by usemeinva

Chapter 22

I didn’t get much sleep that night in part because I couldn’t get comfortable in my “room” and in part because of the heat causing the sweat to burn in my wounds. I eagerly awaited the click of my cage so at least I could shower off the sweat and blood. However, the click did not come at the time I expected it. I figured maybe I was wrong about the time of morning. So I continued to wait. Then I started seeing other slaves being released and starting their day. I grew increasingly worried that my lock wasn’t working and that Master would punish me for not being there to service him this morning. I saw the slave from last night get up and shower. It looked so good to get the blood and sweat washed off. Apparently he also wasn’t allowed that comfort last night. Soon he was off to the dining hall to begin another hard day of labor.

I kept trying the door to my “room” and it remained locked. I was starting to panic not only because I was afraid of my punishment that I would definitely deserve but I missed my Master. When I was with him I felt safe. Sure he hurt me, sure he caused me pain but I was his and it was his right to do so. After what seemed like hours one of the trainers of the slave center entered the room and I begged him to check the lock on my door. He informed me that there was nothing wrong with the lock. He said my Master ordered that I not be released all day to think about the decision that I made last night.

Oh shit, I fucked up somehow. What did I do wrong? I wasn’t sure but I would have plenty of time to think about it. During the day I saw other slaves coming and going cleaning up and using the restroom. Some had been ordered to consume their waste and others deposited it in the hole in the floor. My legs were starting to severely cramp because I couldn’t stretch them out. At some point during the day one of the trainers stuck his cock in my door and told me to drink up just before he pissed in my mouth.

At some point in the afternoon the reason for my failure suddenly dawned on me. Last night when I told Master of my desire he asked what I wanted and I told him. I should have said that what I wanted didn’t matter only what he wanted. I should have known better. I am my Master’s property what I want doesn’t matter only His wishes. When Master lets me return to him I would have to beg his forgiveness and accept whatever additional punishments he wishes to give me for my failure.

With my realization I tried to close my eyes and endure the discomfort and try to get some rest for what surely would be a long painful day when I saw Master again. I did manage to get some sleep but my dreams were of Master’s disappointment in me. About dinner time another trainer brought me a couple pieces of shit and ordered me to eat them. I did. I was so hungry at that point I would have eaten anything. He then stuck his cock through the door and told me to drink. I did. I was left alone in my shame until morning.

The next morning I did hear the click of my door. I got out as quickly as I could but I should have been slower to do so. My leg muscles had cramped so much that I was unable to stand at first and had to crawl across the hall to the toilet and shower facilities. Once I got to the wall I was able to support myself and stretch out my legs and stand properly. I quickly as possible did my cleaning routine and then made my way back to Master’s dorm. When I got to his room the door was locked. I knew better than to wake him by knocking so I decided to lay on the floor of the hall with my ass up and face on the cold tile. This was definitely not the most comfortable position given my long hours in my room but I hoped Master would appreciate the submissive posture.

About an hour later Master opened the door and told me to enter. I crawled in and assumed the same position as before. Master said to sit up and look him in the eye. I reluctantly did as I was told. Master asked if I had learned any lessons from my punishment? I looked at him with tears flowing from my eyes and told him about my realization. Master simply nodded and said that I was correct. He said that I did exactly as he would have asked me to do anyway but that I should have given Him the final decision and not made it for myself.

I begged Master to punish me severely if he wished. He nodded once again. He said that for the next twenty-four hours I would be tied to the flag pole in the center of campus with a urinal gag inserted in my mouth. I would have “PUBLIC URINAL” written on my chest. I would drink any and all men’s piss that wished to use me. Then this weekend I would be taken to the auditorium here in the dorm to be tortured and abused by every resident both slave and freemen.

Master strapped the urinal gag to my head inserting it deep in my mouth. He pointed his cock towards my face and pissed right in my eyes. He ordered me to open them and watch. His piss burned my eyes and I struggled to keep them open. His piss then ran down my face and into the gag where it when into my mouth and down my throat. Master finished dressing then took my leash and connected it to my collar and walked me out the door. He led me down the stairs and out the door and to the very center of campus. He pointed to the base of one of the flag poles and I got on my knees with my back to the pole. He locked the cuffs of my wrist and ankles behind the pole then got a large marker out of his backpack and wrote “PUBLIC URINAL” on my chest. Then without a word he turned and took a few steps away then he turned back and wrote just above my balls to “KICK FOR SERVICE.”

Surprisingly I got a lot of stares from passersby but not many people took my Master up on his offer until about mid-day when first one student came up to me and kicked my balls and laughed then pulled out his cock and pissed on my face. I drank him piss as it ran into the gag. Soon a small line of students had formed. For the next hour I drank an almost constant flow of piss even two students at one time pissed on me a couple times. I thought my belly was going to explode from all the piss when I started to piss myself. Someone laughed and said the urinal has sprung a leak.

Things got quiet again until the end of the day when there was another rush of students relieving themselves on and in me. I was glad to serve them it was the punishment that my Master decided I deserved and I would do everything I could to please him. I did spot Master a couple times during the day at a distance he always looked my way checking on me but if he noticed me looking quickly looked the other direction. After about 8:00 things died off again until about 2:30 in the morning when the bars closed and a few drunken students demanded service. I tried to grab a bit of sleep here and there with only limited success. However before I knew it the locks holding me to the pole unlocked themselves and I went to the dorm and showered. Again I was waiting on my knees with my ass up when Master opened his door.

Master ordered me into his room and I kneeled at his feet. He told me that he wanted me to know that he was still proud of me for the choice I had made to help out the new slave and that he would have ordered me to do the exact same thing IF I had asked but that I didn’t and that is the sole reason for my punishment. Master got out a e-stim device and connected it to my cage and set it to random intensity, random duration and random intervals. He ordered me to get in the cage under the bed and try to get some rest while he was in class. Tonight would be the torture session and I would need to get some rest before enduring that. I thanked Master by kissing his feet and crawled under the bed just as the first jolt of electricity shocked my cock and balls. It was going to be a long day.