"Yes sir', I replied, tears still rolling down my cheeks.

"And don't you think that since you made the mess, you should be the one to clean it up"?

What else could I say but, "Yes sir".

"Ok then get down on your fucking knees and clean it up" he yelled.

I dropped to my knees right away and waited for him to give me the bucket and mop.

"What the fuck are you waiting for asshole", he yelled again.

Young William was standing there with a big smile on his face. Henry as usual just stood there his face expressionless.

Well he did ask a question, so I naturally answered. "For a bucket and mop, sir".

"A fucking bucket and a fucking mop", he snapped as he looked at William with an incredulous look on his face.

"The fucking slave thinks it should have a bucket and a mop, do you think this piece of shit should have the use of a bucket and a mop William", he asked of his son.

"No way dad", sneered William. "Make him use his built in bucket and mop" and he gave a little snicker.

"Hear that Pussyboy", he snapped again. "You have a built in bucket and mop, use them".

Being in such an emotional state from all the things that had been happening to me, I just did not understand what he was saying. A built in bucket and mop? What were they talking about.

I must have been showing my confusion because the Master suddenly yelled, "Your mouth and tongue asshole. Use your fucking mouth and tongue".

That was the last straw. There was no way I was going to clean up my piss and cum by drinking it and I made the big mistake of voicing that opinion.

"No way", I boldly stated. "I have had enough of this, I want to go home".

From out of nowhere a black leather whip came swishing through the air and landed square across my unprotected back. I gave a loud scream and fell forward into my own mess. That's twice today I landed in my own piss.

Before I could recover another blow landed, this one lower down and just above my ass cheeks. I screamed again and tried to crawl away.

"Start cleaning up the fucking mess or I'm going to beat the living shit out of you, asshole", he screamed and another blow landed. This time on my ass cheeks.

Screaming in pain and trying to avoid the whip, I finally forgot any pride that I may have had left and lowered my face to the floor and began to slurp. The whipping stopped.

"See Pussyboy", the Master said in his calm fatherly voice again, "all you have to do to avoid punishment is obey. As for going home, well Pussyboy you are home. This is where you will live from now on. It isn't right for someone, so totally incapable of looking after themselves as you are, to be running free. Soon you will see that I am right and you will be much happier, believe me. I am only doing this for your own good".

For my own good? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He had me scared to death, had kept me in a tiny cage for hours, made me eat and drink from a dogs dish, put me in a kennel to relieve myself with two dogs that wouldn't leave me alone, hung me up and scared me so bad I pissed myself, had just beat me with a whip to make me drink my own piss and cum up off of the floor and had the nerve to say he was doing it for my own good. What other tortures lie ahead? It would seem that anything goes with this guy and I had no choice but to obey.

My piss tasted bitter and I almost threw it up a couple of times, but managed to gag it back down. I'm not really sure what the cum tasted like because it was mixed in with the piss, so that was all I could taste. Finally I managed to get the last of it. All that was left was the damp spot left by my tongue.

I sat back on my knees and looked up at the three of them. I thought I had lost all my pride, but that wasn't so. The look on the faces of the three of them as they stared at me was more humiliating then the situation in the store, the kennel or anything else so far. I just felt completely and totally degraded. Little did I know, it had really only just begun.