Foreword
"Swallow it," he told me.
I'll never forget the tone of his voice. How could I resist him? I couldn't! He dominated me with his voice. He told me to suck it, and to swallow.
The hot liquid filled my mouth. Again, he repeated the command.
"Swallow it, bitch. Suck that stuff and swallow it."
I knew that if I didn't gulp down the salty, foamy piss, he would beat me again. Already he had me tied securely. My wrists were beginning to ache because the leather bands which secured them were fastened so tightly.
"You'll learn to love my wastes," he told me. He was the master. His word was law. And he said that I would soon be begging for the very tortures and degradations which he now forced me to endure.