This choice: 3. Use him like a machine, i.e. garbage disposal, ashtray, • Go Back...Chapter #43. Use him like a machine, i.e. garbage disposa... by: nyrnyynrk   Cynthia reflected and after pulling a pink dog-collar from bag, she attached it around my neck, snapping a pink leather leash to it. Holding the leash in her hand, she giggled as she walked into her bedroom suite, pulling me in tow. There by the “his and her’s” sinks was a table that was cluttered with make-up. Moving the stool into her walk-in closet, she pointed to the space telling me ‘get down on all fours’; once in place she threw a large cotton towel over me, covering my head. I think she left, because things got real quiet. After what seemed like a few hours, and some very sore knees and arms later, she returned and what I perceived was a theatrical performance, she sat on my spine. I heard Cynthia and her man talking, but I wasn’t paying much attention-I was too bewildered. I can’t believe a woman whom I once cared for so much would treat me like this. Worse is her telling me that it’s for my own good. She suggested her treatment would be far better than someone who either didn’t care or was actually angry with me. She mentioned snuff scenarios where some women did incredibly horrible things to former lovers and the kind. I think she was just taking off her make-up because she was done pretty quick. When she brushed her teeth, she was actually standing on my fingers, it didn’t hurt, but she either didn’t notice or she was acting like she didn’t care she was causing me discomfort.
After some time she walked away, and the light turned off. I was to spend the night on all fours next to her make-up stand. Sometime after sunrise, I heard noises. Cynthia feet came into view, she pulled the towel off my head and said I was to given a moment to relieve myself in the morning, it was one of two breaks she said I would get daily. Both of which were for the sole purpose of relieving myself. Cynthia came back with a cup of coffee, which smelled delicious: “you’ll get some leftovers, if there are any” She sat on my back, lit up a cigarette and slowly started to put her make-up on for the day. I could only feel her weight shift around as an apparent endless of products were opened, closed and put back in their place. Her lover, Carlos came over and said he was leaving for work, she said good-by and I could feel her weight shift as she was reaching up to kiss her man for the day. It turned into a long kiss that had absolutely nothing to do with me, the seat that Cynthia was sitting on. Without a further word, she went back to her face. I heard a couple of drawers open and close and by the sound, she was looking for jewelry and accessories. After about :30, she got up and left. I heard the phone ring and Cynthia was soon talking with one of her friends. She had apparently invited a few over for that afternoon for some time in the sun by the pool behind the house. After a long chat about this and that, she came over towards me and I could now see the colorful slide pumps she had on her bare feet. I could see the pretty, purple frost painted toe-nails peeking through the front. As I watched, I could hear her rustling around above me when I heard the distinctive sound of a lipstick tube being opened. As she leaned in forward, I watched as her shoe came down again on my fingers. Again, she did not move it, didn’t even seem to notice a hand was under her pretty foot. I could only stay in place as a stool watching her foot find it’s balance on the back of my hand. She finished her lipstick and I heard her give herself a spritz of perfume. She smelled wonderful. She left without a word to me, nor my getting anything to eat before she left the house.
Upon her return, she eventually came to me but instead of asking if I was hungry she picked up my leash and took me outside. After giving me a drink from the yard hose, she returned inside only to come out a few minutes later with a device that looked like something dentists use to keep your mouth open. She told me to open up and then wordlessly put the contraption in my mouth, turning a screw that expanded my jaws up to and beyond comfortable. She then motioned me to sit between 2 chairs when she tied my ankles together with a pair of cuffs and chain that had another longer chain running from my foot bondage up to the back of pink dog-collar. I was effectively sitting with my upturned face between 2 patio chairs that over looked the pool and garden areas. Cynthia returned into the house for what seemed ages. I heard voices inside the house and I wished I would be given the right to be inside, to be in Cynthia’s company. I was getting lonely, as it’s almost been 25 hours since anyone really said a word to me. Cynthia and 3 female guests came outside holding some drinks in their hand, purses over their arms, looking very casual. One of the women had some teenage girls with here but they quickly went out to the pool for sun and water. A dark haired beauty wordlessly sat down in of the seats by me. I watched as her pearl colored painted nails reached into her purse to bring out a pack of Virginia Slims. I was taken by her beauty as I was able to see her smokey/charcoal eye-make up. It faded as it went up beyond her eyelid. After awhile, she lit up a cigarette and blowing the smoke upwards she engaged in conversation with her friends, not giving me a second glance as to why a man would be tied up next to her chair with an upturned and open mouth. I guess it wasn’t new to her because with barely a look down her long nail tapped the cigarette, causing some ash to fall into my mouth. This is the ultimate object fetish being played out….i was being used and nobody was even noticing. After some time, Cynthia herself came over and she already has a cigarette going. Her hand rested on my forehead and I could see the smoke trailing out the darkening filter, her beautiful red nails holding her smoke, a lipstick stain on the filter tip. Still, even she did not act like I was anything but an ashtray. Her friend eventually ground out her cigarette on devise that was on my mouth piece designed for just that purpose. I was wondering how that would play out, but it really hit home when she just dropped the now extinguished cigarette butt into my mouth. Cynthia soon replayed out the same pattern, grinding out the cigarette, not looking at my eyes, just focusing on crushing a cigarette and dropping the used butt (this one had a big lipstick stain on the filter). The conversation went on around me as the ladies enjoyed their beverages and snacks. It was talk of men, sex, shopping, cloths, friends, movies….and my only participation was silently gathering trash in my open mouth.
The girls talked most of the afternoon and soon my mouth was filled with 6-8 butts. I had noticed the sun started going behind clouds and the girls eventually moved indoors, leaving me tied up on the porch. One of the teens walked up while heading inside the house and after pulling her hair aside, she leaned in, gathered a ball of phlegm ceremoniously deposited a big wad into my mouth. Her friend came by pulling chewed gum from her mouth and plopped that right behind spittle. I felt lower than low; why was this happening to me?
Soon it started to rain and my upturned face, and open mouth began to gather rain-water as well. Eventually I had to swallow and almost chocked. I would have died alone on the back-porch if I did. Sometime near dark, Cynthia came out, pointed the hose at my mouth and told me to swallow. She told me I was to sleep on the porch as she didn’t want me getting sick inside. How thoughtful. That is how I spent the night, tied between two chairs, with my pink dog collar and face point to the heavens.
The next morning Cynthia came out with Carlos and then……
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