It was led held fast by the Master's hand out his front door onto the dark street about 3 o’clock in the morning. Faggot’s mind wasn’t even work...ing, only its insatiable hunger to swallow shit and be debased by this new shit satyr. The appearance – stink, savory flavor, bitter taste of cold feces clay is what was leading to its fate. Faggot’s time to be “certified” as shit insane had arrived.Shit Master took his new toilet-dog outside and force fed it turds by hand out of the nearby construction. I asked him where the ice machine was for our drinks and he pointed down the way. I asked him about his life, job, and hopes for the future. He replied that he was born here in town and had been working at the hotel since he graduated from high school. I asked if he had gone to college. He said that his family couldn't afford it so he never left town. I asked about the hotel. How many people come through here, what types of people, etc. He said the guy who owned the hotel lived in another town. It is my goddess... Ride my face again...” Jennifer blinked rapidly in disbelief.“Mistress. You address me as mistress.”“Yes, Mistress. I love your cunt. I want more. I want you to dominate me... Please Mistress...”“That wasn’t so hard my cunt boy, was it?”“No, Mistress.”Marla got off him and then pulled his underwear under his balls. She gathered the elastic in her hands and put a strangle type elastic hold on his dick and balls. They quickly turned purple. I’m going to enjoy teasing this. I began to perspire and I felt cold. It was if I was suddenly afflicted with some terrible disease or infection, or something. Breathing became difficult. I lowered my head to my hands and tried to regain control. If I had been able to think of a response, I wouldn't have been able to voice it. I don't believe I passed out, but I lost all track of time. Jen's loud crying was the only sound in the room.I don't know how long I sat there, but eventually I began to regain some semblance of rational.