Humiliation Online

I had been communicating for a few months with a mysterious Master from Canada. He kept himself well hidden behind the keyboard and hardly ever offered up a picture or information about himself. This in itself was frustrating. However the more we interacted the more I came to trust this interesting man I was slowly building a profile of in my head. Being a single mother and also working full time I found I was disobeying Master or not completing tasks as ordered, purely due to lack of sleep and hours in the day. This eventually wore thin for Master and he released me. I was shocked and upset. I felt like I was being punished for being a mother. I was angry. I said to him - I wish you were here I want to scream at you and hit you. He didn't respond. He was calm and gentle and left me alone for a few days. I felt abandoned for some time. I told my one friend who knew about my Master - she almost cried for me. Then he messaged me. He asked if I was OK. We started chatting again but this time generally and not as his slave. He remained private and again didn't offer too much of himself however was more open to a laugh and responded with appreciation of such. Somehow we arranged for a month of consideration and afterwards he would accept me as his slave if he was satisfied with my tasks. Which brings me to the last 19 hours. I was ordered to go directly home from work. He had already given me my orders. Once home I was to wear nothing but my collar and jeans. I was to bind my legs with rope at the ankle, below the knee and above the knee. I was to write Dirty Slut, Whore, Cunt and Masters Sex Toy in marker on my chest and belly and finally I was to cuff my hands behind my back and sit and contemplate my service to Master. This was to be videoed and sent to Master. Should I need to pee I was to do it in my jeans. I was not to remove my jeans unless to shit. I was not to remove my cuffs unless to prepare food or shit. For food and drink I was to prepare it in bowls and place them on the floor to eat from. I was not allowed to watch TV or use the phone and computer. I was allowed to take calls however not make them. Being home and having the kids away for the weekend was elating in itself. Knowing I had a task until noon the next day added to this. I was keen to get this task done. I knew it was a big one and it would be long however I told myself to commit, focus and just get on with it. I recognise in myself that I am a quitter when it really truly honestly gets too much. I don't like this quality and I know I can change it. I know that I can do anything I put my mind to. When I was birthing my children I loved the experience but right at the end, the part where the head needs to come out for both births I recall saying 'I can't'.. but what point was there to that? I had come too far. I had to, there was no other option. So I gathered my strength and I pushed on.... pardon the pun. So if I can do that I know I can complete a task given to me, online, by this lovely Master of mine. Once I had prepared my bondage and sent the first video I sat and meditated for some time. It was nice to have some time out from work and mothering and all the other bullshit that goes on around me. I rarely get time like that. So I happily meditated for about an hour. Afterwards I sat on the edge of the bed and read a book. I sat awkwardly and struggled to turn each page, but I endured this. During this time Master was obviously asleep in Canada. I was starting to feel bored and desperately wanted him to wake up and see my first video and tell me 'good slut'. I decided to have my dinner. I removed my cuffs and jumped into the kitchen. My naked tits flopping up and down. I prepared a simple salad and a bottle of water and a spare bowl and hopped with them back to my room. Filming myself eating like an animal was hard. Kneeling with my hands behind my back was impossible to do without smashing my face into the food bowl. I wanted to delete the video and start again but fuck it, I'm not perfect, this isn't a movie, this is real life. I ate what I could but soon lost my appetite due to the difficulty and knowing that Master would be watching me eat like an animal. I drank some water and waited for the urge to piss. It came quickly and I again hopped out of my room with my heavy tits bouncing about and into the bathroom. I set the camera up and filmed myself with bound legs and cuffed hands getting into the bathtub to pee. I could see myself in the camera and once I started peeing could also see the wetness coming through my jeans. I recall thinking - am I really going to send this to him... how gross. Once done I fought the urge to clean myself up and after dripping for a minute turned off the video and hopped back to my room. I had put a waterproof sheet onto my bed and laid on it. The smell and the wetness made me feel uncomfortable. Knowing that Sir would soon be awake I just laid there dozing until I heard the tone to say he had messaged me. After a brief interaction and no response to my videos of preparing, eating, drinking and peeing (!!!) I needed to pee again. So again I hopped to the bathroom, set up the camera, stood in the bathtub and pissed into my jeans. I then returned to my bed to get some sleep. My sleep was restless and broken. I awoke uncomfortable from the wet jeans. I was conscious of trying to not dirty my bed. My legs and arms ached from being bound and I was unable to lay in a position that I liked. Each time I woke I noticed my collar was more restrictive no doubt due to my body warming up. At this point I did loosen my collar just for safety reasons, tied my hands back behind my back and tried to get some more sleep. It was a long night. Very similar to camping in a tent in the winter with inadequate blankets. Just lying there wrapped tight in a sleeping bag - my bindings - unable to move comfortably or feel my toes and waiting for the sun to come up. My usual 7am alarm woke me and I immediately checked my phone. Master had left instructions for me for after breakfast. I jumped to the bathroom and pissed in the bathtub. After sending this video I then did my required daily task of sending a picture kneeling to say good morning to Master. He replied with - good morning stinky slut. Oh the shame of it. Again no good slut, no pat on the back for doing my tasks well. I was tired and wanted Master to be nice to me. I hopped to the kitchen and prepared breakfast. I then ate it on the floor whilst filming. Afterwards I was to put my gag with nipple clamps on and again sent him a picture as evidence. Master asked if I wanted to give up. I replied 'fuck no Sir. Not after that shitty sleep. The coffee can wait'. My sense of humour was hanging in however he asked again 'are you sure you don't want to take a shower'. Ahhhhh as lovely as this would be I resisted and told him the shower can wait. Master ordered that for my next pee I was to hit my cunt 20 times with my spatula. I filmed this and sent it. Still nothing from him. I had a nap for a short time and upon waking, Master asked me if I wanted to take a shower. I replied that I was almost done and that I would wait until noon. When he asked why, I told him that I wanted to prove to him and to myself that I can complete tasks. I sat and did a meditation for a while and afterwards thought about this task. Master had already said that this is not a task that he would give a slave in person. By the end of the 19 hours I was very lonely. I wanted the task to be over, my arms and legs were hurting. Surely in person he would be interacting with me more but with my hands tied how can I message him. Finally I prepared my lunch and filmed myself eating my last meal from the bowls. After seeing the video Master told me the task was completed. I removed all binds and cuffs and as he ordered, I prepared myself a bath, removed my stinky jeans and sank into the inviting bubbles and cleansing water. Whilst in the bath Sir congratulated me on completing the task. He said he had a small doubt that I could finish the task. We chatted about general topics and I added to my mental profile of him. I enjoyed chatting to him and felt much better after the casual chat then I did before, knowing that he has seen me piss myself and eat like an animal. I guess this was the aftercare I was craving and being online its all Master can offer. After the hour long soak I was to show myself to him. He asked me how I felt and I said 'clean and accomplished sir'. Now I am free for the day however am not allowed pleasure or pain. Such a pity..... I really was thinking that there would be an orgasmic reward for completing the task. But I learned very early on that this man is always, respectfully, one step ahead of me.