Free The Domination of Diana by M.J. Aleese

you in the next hour." Debbie laughed as Diana’s body began to gyrate.
    The idea of public exhibition made Diana cream, the hose moved in and out with ease. She wished it were thicker. Diana’s empty stomach twisted; her hunger made concentration difficult. “Please Mistress Debbie, I am so hungry.”
    The dominatrix didn’t respond. Instead her tall black shoes echoed on the tile as she walked toward a dry wall and removed her small skirt. Placing her palms against the cool tile and exposing her ass and glistening cunt, she offered Diana a meal. “Eat me slut, and make me come.”
    “I… I’ve never. I’m not a lesbian,” Diana stammered.
    Abruptly Debbie turned and slapped Diana’s face. The drenched female crumbled again to the tile. “I don’t give a shit what you like and don’t like." Pushing Diana’s body back to the wet floor, Debbie secured Diana’s hands above her head and straddled her face.
    Surprisingly, Diana found the wet aroused pussy of her mistress sweetly aromatic. It was unlike the musky scent of a man. Without further instruction, she began to lap at the swollen lips. The thick honey taste ignited unfamiliar desires. Diana could feel her own pussy spasm against the long green tube that remained within her. She understood female anatomy and began to tongue Debbie’s clitoris. It didn’t take long before her mistress was convulsing with her cum coating Diana’s nose and chin.
    Standing, Debbie cruelly added, “Look at my juice all over your face, you just can’t stay clean, can you, slut?”
    “No, Mistress Debbie.”
    “You will now be punished for arguing with me.”
    Diana didn’t question Debbie’s verdict. She instinctively knew it would only worsen her punishment. “Push the hose up your ass.”
    Diana shuddered as she pulled the hose from her clenched pussy. Lifting her ass with her knees spread wide she tried to obey. However, her anus tightened, making the insertion difficult. “Please don’t turn on the water." Diana begged as she loosened the hole with one hand and pushed the hose with the other.
    “Hold it there. If it comes out before I say, you are back in the box." Debbie’s grin increased Diana’s quaking. The cold water cleansed her ass, bloating her cavity and creating intense discomfort.
    Next, Diana squatted over a drain. Mistress Debbie forced Diana to eliminate the fluid from her anus and bladder. More women entered the shower. The increased audience and associated noises added to her degradation and humiliation. If she weren’t so dehydrated, there would have been more tears.
    Once Debbie was satisfied that Diana completely eliminated the fluid and wouldn’t shit all over herself, she hosed Diana down again. Next, two club sluts helped Diana stand and led her, on weak legs, to the next room.
    Diana’s eyes adjusted to the florescent lighting, viewing the concrete floor and cinder blocked walls. A trail of wet foot prints revealed her path, as she stepped into the industrial room and inhaled the strong odor of disinfectant. Memories of her high school locker room flooded her thoughts. Back then, she was a vibrant cheerleader. The mirror confirmed the demise of that girl. Staring back through vacant blue eyes, Diana recognized that today, she is a weakened, abused club slut. The total loss of self, created a deep emotional void. Yet, the total loss of control was strangely erotic and rousing.
    “Make her look the part. No food, Master Liam wants her in his office when you are done." With those orders, their mistress left the three sluts alone. The tension in the room dissipated with her departure.
    A cool metal shelf hung under a large mirror. It held hundreds of partially used cosmetics lying in disarray. Diana peered into the mirror seeing three strangers. On her left she saw a redhead with very large breasts and a disproportionately small waist. This slut stood at least six inches taller than Diana. The blonde on her right was also tall and appeared