Chapter 5

 

Fishy was too tired to swim any longer so she went to the shallow end of the pool. They kept her swimming hours every day in part to keep her toned and in part to advertise her. She learned from casual comments from her users, both Internet and cohabitants at the Institute of Submission, that there was now a live feed of the pool area. Apparently many of the Internet Masters as well as submissive “wannabes” who wished they could be in her place had the feed set to pop up on their computer screen whenever motion was detected.

Even Fishy was only human though. No way could she swim eight or more hours each day as well as perform hours and hours of Internet masochism and humiliation without let up.

When she was too tired to swim she was allowed to stand in the shallow end. The rule was she had to stand with the water barely touching the bottom of her slit and she had to stand right in front of a certain camera suspended from the ceiling. As she breathed hard recovering from the swimming she had to swish her hands back and forth on the water’s surface. This caused the water to roll and lap against her pussy. The contact was minimal and should not have been very arousing at all. The knowledge of all those unknown eyes full of bad intent examining her body and delighting in her subservient service made the lapping wavelets into artful caresses.

After her breathing calmed it would build back up until she was panting again, this time with passion. She wouldn’t touch herself and she wouldn’t let it continue too far. She knew they wanted her stoked up and ready for a winning performance every night.

If that was what her Masters and Mistresses, known and unknown, wanted then that was also what she wanted….

The door to the pool room opened and one of the Dominant nurses entered. Mistress Dewitt. Fishy had no idea what her first name was despite having gone down on her half a dozen times in the past. She was a mean bitch who loved to yank Fishy’s damp yellow hair while receiving pleasure. Fishy was surprised to see her because it was just about time for her to perform for that night’s Internet Master, whoever turned out to win the bidding war. Fishy couldn’t be sure about the time because she wasn’t allowed a clock or watch. The only jewelry she was allowed were the heavy silver nipple rings. There was talk of adding to her arsenal of body jewelry. Contemplation of that always made Fishy dreamy even though she also dreaded it. It would be a dream come true -- pierced pussy lips and even a pierced clitoris like her poor enslaved former neighbor Melissa/Wiggle Tongue -- but she knew if she ever somehow woke up from the dream the dream would become a nightmare.

Dewitt’s harsh voice snapped her out of her reverie, “Get up on land, little Fishy. It’s time to perform but you have an easy show tonight. A very special request. ”

Fishy stepped out of the pool and didn’t bother to dry herself. They liked her wet. Besides, the towels were for Dominant visitors. Fishies do not use towels.

Dewitt set two small bowls on a table. There was a camera at one end of the poolside table. Fishy was curious and not too scared.

Dewitt smacked her ass with a wiry strong hand and smirked at Fishy, “Easy as can be, a real treat. Literally. At least for the likes of you. You have quite a few fans and some are quite loyal. Well, loyal might not be the right word for it. Think obsessive. One of them who goes by the Internet name “DeePenetrator” has a very special request. Two requests actually and he paid handsomely though, just a guess, I doubt he is actually handsome. He has sent us a large amount of his sperm. Frozen when sent but we’ve thawed it out. No telling how many loads it took to make this volume. Mr. DeePenetrator may have been saving ejaculate for months now. No doubt inspired by your performances. First bowl, eat it up yum yum good. Don’t miss a drop, lick it all clean, and be sure to ham it up for the camera there. Then the second bowl; smear that jism all over your body. Every inch. Don’t miss a spot. Bottom of feet, ass crack, behind your ears, get them all. Any leftover dump in your hair and slick it up. Then you have the rest of the night off. Roll around in your bed, masturbate, anything, but you can’t wash it off until tomorrow. Understood?”

Fishy nodded. She hadn’t spoken for months now because she’d been ordered not to. Fish, of course, do not speak so it made perfect sense.

She did as directed slurping up one bowl of sperm and soon wearing the other bowl’s contents from head to toes. Looking at the camera and arching her body to and fro added to the experience both for her and the untold number of viewers.

Now what?Would she, as suggested, go to her waterbed and roll around shellacked in semen while she masturbated?

Of course she would.