Chapter 10
Life Changes
The nest month was hell for Michelle even, by her standards. Josh decided to
enforce many of her own punishments on herself, and added his own. Cum was her
only meal, other then serving as Josh's toilet. He was the first person who made
her eat shit, and not she had to do it every day. He usually pissed directly
into her mouth, but he would shit in the toilet and require her to stick her
face in and eat his waste. Ironically it was her most nourishing meal each day.
She had felt weak before, but after month of living on waste she felt incredibly
weak, and sick, as if she had a perpetual flu. She was pale and skin and skin
and bones at 102. Josh also enforced her 4 hour sleep rule, which he purposely
ruined time and again for her, so she got even less. She was perpetually
exhausted, and felt as though she was on the verge of collapse. Though like a
good slave, she never once complained. She took her fucking and beatings like a
pro, concerning herself only with her user's pleasure, even as they humiliated,
insulted and ravaged her broken and battered body. Other new changes were made.
Michelle was forced to wear 7 inch stiletto heels permanently, only to be
removed when she was washed. After a discussion with Josh he decided on her most
uncomfortable pair in a 7 inch heal. He had her try on several pairs to make
sure these were the worst. The were then bought three sizes too small, and then
has sandpaper glued into them, After michelle feet were crammed into them. Tacks
were pounded into the bottom. This way she would be perpetually walking on
tacks. The shoes were hideously uncomfortable and her toes were crushed and
crumpled up at the front of the shoe. Standing in these was painful, let alone
when she had to stand for hours, and god forbid walk in them. The worst was
walking to work or Miss Stacy's. But like a good slave, Michelle learned to
suffer what Josh wanted her too, and soon managed to become mobile in the shoes.
Her ass was also to be continuously plugged by her new monstrous but plug. She
could only remove it for fucking and shitting. Usually though it was for
fucking. Everytime she replaced it she had to coat it in burning pepper sauce.
The plug was 8inches long and three inches wide at the widest point., the idea
was to permanently stretch out and ruin her ass. Michelle was actually excited
abut being made to wear a corset. It was a torture she had really wanted to
bear. However, like everything for michelle, she got no say it how it was done.
Her waist uncorseted was a slim 22inches. Josh picked out a cheap hard corset,
and closed it all the way on her from the start. She didn't deserve a proper
fitting custom corset, as one not tailored to her would be more uncomfortable.
The corset proved to be almost unbearably painful as her waist was immediately
squeezed down to 16 inches, There was no waist training for michelle, just
painful results. The corset only came off for washing, and to make it worse Josh
lines the corset with sandpaper and applied itching powder. This was to be
reapplied everytime she put it on. As Michelle was prohibited from giving
herself any relief, including scratching itches, the corset provide to be very
distracting. Not that she could have scratched an itch while wearing it, but she
wasn't even permitted to try. When allowed bras, she only permitted tack bras.
One night while laying in her closet, she read through her porno magazines. It
was 5 in the morning, so her sleeping hours were over, however she had to stay
in her closet until Josh got up so she didn't disturb his rest. Michelle was so
exhausted she actually slept well curled up on the dirty hard wooden floor of
the closet. The comfort of even a filthy mattress, was now a thing of the past,
at least for sleeping. She was even allowed a pillow or blanket anymore. So
every night she curled u naked on the floor of her cramped little closet, until
her alarm went off, telling her, she was to get up. This was her only free t
time but she was to remain in the closet and keep silent, so they only thing she
could do was look at her porn under the harsh glare of a single light bulb. It
was her only free time, and michelle hated it. She didn't want free to time, she
wanted to be serving constantly. She was too tired to think. Yet she was
forbidden to go back to sleep, she could touch herself, but never cum. In fact
Josh made clear she was to never cum again. Of course Josh would never know if
she used this private time to cum or catch a little more sleep then she was
allowed, but she never did, nor would she. She watched as a mosquito that had
been bugging her all night landed in the middle of a large bruise on her breast
and began sucking. Such mild pain, compared t what she was used to now. Shw was
careful to slowly turn the pages of her magazine so as to not bother the
mosquito. Today was a little more interesting, because, she had a new issue of
her favorite magazine. Josh controlled all her money now, and only allowed her a
few new porno magazines. At first he resisted, but when he saw the mags she was
reading, he thought them a good idea. This issue had a follow up story to the
woman that had wrote in last time concerning her husband being unhappy with her.
She had written in a followup response. The woman stated that she did everything
in her power during the two weeks to try and please her husband, but she had
failed. She simply wasn't good enough for him, as he put it, so he properly
divorced her so he could get with a younger better cunt more easily. She was
devastated and still is, but found after some though found some comfort in the
fact that he would be happier, and after all it was his happiness that mattered.
She had come to realize that his leaving her was entirely her fault. And she
realized that her last letter ironically was the proof of it. Cause even though
she tried to give and allow him anything he wanted, she harbored the slightest
amount of resentment or hurtfulness about the way she he brutally used her,
about his infidelity, about the way he slept around , about him not working and
spending the money she made, and etc. Even though she never once complained to
him or ask anything of him, she new it was her fault for feeling these things at
all. She should have been completely and utterly focused on him and his
pleasure, at complete disregard to her own. So she concluded he was right to
dump her. The divorce went smoothly she didn't get any attorney and cooperated
fully with his. The prenuptial was enforced and she was left with absolutely
nothing. Further she was to pay him alimony and child support, in sums that
totaled roughly 90% of her paycheck. He would keep the car house and everything
else. He even kept most of her clothes. He was also given full custody of the
kid, and she was denied even visitation. Most divorces are no fault now a days,
however hers was a fault based divorce and was blamed squarely on her, for
numerous reasons, such as infidelity, failing her sin her spousal duties, etc.
In the end she even paid all his attorney fees. She apologized gratuitously for
failing him, but he offered her no forgiveness. After the divorce several side
agreements were worked out. She would also continue to pay the mortgage and car
payments for him. Plus, she would come over everyday after her work, to clean
his house and cook him and his new young cunt dinner. In a way things hadn't
changed all that much, she was just no longer how wife, and now lived in shack
instead of with him. Plus she had to get another part time job to cover the huge
amount taken out of her paycheck. But she was grateful that he allowed to still
serve him, even in this reduced capacity. Michelle pinched and twisted her clit
to stem off another orgasm. It would be another four or five hours before Josh
got up and began using her.
