I am not allowed any toilet paper, could feel residual drips of urine wetting the panties when I put back it back on. The panties, by not is already as stinky as I could imagine, now with few more drops of urine, definitely adding up to it..

This panties, has been placed into my mouth for say, maybe 4-5 times since yesterday.. Each time, it tasted more bitter and sour.. Probably from the mixture of sweat, leaked semen, leaked urine etc..

Also, the wet feeling, from saliva and other, when wearing, can really be uncomfortable, especially feeling it around the lower area.

Sidenote: I was not allowed to use the toilet as my lowly being is not entitled to it.. I am only allowed to use a pail to discharge all my waste (pee and shit) and accordingly to the timing set by master. This timing is not fixed and in accordances to master's pleasure. Even if there is desperation, I am not allowed to request, requesting to release (pee or shit) is not permissible for such lowly being which may render worst punishment for the request. So during urgency, I am only allowed to hold on until master's next instruction to discharge. If i wet my panties or soil it with urine or shit, I will be terribly dealt with (Soiled panties in mouth applicable).

After master inspected the contents, he did not require me to drink it back this time as he has deemed that it is yellowish enough. (If the urine is not yellowish enough, I will be punished by being forced to drink it up).

Master: Only slight yellow... pass you this time... Now... Another game with you...

I remained silent, still in kneeling position and head bowed. Another game of bias, which I will definitely lose?

Master took out a deck of poker card, and gave the instructions.

Master: You are to pick 3 cards from this deck. And what you have on the cards will mean how much canning you will receive later at the end of the game.
For example:
If all the cards are numbers, the numbers added up will be the number of strokes you get.
If there is a picture card, it will mean number of strokes will be multiply of the both number cards
And if there is 2 picture cards, the number cards will be to the power of 2 (means if the number is 4, will be 4x4=16)
And if all the cards are pictures, it is automatic 100 strokes
And if you draw an Aces, also automatic 50 stokes
Only when you draw 2 Aces together, you can end the game.
Oh yes, it will not be easy...

Then, master took the deck, digged through the deck and removed 2 of the Aces away... So the entire deck of cards only have 2 Aces left..

I felt extremely helpless... unfair.... but could only accept.. No other choice..

Master: Will this be fun?

I forced reply (sound as happy as possible): Yes master, Cassandra will enjoy it..
(I have learned that if I sounded sad or the like, I will be punished as well, and I have also learned that all the answers to master must be positive)

Somewhat, my reply sort of deceived me that I am going to enjoy it, probably due to the forced emotions which psychologically made me think positive of it.. But I know, this is not true..

Master shuffled the card, fan in front of me and said: Take your 3 cards!

I replied: Yes master, Cassandra take 3 cards...

And I slowly, with both hands stretched and took 3 random cards. I opened it and saw the results: 1 Queen, 6 of spades and 5 of hearts..

Master looked at it and remarked: Not bad.. you earned 30 strokes.. Put the card back..

Thats not good news, 30 strokes, I seems to have not recovered from the last caning. Still feeling the sore and burning sensation... Immediately, the phobia of 30 more strokes griped me.. But nothing I could do... just submitting to potential fate and replied:

Yes master... Cassandra thank master for the 30 strokes.. (That feels stupid... who in sound mind would say such things... but again, I have to accept my position as master's slave girl)

Master reshuffled the cards again and allowed me to take 3 cards again.

This time, a Jack, Queen and 4 (16 more strokes, phew)

This means the game still not ending, and only 2 rounds and I earned 46 strokes already! If this goes on, the cane will surely tear my butt!

Subsequent rounds as follows:
Round 3: 4, 7, 2 (Round strokes: 13, Accumulation: 59!)

Round 4: K, K, 8 (Round strokes: 64, Accumulation: 123!)

Round 5: A, 5, 2 (Oh no! Automatic 50, Accumulation: 173!)

Round 6: K, 7, 8 (Round strokes: 56, Accumulation: 229!)

Somehow.. could feel a huge sense of panic.. feeling like it will suddenly explode within me.. Thought of so many potential strokes can be quite overwhelming!

Round 7: 4, 2, 4 ((Round strokes: 10, Accumulation: 239)

Slight relieve felt.. Really like praying for the double Aces.

Round 8: Shocked when cards opened: Aces, Jack and K.. Where is the double Aces

Master remarked: Wow! This is really mega! Aces and pictures only! Special case.. 150 stokes! Total strokes 389!

Somewhat, the spur of that moment, I couldn't control myself anymore... Tears suddenly erupted and and suddenly let out a desperation plead.. Still in kneeling position....

I desperately pleaded in tears, grabbing on his hand: Please master......... please don't cane me.... please... pleaseeee..... please..... (Words just flowed out)

Master instinctively brushed my hands off... and replied: Watch your words... BAD MANNERS!

Somewhat, his words was not registering.. words just flow: Please don't cane me... I plead you...

Master raised his voice: STOP IT!

I suddenly silence, but seconds later words flowed again: I stop... master, please have mercy... pleaseee... pleaseeee....

Master angrily: Losing all your manners! You are never allowed to use I word! Add on PUNISHMENT!!

I reacted: Sorry. sorry ... sorry master.... Cassandra is really sorry... sorry soorryyy.. .. Master... Please give Cassandra mer......

Master cut in: Silence! Go to your caning position now!

I replied: Cassandra will go, but pleassssssseeeeee master, please don't cane so much..

Master warned: ANOTHER WORD.... GO!

Fear stopped me from continuing... I quickly stood up, and walked to the already designated chair meant for canning.. bend over in position and waited for my painful fate.

Master, as usual, secured my hands and legs to the chairs with cable ties.. This time he used more cable tie per limps and secured it tighter... Then he just pulled down the back of the panties slightly just to expose the butt region...

Master remarked: This time, no gagging... and if you scream.. I reset to ZERO! and each stroke! Count!

SNAP! The first stroke touched my butt almost immediately after he spoke............... Ouch!

Master: Where is the count!

SNAP! ... Ouch!

I sounded: One...

Master: One what! Forget to address me issit?

SNAP!...........

I sounded: One Master!

SNAP!....

' 2 Master'

It continues..... until.... 23 Master....

SNAP! .......

Instinctive reacted: Ouch!

Master: Restart!

I reacted without thinking again: Please master.... I am sorry... I am sorrrryryy... Please... I will do anything... for you.... I am..

Master interrupted: What I again!

SNAP!

I pleaded: Master... Cassandra is sorry... please give Cassandra. (Halfway... SNAP!!! ... OUCH!!) chance to pay back other....... (SNAP!! )

Master: Count still ZERO....

SNAP!!! Could really feel the super burning sensation now...

I replied: One Master! Please Master... Cassandra let you penetrate the hole!

SNAP!!!

Master spoke: I already have the intention to do that... you are my property, I don't need you to let me....

Somewhat, more fear hearing that..

SNAP!

I sounded tearfully: 2 master! ... Cassandra beg... other punishment..

Master: Reset! Focus on counting only! No more other words!

SNAP!

I sounded, chokingly: 1 master!

SNAP!

Chokingly: 2 master....

and continues.... by 30 counts... the pain was really unbearable... was tearing... feeling extremely shitty! and extremely painful and helpless!

40 counts... suddenly the stroke stopped...

Master: Red and swollen enough.. with some cuts... good! Since you plead just now... Fine.. .

Master moved to my front, already not wearing anything below, pushed his penis into my mouth.

Master: suck it until it harden... Faster!

I panickingly did as I was told until could feel his penis suddenly harden.. He pulled it out of my mouth... walked to my back, in one motion, pulled out the tampons in my ass..

A pop sound created..

Then! felt a sudden huge JAB into my asshole! Master just anal me! It felt like a big rock in! Somewhat felt a choking effect on me... Ouch!

Then within moments... he did the thrusting movement at my asshole... Felt the jerk! and each jerk, felt the choke and like blood gushed up my brain feeling...

Jerk.... jerk..... on for few minutes until master ejaculated...............

Felt some liquid flowed within me... and his penis vibrated pressing within my ass hole...

At that point... I felt extremely depressed... As if the world ended kind of feeling... like a a bad dream.. So helpless... So degraded... just a mixture of negative emotions...  

Master commanded: Thank me now!

Master commanded again: Thank me now! You slut!

I forced it out tearing: Thank you Masssterr....

Master: Sound HAPPY! and For WHAT!!

I forced happy: Thank you Master... For your discharge in Cassandra ass...

Master: Ass what ass! Useless hole!

I forced happy again : Thank you Master... For your discharge in Cassandra useless hole ..

Words definitely could not describe such terrible feeling when saying that...

Master: Good!

He remained in that way for awhile before finally pulling his penis out.. Another POP sound..

Just when I thought it was over, he appeared in front with his penis forcing towards my mouth.. This time stained with brownish stains (likely from my anal wall) and some milky residue near its tip.. Seeing it before licking is really GROSSED...

But even before it could registered, the penis was already forced into my mouth! YUCK!!! YUCK!!! YUCK!!! It tasted extremely out of the WORLD! TASTED like mixture of all the worst tasted combined..

Master ORDERED: CLEAN IT FAST!!

His order, with the fierce voice, got me immediately into action... I used the tongue to keep licking it and round it until it is visually clean.. Somewhat, not being able to think of the grossness, because of the instinct of following his COMMANDING ORDERS.. .

It took few minutes before it was completely cleaned...

Master finally pulled out his penis from my mouth... Walked and apply the necessary solutions (vinegar and oilment) on my butt. It stinged really pain when the vinegar was applied!

As usual, master allowed the butt to air and walked away to wash himself.. While I was still in the bended position well secured and bounded waiting for him to release.

Could hear the sound of water in the toilet.. What a privilege that as master's slave I would no longer have assess to- toilet facilities...

Master walked out after about 10 minutes...

Pushed a new tampons into the asshole..Sudden painful jerk again!....  He pulled back up the panties... and real up until the wedgie feeling was felt....

Then he remarked: You still have many more strokes to pay back! Some will be in installment and interest.. some i will convert to more SEVERE PUNISHMENT....

Then he finally released me...

I am definitely not looking forward to what lies ahead...

To be continued...