So, My pets, I have a task for you. You need to be in the right mind-frame first because humiliation is not only in the task; it is how I have you feel about yourself while doing it. Awww, are you feeling a little bit smaller? Imagine how belittled you’re going to start feeling in five minutes. *evil grin* And it’s only going to get better, I promise. Yes, you can stroke that cock ONCE.
By now you realize there are only two worthy goals in your life as My sub: being My entertainment and making My life a little easier. Yet you can never be Me so you can never do a task completely in the right way. Strive as you will, you will always fail to meet My expectations. Yet, strive you must to bring that smile to My lips, whether it is sadistic or sated, as your greatest achievement. I know this hurts to read but isn’t it the very pain to which you are addicted? This is why you feel at home right now, safely degraded.
The humiliation assignment for today: you need a toothbrush – yours of course! After stripping yourself naked in the living room with all the curtains and blinds drawn OPEN, place the toothbrush sideways between your teeth like a dog carrying a bone. Crawl to the washroom (including up any stairs) and assume your position, kneeling in front of the toilet with the mat removed. After flushing it once, in case you’ve been a lazy pet, lift the lid and seat to inspect the bowl. If I were there, I would be helping you by grabbing a handful of your hair to position your head in the bowl sideways so you could get a really good look under the rim for any stains. Imagine that feeling of roughly being moved around just inches from any area I deemed needing attention.
For the next 30 minutes, scrub with a cleanser under the rim, then moving down to the bottom. I want you to hear my voice the entire time pointing out how you’re not measuing up. How you will never measure up so you can try harder. My gift to you. Imagine afterwards how you will see an indifferent look in My eyes for what you managed to do right followed by a matter-of-fact look in pointing out what you missed, your face thrust back into the toilet by My hand! Imagine how hard and aching you will be to cum.
When you are done wimpering and sobbing, click the link below to find out what to do next.
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Blog: Masturbation Humiliation
This is the first boot camp assignment that I had done. It was very wonderful. My hair is still dripping as I am typing this.
It starts with me opening all the shades and blinds and then stripping. I figured that this meant that the task needed to be done at night. I am out of my home town in a hotel room about 10:20 in the evening. I sometimes set certain standing orders for myself when I am away on business staying in a hotel room. On this trip, when I return to my room at the end of the day I am not allowed to go beyond the reach of the door knob without being completely naked. Many times the room service will leave the drapes wide open when they leave. So guessing if the drapes will be open or closed before I open the door is a little fun. Today the drapes were open but the sheers were closed.
I fetched my toothbrush and walked to the window. I was on the third floor facing the parking lot. I was at the window yesterday night ironing when some folks drove in and began unloading. I saw them fairly clearly even through these sheers. So I turned off the lamp near the window. Children should not look up and see a naked man ironing his panties. I am not an open cross dresser. I do wear panties sometimes. I looked through the sheers and saw no motion. I pulled the sheers aside and stepped to the right keeping out of sight. I sunk to the floor and began crawling. My heart was not exactly racing but it was pounding hard. I recall the feel of the carpet and then the hardness of the tiles in the bathroom. When I reached the toilet I positioned myself to the side as directed. I had taken off my watch and left it on the side of the tub so I would know when 30 minutes were up.
I checked the watch, took a deep breath and look up under the rim. I expected that it would be pretty clean. The bowl would have been cleaned just about every day. The was quite a lot of black mold up under there. I did not have the regular cleaner so I used toothpaste.
I tried to get it done with the brush still in my mouth. It did not work at all. I just could not see where I was scrubbing. I recalled that Ms. Sirena did not say that I needed to use the brush with my mouth so after a bit started using the brush in hand. The mold broke free easily and soon the pool at the bottom of the bowl was a dark grey. After the mold there was still some dark material around some of the spouts for the water. These took more paste and more work.
I did receive the desired feeling of humiliation. I recalled from the text that she would grab a fist full of my hair and push my head deep inside. So I made a rule for this. I set on every 5 minutes. I checked the watch and it was 8 minutes in. I slowly, in hindsight it should have been quickly, put my head in until it reached the bottom. Wow, I could see much more mold than I expected. I sort of had a “Oh, Thank you” feeling. Ms. Sirena is right I could never ever meet her standards. Finding more places to attack more blackness fell into the pit.
It was not long before a checked the watch and it was time for another plunge. The water level when I did these about eyebrow level. I thought that I could get more into it if the water was deeper. I pulled a little on the handle and let some water in, but it only came up a bit before is reached the highpoint. This next time I had to close my eyes.
Let me tell you that it is an experience hearing your own breathing. It reminded me of the “putting HAL to sleep” scene in 2001: A Space Odyssey. My eyes started to tear. I really don’t think that it was the water. I was starting to cry. Not a sobbing or a balling. It was just a cry of sadness I suppose.
After more scrubbing I figured that it was about time for another plunge. These plunges were not the only time my face was down inside. It was just not to the limit. It was not yet to the 5 minute mark. I figured that Ms Sirena would not limit herself to 5 minutes so I went ahead and plunged. This time I lifted my body up and was on my feet much of me weight was on myhead. I took this time to think about the course to this cleaning. Some os the spots were not coming off. I had scrubbed and scrubbed. I used more and more toothpaste. I was still making progress but the farther I was the slower the spots were going.
At some point I came up for more paste and did the top of the rim all around. A little later I moved my lips close to the rim. I hovered there for a bit. I felt a higher will prompt me to lick the rim. I had more tears. A few seconds later my tongue was licking it way around the rim. More tears.
After the next dunking I found my lips close the bottom of the bowl out of the water. I hovered there longer than the time at the rim. I lifted my head up a bit and felt that force plunging me down. I kissed the bottom of the bowl. I recall my face tightening up and my breath growing heavy. Seconds later more kisses. A few after that and I was licking. It was cold but not cold like ice, not as cold as cold water from the tap. It tasted of the toothpaste. It was clean. I had just cleaned it. Still there were more tears.
On the next to the last plunge I held my head hard on the bottom of the bowl and after much straining reached the flush lever. I was giving myself a swirly. My first swirly.
The scrubbing continued. It was much cleaner than it was. There were still the unmovable spots. I held my head low in the bowl and closed the lid over my head. I fixed myself there. I pictured myself bound there for the night, only to be released when the alarm clock came. I thought that maybe I should clean the toilet in this way each time I stay at a hotel. I thought about how I would be writing this report.
After the last scrubbing I moved myself so I was in front facing the back. I lowered my nose into the water and with much straining flushed. The water came up over my nose and just touched my chin a little. I checked the watch and I had guessed the time wrong. I still had about 30 seconds.
I felt that I needed to be punished. This time I plunged rather than put the top of my head at deep as it would go, I put my face in as deep as it would go. I wanted to give it a flush while I was down there. There was no reaching the lever. I ended up flushing and a second later had my fact where I had planed but in no way was it my true desire.
I took a towel and wiped my face and stood up from the toilet. It was then that I notice a few globs of pre cum dropping onto my legs. Though I was demoralized emotionally. The experience had the desired effect sexually. I was not erect and I don’t think I was very erect at any time in this adventure.
I went to my computer and called up the web page shown above. I forced myself not to listen to the recording until after the assignment. So this was my first hearing. I have not called Ms. Sirena. I don’t know if I ever will. I am very frugal. I am thinking that the call would take much more time that I could afford. I regret the price is so high.
This was my first assignment. I do not know how Ms. Sirena would like my performance. I do not want to do this again. But I am sure that I could be persuaded. I think that it may become one of my self-punishments.
I hope that you have enjoyed reading this report. I intend to be reading many more boot camp assignments and will very much likely perform some/many of them.
It has been almost 6 months since that first night cleaning the toilet on my knees with a toothbrush in mouth. I am typing now after doing just that again. I thought that you would be interested in the developments along those lines.
Over the 6 months I have cleaned 7 hotel toilets, some of them more than once. I don’t cry like I did that first time but my nose still gets runny. Sometimes water does get in my nose but I mean to say that my nose is runny from tears in my sinus. The routine has varied, for the more part getting a little more daring and doing more humiliating things. Not everyone would find some of the things I do humiliating. After all it is not done in public. I would think it more on along the lines of daring. I think “If someone were to see me like this now?”
That brings up another reason for this note. This last time I took some pictures with my phone. I have not looked at them except for a moment between shots. I am toying with the idea of sending them to you. I sometimes carry a fantasy about a blackmail adventure. But, I think that that should remain only a fantasy.
Well, for tonight’s details. I leave the window clearly open these days unless I would be on the first floor. So far, that has not happened.
Tonight, rather than being naked I wore a short fishnet top. It was sold as a ladies night gown. It would only cover the pubic area if stretched downward and then only for a few minutes. It does not look at all sexy on me, not with my 50+ year old physique.
I also wore (am still wearing) lipstick. It is on my lips, smeared by the brush, and also in a line along my nose and down to my chin. I also wrote “MAID” across my forehead. It is not very readable. But, I was my first try.
I used some spiking hair glue to paste my hair up in spikes. It did not turn out very well. An much of it was washed away in the toilet. I had just finished putting it in my hair and had washed it off my hands when I had an idea for another use. I put a bunch in my hands and used in on my pubic hair and then tried to glue my penis up in my hair. My hair was not long enough to do what I really wanted, affix my penis in hair chastity. However I ended up leaving a thick coating of glue that has now hardened. Some of my hair had fastened and I am not at all sure what will happen later should I erect. I may have to let you know later.
I set the timer on my phone for 35 minutes. I find it better that stopping to look at a watch. I have stuck with your original 30 minutes as a minimum and have not been disappointed.
There was another assignment, yours I think, about bobbing for fruit in the toilet. This inspired me to do something similar. Most fruits, like the ones that were mentioned are too heavy and sink too easy. I cannot get my head in, mouth down far enough to reach unless the fruit really floats. So I used the cinnamon twists from Taco Bell. They make a wonderful snapping sound as the water soaks in. If I don’t make a good grip the first graps they often drop away and it is a start all over.
Tonight, for the first time, I decided to play a new dare game. In your assignment we start with a flush of the toilet. Tonight I decided to dare myself with a gamble. I thought about doing some sort of random game. But, decided on a game where my skill would also be involved. I ended up with Klondike solitaire on the PC. The betting went like this I would start the betting by empting my bladder in the pot. For this I was to play 3 games. If I won any of them I could flush once. If I did not, I could stop playing and get to washing or I could drop in a twist and play again. If I won, I would get to flush. If not, I’d have to fetch the twist with my lips and eat it. The betting could continue until all of the twists were in the bowl or I won with a flush. I have not played Klondike in ages. But, I thought of myself as a good player. Maybe I was too distracted to really concentrate. The entire order ended up in the bowl. I do wish that I had counted them so this could have been reported.
The actual cleaning went almost as it always does. This time there was way more black mil dew. I think it was because they put me in their last room, a handicapped room. I figure that it does not get used too much. The timer went off before It was clean as the others I have done. I continued a while longer. I don’t think that it was another 30 minutes though.
Some of the lipstick on my face did get on the rim of the toilet. I considered leaving it there and wondering what the maid would think. I licked it off. Later more lipstick smudges appeared. I toyed with many ideas about what to do. So when I finished cleaning, I kissed all around the top surface of the rim. I may lick it up later. I may wait until morning. I am still not sure. I have a picture of this.
One more note about the spiking glue. I had a thought about spreading it between my ass cheeks and leaving it there for the night to see what happens. Another story that I may tell you about.
I still must decide if I will send you my pictures. I may doctor them a bit to make me not recognizable. If you reply to this, it will go a long way towards spurring me on. If you are not interested then I will not bother with it.