I saw this picture and it reminded me of those times when Mistress had Guests who smoked and I was called into the room to be used as an ash tray. I hated the awful taste of the ashes and the butts snuffed out on my tongue after they spit into my sissy mouth. Mistress forced me to swallow the contents of my mouth and would wash it down with her golden nectar.
This was always very humiliating as Mistress and Her Guests would laugh and always ask Mistress if they could “flush” the toilet too. I was totally helpless as I was bound in a kneeling position, my arms in a tight arm binder with my head pulled back and a spider or ring gag holding my mouth open. I could only stare at the ceiling choking on the horrible ashes and butts being put in my gaping mouth.
Several time during the evening a Guest would straddle my face and “flush” the toilet peeing copious amounts of hot golden nectar into my mouth. I would gag and choke swallowing ashes and butts and nectar with much of the nectar spilling out soiling my sissy outfit. My clothes, breasts, hair, just about everything smelled like a toilet.
I hated those times and always vomited when allowed to go to my quarters to clean up after they left. I was always sick for a day or two and brushed my teeth and used mouthwash constantly trying to get the taste out.
I once complained to Mistress and She called Her Guests immediately informing them that I was going to be punished for my poor attitude. 2 days later I was the attraction of the party. I was bound kneeling again but spread eagled. I was dressed in thigh high stockings, a latex open crotch thong, and an open cup too small bra. A posture collar and ring gag held my head in position and an open lower face latex hood took away my sight.
My balls were encircled by a dog shock collar and there were 2 tables of whips, canes, crops, zipper clothes pins, a variety of clamps, butt plugs and tubes of Icey Hot and tiger balm.
After what seemed like hours I heard Mistress and Her Guests enter the basement playroom. Mistress announced to the assembled group that I had been guilty of having a poor attitude. I had disappointed Mistress with my whining and I needed to be punished severely so I would never make that mistake again.
For the next hours I was used as an ash tray and urinal, my ass filled with all manner of plugs all lubricated with tortuous balm. I was whipped, caned, cropped and paddled constantly. The ball shocker caused me to constantly jerk and convulse in the immovable bondage. I choked and gagged on ashes and butts, was filled with hot nectar and lost control and urinated. Every inch of my body was black and blue, I was covered with zipper marks from the endless times the clothes pins were put somewhere on my body and pulled off. I had zipper marks everywhere. My ass hole was on fire from the plugs and balm and also the thousand or so snaps from the latex thong as the everyone seemed t love pulling the thong as far as they could and release it like a big rubber band sending a searing pain through my poor ass hole. I was covered with welts and whip marks including the soles of my feet! I really though my poor cock and balls would never work again as the pain in my groin was all I could think of.
Mistress thanked all Her Guests and the room was empty, I could hear nothing. Mistress released the bondage and I fell forward on my tender nipples, I was unable to move.
Mistress ordered me to finish removing my bondage and clothes and get up and go get cleaned up. I struggled, but I literally could not get up Mistress used the shock collar but all I did was grunt through the ring gag.
Mistress tied me in a loose hogtie and left me in the basement until morning, saying “I hope you have learned your lesson” as She left me there.
This picture stirred this memory. I was a much better slave for the next 15 years until Mistress passed away. She never forced me t be an ash tray again. I did serve some of Her special Friends but it was voluntary and with no bondage.
Wow, this picture really stirred a memory I had not thought about in decades.