Marie 's submissive yr
hebdomad 4 - Windy City

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monition and disclaimer : This story outlines the traveling of a middle-aged wife who decided to expend a twelvemonth exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her married man and her best supporter issue her to the mop up form of depravities during a year-old international junket. If you do n't like that kind of affair, delight go read something else and do n't lead feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the story is.
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Lora opened the lid of the can of protein crapulence. She scooped one wide tablespoonful and dumped it into a tall chicken feed. She looked down at her friend, kneeling on the hard tile just a few feet away to her left. Marie 's eyes were red and tears dripped down her face but she stayed understood as learn. The steadfast position collar kept her head turned upward, the teardrop running into her pinna and down her neck. There were pools in the spots where her hands rested on the leash, digit clasped tightly behind her neck.
'' Get up and move backward an column inch, '' Lora said casually, dipping the scoop shovel into the can again.
A quiet sob escaped Marie 's lips as she struggled to snarf her knees. Her pegleg would n't reply for several mo, then finally they came up an column inch or so off the tiles. Some of the Sir Tim Rice and half-peas were embedded in her pallid physique, some of it fell to the trading floor as she moved.
'' Add another quarter cup of each '' Lora said casually.
Marie just whispered, `` Yes Mistress. '' She opened her knees slightly, resting now on the ball of her feet.
'' Well, go ahead, '' Lora snapped.
Marie squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered slightly. She struggled to get to her feet but fell over sideways. Her wooden leg were completely fatigued, Lora had put her there at exactly six-twenty, just as she had every dawning since she moved in with her. That was exactly two hebdomad ago and it was n't any soft kneel there now than it was that number 1 time.
Lora went to the icebox and took out a nursing bottle of distilled water, poured it into the protein gunpowder. Marie pushed herself up with her handwriting, waddled slowly to the counter and picked up the bag of Timothy Miles Bindon Rice and pea plant. She twisted it spread out and poured about a quarter cup on the floor where she 'd been kneeling.
'' Good young woman. Back into lieu now, '' Lora said. Marie twisted the bag closed and walked slowly back to her pip. Lora looked at the kitchen clock. It was only six-thirty. Marie had been kneeling only ten mo, she had another fifteen to go.
'' Breakfast was fine, dearest, '' Lora said. `` How did it feel, branching out a bit ? ``
'' It felt howling, Mistress, '' Marie said. She reached for the edge of the counter to becalm herself, knelt back down on the tiny plate, gasping at the pain, then let go of the counter and crossed her fingers behind her neck again.
Lora pulled a chair across the kitchen floor and sat down beside her. `` I think you 've seen enough slavery movies for a while. '' She slid the end of a Turkey baster into the tall glass and sucked up three in of the protein drink. `` out-of-doors up. '' Marie opened her back talk and Lora slid the long subway between her mouth, across her tongue and down into the back of her throat. Marie did n't gag until it was a full two inches past her epiglottis. She jerked forward slightly and Lora squeezed the bulb, shooting the drink directly into her throat.
'' You 're getting just, '' she said sweetly. Marie blinked back the tears, closed her lips around the plastic tube-shaped structure and moved her promontory up and down slightly. `` ripe. Good cocksucker training, '' Lora said, then leaned forward and kissed Marie on the cheek.
Lora pulled the tube out and said, `` spread up. '' Marie opened her sass anxiously and Lora dumped the residue of the crapulence onto her font. Marie swallowed desperately but nearly half of it overflowed her mouth and ran down the movement of her torso. She moaned.
'' You do n't need all of that, do you ? '' Lora teased. She set the glass down on the counter and reached for Marie 's teat. She squeezed them between her digit and thumb, held them still, increasing the pressure the lease go, watching her friend 's eyelids close and open as the undulation of belief went through her.
'' You know, you 've lost six pounds in just two workweek. I 'm yarn-dye. And I think this diet is helping, is n't it ? ``
'' Yes, Mistress, '' Marie whispered.
It was confessedly. She 'd wrestled with her weight her whole lifetime. She was still nearly a hundred pounds over her `` ideal '' free weight but had never been able to make much of a ding in it. Lora was going to change all that. Marie was giving her under a thousand calories a day and well-nigh of that was protein powder or vegetable beverage. She had n't had a real meal since the first nighttime they 'd been together, the dark John the Evangelist had agreed to let the two of them bring him `` a surprisal ''.
Lora had explained to him at their last get together four nights ago that the weightiness loss eas n't really a destination. Lora had friends all over the creation who wanted to have their way with a plumper. Controlling Marie 's dieting was more of a psychological puppet for Lora to help oneself her friend get rid of the years of conservative defenses she 'd built up around her own sexual nature. Lora knew her friend well enough to sleep together she had a deep submissive streak and was aroused by obedience. And by pain. Marie could just never admit it to herself. At least, not before now.
She let go of Marie 's tit and watched her friend 's torso shudder, then deflate ever so slightly, her arousal short again. It did n't matter. She knew what was adjacent and she could wait. Their function had been the same every day and today was no exception.
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'' Six forty-five, '' Lora announced. `` You can get up and houseclean this mountain up. Be in your room in five minutes. ``
'' Yes, schoolmistress, '' Marie stammered, pulling herself up on the bound of the counter. Her knees and branch were in suffering but she did n't want to turn a loss any time. She took the hand broom and sweep up the pea and Elmer Reizenstein, poured them back into the bag she used every morning. Then, she walked to her room as quickly as she could, her legs blotto from the pain, her knee joint barely able to bend, but her body anxious for what was coming next.
Marie sat on the bed, her workforce in her lap, as instructed. Lora unbuckled the posture collar and took it off. Marie was completely au naturel now, her big tits and the drum roll of fat around her shank picket and white against the Bourgogne colored sheets. The world-class few days, she 'd tried to incubate herself whenever she could but eventually she got comfortable being naked around Lora and now she felt a bit off when Lora 's friends came over and she had to get dressed. She looked down at her knee joint and shins, the abstruse red indentations from the pea and Timothy Miles Bindon Rice were still well-defined and painful. Looking at them turned her on and she opened her branch, letting her hands slip just a small boost down until she was pressing the base of her thumb against her clitoris. She started to rub and opened her peg wider, watching Lora at the computing machine terminal.
'' Already starting, are we ? '' she asked without turning her head.
Marie answered softly, `` yes, schoolma'am. It 's six fifty. ``
'' And ... '' Lora asked, enjoying making Marie repetition her learn Litany as often as possible.
'' And this one 's cunt is hungry, thirsty for dildoes and fingers and fists. It 's twat is for ill-treatment. It 's prick is for fucking, its rectum craves meat. Its anus is for sucking shaft and its mouth is there only to make men happy. '' Marie shuddered as she talked. Lora had made her write the little voice communication over and over hundreds of times in a notebook during their first off week.
'' And the rest of you ? ``
Marie closed her eyes and rubbed herself faster between the legs. The second theatrical role turned her on even more than the first. `` Its flesh is to mystify. Its knife is for cleaning arsehole, balls and slit. Its psyche is for corruption and its integral reason for being is as an object of delight. You may use me any way you like. '' She came as she said the news `` physical object '' and kept shuddering through the repose of the speech.
'' near, '' Lora said, standing up. `` Here, I 've found something for you. ``
Marie slid back on the bed until she was leaning against the headboard. The big blind television lit up and Marie was watching three char in line suits who were busy wiring up another younger woman, big breasted and naked. They wrapped fuzz wires around her fingers and toes and ten pads all over her body. Marie was puzzled but the woman was beautiful and her eyes locked on the cleaning woman 's belly, flat and tanned.
'' You 'll be shocked as well once we get further into your training. You remember the small shockers you wore for John in the bar that night ? Well, soon it will be time for you to graduate. ``
Lora left the room, locking it from the exterior while Marie settled down for the first of her three day by day porn-and-masturbation sessions. Lora had started those right-hand off as well. At six 45 and again at nine, Lora locked her in her room and Marie watched pornography and masturbated. The first few 24-hour interval, Lora had stayed with her, making sure as shooting she was constantly touching, probing, using the vibrators and dildoes Lora provided, and not taking her eyes off of the screen. Now, Marie was an eager student, fascinated by and curious about the profundity of the depravities these fair sex had allowed to be captured on television. Everything turned her on and she was constantly cumming. From the first telecasting of fuck-and-suck academic session to ternion to bondage and light spanking, she welcomed every new bit of sexual data like a starving person at a snack counter. She had so many years to give up for.
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At seven forty-five, the lights flashed and the TV shut itself off. Marie was lost in another world, the vibrator pressed have between her pegleg. She had been cumming non-stop for the last ten minutes, her oculus glued to a couple of slight Asian fair sex who were kissing and stroking each early, each helping the other try to ignore the daze that were being administered by a timer on the wall behind them.
She pulled herself back into the real existence and turned off the vibrator, set it down on the table next to the bed. She sat there and turned her head, stared into the bathroom.
Marie still hated this portion of the morning, even five workweek later. She ran through the stride in her creative thinker, dreading each one, feeling her venter turn, wanting to throw up. First was what Lora called `` thinning her bush ''. Marie hated this more than most of the rest of it. Lora was turning her into one of the bimbos in the video recording. Yes, she wanted to experience these things, but no, she did n't desire to induce to be one of the silicon-titted, clean-shaved pencil-thin example in the movies. She was proud of her midst, lush pussy bush and John always said he loved it too. Now, Lora had her surcharge twenty dollar bill tomentum from that bush each morning, holding them in her sass through the rest of the morn 's routine.
Next were the two enema she had to give herself. These were horrifying but not because of the pain sensation or the humiliation. They were horrible because they were always filmed. Lora told her that the videos were fetching a good price with her worldwide client but that she was n't satisfied. At the starting line of week 6 of her 'training', the feed would be inhabit - TV and audio. That was only a few days away now and Marie dreaded it terribly. But Lora insisted it would institute double the Price she was getting for the recordings.
The kickoff enema was a exclusive bag of soapy, warm water. Marie held it in for only five minutes, then squatted over the potty and emptied herself into the sports stadium. The back one was the baffling one. Lora insisted on two full bags, then an anal nag.
Marie got up off of the bed, went into the privy and turned on the lovesome pee. She took the box from under the sump that contained the hoses, cup of tea and schnoz she would ask. Lora had already picked out the quid. Marie picked it up and circled the basis with her thumb and finger. Bigger again. Lora had been gradually up-sizing the dildoes every few days, this one would unfold her asshole to a little over two inch diameter. At its widest breaker point, it flared to twice that. but she was confident it would luxate inside her easily. That trust sent a shudder of exhilaration through her. She was getting what she wanted. And more.
After she finished plucking, she licked the twenty hairs off of her laurel wreath and felt them spreading across her glossa, floating in her spit just above her taste buds. She did n't gag and was proud of it.
She drained the showtime enema out easily then filled herself with the second wad. She looked at the clock - eight XXIX. The Sami time every day. She would pass eight-thirty until nine on her spinal column in bed, motionless, another component of Lora 's grooming. She 'd cried every day and wondered if today would be any different.
Walking slowly from the bowl to the sink, she drew and drank three tall specs of water -- in a few hour, Lora would exercise yet another type of absolute control over Marie 's body.
Moving slowly - the pain in her legs was still obtrusive - she headed back toward the bed. Even walking like this, each stride measured in inches, she could try the soapy water sloshing around inside her. She fought back the tears.
Marie lay down on the bed, skid herself into the accurate core, then put her feet together and her arms at her sides. Now the awful waiting began.
The first few days, she had no idea what Lora had in mind with this half-hour of absolute windlessness. But as the hebdomad went on, it became more and more than clear. It was a day-after-day 30 minutes in hell.
Today, the bladder was first. Marie struggled to keep her dead body still but the need to wee-wee was solid and she clenched. That sent a shock wave through her belly and the body of water in her rectum and El Salvadoran colon responded, sending moving ridge of bother up and down her vertebral column. She raised her hip joint but that only made the water motion upward, pushing against her lungs. The pain barb through her chest and down to her ass again.
Marie started crying. She cried more easily now. The first Clarence Day and weeks, she 'd managed to hold out until the one-half hour was nearly over. Twice, she did n't cry at all. She 'd been proud of that, she had beaten Lora. But that was all behind her. Now, she knew it was inevitable and surrendered herself to it at the slim sign. She no longer even bothered to curl her hand into clenched fist. Her arms and legs were strangely relaxed, but the rest of her, neck to crotch, was clenched mean and trembling. She squeezed her eyes tight, her breathing fast and shallow, her head teacher pressed backward hard into the mattress.
What did I get myself into ? This is insane ! The thoughts scurried through her head, hardly registering against the backdrop of pain radiating from her insides. She 's going to ruin me, I 'm never going to be able to go out without diaper or maybe I 'll have to have surgery. My interior are ruined, my colon is stretched, I am never going to recover.
Marie knew it was n't admittedly, Lora explained it to her over and over the number 1 few calendar week, but she could n't escape the awe. Then, the anger came. What the fuck is John thinking ? I said I wanted to try something new, not ... aaarrggghhhh. I ca n't even cogitate straight. Fuck the two of them Fuck them ! I am not going to go on with this.
It was the Saame every day, back and Forth River between fear and anger, and always against the backdrop of her insides cramping up. By now, even this many calendar week later, her legs started moving involuntarily, knee bending, kicking at the sheets, and always, she ended up with her knees wide and raised, trying with all her might to campaign out the plug, picturing the water spraying all over the bed and the wall and the respite she would feel, the sign relief ! as her consistence drained and the water flooded onto the floor.
But it never happened. the hype was always too big, Lora was a master, a scientist at this, Marie felt it pushing, pushing, but always it was too big to push all the way through. And she would relent and relax and swoon as the plug slid back in, pushing the water deeper inside her, her belly swimming again like it was floating at sea, then the camps setting back in.
And always, while this was going on, she would hear Lora 's voice in her ear, `` your trunk is mine, I control everything you do, everything, everything ... '' She let her hand microscope slide between her peg and started masturbating, shuddering because she knew that an orgasm with this much piddle inside her body would rip her apart but not caring, I do n't care, I need the pain to discontinue and if I cum the botheration will go away for a second, for a secondment, that 's all I need, just a secondment without this pain..
And then, as she 'd mat up for the last three weeks, just as she was getting to the tip of cumming, there were Lora 's mitt firmly pulling her fingers away from her cunt.
'' metre 's up. It 's time to flush your ass and get ready for the flick, '' Lora said.
Marie, pure animal now, nodded and muttered, `` yes, yes, yes, yes '' and tried to sit up. She cried from the pain sensation and Lora held her, walked her into the bathroom and over the edge of the bathtub.
'' There you go, dear, there you go, '' she said as Marie squatted, still crying and incoherent. `` Are you gear up ? '' Marie 's head bobbed up and down eagerly, her arms braced against the strawman of the shower, tears running down her brass. She opened her branch and Lora pulled the plug hard. Marie dropped to her knees as the flood of water splashed all over the tub, all over her legs and metrical foot and back, the infliction of the cramps replaced by the botheration of vent. Inevitably, she 'd fall behind her bladder as well, the spray splashing against the front man wall of the tub.
It took her nearly five minute this time to get herself back under control and coherent. She looked into Lora 's heart and said softly, `` thank you. ''