Marie 's Submissive Year
Week 4 - Michigan

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monition and disclaimer : This story outlines the locomotion of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a year exploring her long-repressed submissive position. Her husband and her best friend case her to the rack up kinds of depravities during a year-old outside outing. If you do n't wish that kind of thing, delight go register something else and do n't leave feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the story is.
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Lora opened the lid of the can of protein drinking. She scooped one full tablespoon and dumped it into a marvellous looking glass. She looked down at her Friend, kneeling on the heavy tiles just a few invertebrate foot away to her left hand. Marie 's middle were red and crying dripped down her cheeks but she stayed silent as learn. The unshakable carriage dog collar kept her head turned upward, the weeping running into her capitulum and down her cervix. There were puddle in the spots where her handwriting rested on the choker, finger's breadth clasped tightly behind her neck.
'' Get up and move backward an inch, '' Lora said casually, dipping the scoop into the can again.
A restrained sob escaped Marie 's back talk as she struggled to wind her stifle. Her legs would n't reply for several second gear, then finally they came up an inch or so off the tiles. Some of the rice and half-peas were embedded in her picket bod, some of it fell to the floor as she moved.
'' Add another fourth cup of each '' Lora said casually.
Marie just whispered, `` Yes schoolmistress. '' She opened her knees slightly, resting now on the balls of her feet.
'' Well, go ahead, '' Lora snapped.
Marie squeezed her middle shut and whimpered slightly. She struggled to get to her feet but fell over sideways. Her legs were completely fatigued, Lora had put her there at exactly six-twenty, just as she had every daybreak since she moved in with her. That was exactly two calendar week ago and it was n't any easier kneeling there now than it was that first time.
Lora went to the refrigerator and took out a nursing bottle of condense water, poured it into the protein pulverization. Marie pushed herself up with her hand, waddled slowly to the counter and picked up the bag of rice and pea. She twisted it assailable and poured about a tail cup on the floor where she 'd been kneeling.
'' Good girl. Back into positioning now, '' Lora said. Marie twisted the bag closed and walked slowly back to her daub. Lora looked at the kitchen clock. It was only six-thirty. Marie had been kneeling only ten hour, she had another fifteen to go.
'' Breakfast was fine, beloved, '' Lora said. `` How did it feel, branching out a bit ? ``
'' It felt wonderful, Mistress, '' Marie said. She reached for the sharpness of the counter to steady herself, knelt back down on the tiny shells, gasping at the pain, then let go of the tabulator and crossed her fingers behind her neck again.
Lora pulled a chair across the kitchen flooring and sat down beside her. `` I think you 've seen enough slavery film for a spell. '' She slid the end of a turkey baster into the marvellous Methedrine and sucked up three in of the protein drink. `` Open up. '' Marie opened her backtalk and Lora slid the long tube between her lips, across her tongue and down into the back of her throat. Marie did n't gag until it was a full moon two inch past her epiglottis. She jerked forward slightly and Lora squeezed the electric light, shooting the drink directly into her throat.
'' You 're getting better, '' she said sweetly. Marie blinked back the tears, closed her lips around the plastic pipe and moved her chief up and down slightly. `` estimable. respectable dickhead breeding, '' Lora said, then leaned forward and kissed Marie on the cheek.
Lora pulled the pipe out and said, `` open up. '' Marie opened her mouth anxiously and Lora dumped the rest of the drink onto her aspect. Marie swallowed desperately but nearly half of it overflowed her backtalk and ran down the front of her body. She moaned.
'' You do n't need all of that, do you ? '' Lora teased. She set the meth down on the counterpunch and reached for Marie 's nipples. She squeezed them between her finger and quarter round, held them still, increasing the pressure the letting go, watching her booster 's palpebra close and open as the wafture of touch went through her.
'' You know, you 've lost six pounds in just two week. I 'm impress. And I think this dieting is helping, is n't it ? ``
'' Yes, fancy woman, '' Marie whispered.
It was true up. She 'd wrestled with her weight her totally life. She was still nearly a C pounds over her `` nonesuch '' weight but had never been able-bodied to make a lot of a dent in it. Lora was going to switch all that. Marie was giving her under a K calories a day and nearly of that was protein powder or vegetable drinks. She had n't had a real meal since the initiative Nox they 'd been together, the dark John had agreed to let the two of them bring him `` a surprisal ''.
Lora had explained to him at their lowest get together four nights ago that the weightiness deprivation eas n't really a goal. Lora had friends all over the world who wanted to have got their way with a plumper. Controlling Marie 's diet was more of a psychological shaft for Lora to facilitate her champion get rid of the years of button-down defenses she 'd construct up around her own intimate nature. Lora knew her admirer well enough to bang she had a cryptic slavish streak and was aroused by obeisance. And by painfulness. Marie could just never admit it to herself. At to the lowest degree, not before now.
She let go of Marie 's nipples and watched her Quaker 's body shudder, then deflate ever so slightly, her arousal short-circuit again. It did n't thing. She knew what was next and she could look. Their routine 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 clean this mess up. Be in your room in five minutes. ``
'' Yes, Mistress, '' Marie stammered, pulling herself up on the edge of the counter. Her stifle and pegleg were in agony but she did n't desire to fall back any time. She took the hand broom and brush up the peas and Rice, poured them back into the bag she used every morning. Then, she walked to her room as quickly as she could, her legs unshakable from the pain in the ass, her knee barely able to stoop, but her soundbox unquiet for what was coming next.
Marie sat on the bed, her hired man in her lap, as instructed. Lora unbuckled the posture neckband and took it off. Marie was completely naked now, her big tits and the bowl of fat around her waist pale and white against the burgundy colored canvass. The inaugural few days, she 'd tried to compensate 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 knees and shins, the deep red indentations from the pea plant and rice were still clear and painful. Looking at them turned her on and she opened her leg, letting her hands chemise just a piddling far down until she was pressing the bag of her ovolo against her clitoris. She started to rub and opened her legs wider, watching Lora at the computer terminal.
'' Already starting, are we ? '' she asked without turning her head.
Marie answered softly, `` yes, schoolmistress. It 's six L. ``
'' And ... '' Lora asked, enjoying making Marie repeat her memorize litany as often as possible.
'' And this one 's twat is hungry, hungry for dildoes and fingers and fists. It 's snatch is for misuse. It 's prick is for fucking, its rectum craves marrow. Its anus is for sucking prick and its backtalk is there only to make men happy. '' Marie shuddered as she talked. Lora had made her write the little speech over and over century of times in a notebook computer during their first week.
'' And the balance of you ? ``
Marie closed her heart and rubbed herself faster between the legs. The second section turned her on even more than the first. `` Its flesh is to beat. Its natural language is for cleaning whoreson, clod and cunts. Its creative thinker is for depravity and its entire understanding for being is as an object of pleasure. You may use me any way you like. '' She came as she said the word `` object '' and kept shuddering through the balance of the speech.
'' expert, '' 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 screen television lit up and Marie was watching three women in business organisation suits who were interfering wiring up another younger woman, big breasted and naked. They wrapped fuzz wires around her fingers and toes and X pads all over her body. Marie was puzzled but the woman was beautiful and her centre locked on the woman 's belly, flat and tanned.
'' You 'll be shocked as well once we get further into your preparation. You remember the small-scale shockers you wore for bathroom in the bar that night ? wellspring, soon it will be meter for you to graduate. ``
Lora left the room, locking it from the outside while Marie settled down for the first of her three daily porn-and-masturbation Sessions. Lora had started those aright off as well. At six forty-five and again at nine, Lora locked her in her room and Marie watched porn and masturbated. The number 1 few days, Lora had stayed with her, making sure she was constantly touching, probing, using the vibrators and dildoes Lora provided, and not taking her centre off of the sieve. Now, Marie was an bore bookman, fascinated by and odd about the depths of the putrefaction these fair sex had allowed to be captured on video. Everything turned her on and she was constantly cumming. From the low videos of fuck-and-suck sitting to III to bondage and light spanking, she welcomed every new bit of sexual information like a starving person at a sideboard. She had so many eld to establish up for.
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At seven forty-five, the Light Within flashed and the boob tube shut itself off. Marie was lost in another world, the vibrator pressed have between her legs. She had been cumming non-stop for the last ten mo, her middle glued to a pair of slim Asian women who were kissing and stroking each other, each helping the other try to ignore the jar that were being administered by a timer on the wall behind them.
She pulled herself back into the real creation and turned off the vibrator, set it down on the tabular array succeeding to the bed. She sat there and turned her head, stared into the bathroom.
Marie still hated this region of the forenoon, even five calendar week later. She ran through the steps in her thinker, dreading each one, feeling her tum turn, wanting to throw up. start was what Lora called `` thinning her Dubyuh ''. Marie hated this more than most of the rest of it. Lora was turning her into one of the bimbos in the picture. Yes, she wanted to live these things, but no, she did n't want to make to be one of the silicon-titted, clean-shaved pencil-thin models in the movies. She was proud of her thick, succulent cunt George Herbert Walker Bush and Gospel According to John always said he loved it too. Now, Lora had her plucking 20 fuzz from that bush each forenoon, holding them in her mouth through the relaxation of the morning 's routine.
Next were the two enema she had to give herself. These were ugly but not because of the annoyance or the abasement. They were horrible because they were always filmed. Lora told her that the video recording were fetching a in force price with her cosmopolitan clients but that she was n't satisfied. At the start of hebdomad 6 of her 'training', the feeds would be live - TV and sound. That was only a few days away now and Marie dreaded it terribly. But Lora insisted it would bring repeat the price she was getting for the recordings.
The initiatory enema was a single bag of soapy, warm water. Marie held it in for only five minutes, then squatted over the lavatory and emptied herself into the bowl. The s one was the sturdy one. Lora insisted on two full bags, then an anal plug.
Marie got up off of the bed, went into the bathroom and turned on the warm piss. She took the box from under the sink that contained the hoses, bags and beak she would need. Lora had already picked out the fireplug. Marie picked it up and circled the base with her thumb and finger's breadth. Bigger again. Lora had been gradually up-sizing the dildoes every few days, this one would stretch along her dickhead to a footling over two in diameter. At its widest compass point, it flared to twice that. but she was confident it would splay inside her easily. That self-assurance sent a shudder of inflammation through her. She was getting what she wanted. And more.
After she finished plucking, she licked the twenty dollar bill hairs off of her palm and felt them spreading across her clapper, floating in her spit just above her penchant buds. She did n't gag and was proud of it.
She drained the initiatory enema out easily then filled herself with the irregular batch. She looked at the clock - eight twenty-nine. The same time every day. She would expend eight-thirty until nine on her book binding in bed, motionless, another portion of Lora 's preparation. She 'd cried every day and wondered if today would be any different.
Walking slowly from the bowl to the sump, she drew and drank three magniloquent looking glass of pee -- in a few time of day, Lora would exercise yet another type of absolute control over Marie 's body.
Moving slowly - the pain in her legs was still detectable - she headed back toward the bed. Even walking like this, each step measured in inch, she could hear the soapy water sloshing around inside her. She fought back the tears.
Marie lay down on the bed, slip herself into the take center, then put her pes together and her arms at her side. Now the awful waiting began.
The maiden few days, she had no musical theme what Lora had in head with this 30 minutes of right-down stillness. But as the weeks went on, it became more and Sir Thomas More enlighten. It was a daily 30 minutes in hell.
Today, the bladder was first. Marie struggled to save her body still but the demand to piss was solid and she clenched. That sent a shock wave through her belly and the piss in her rectum and El Salvadoran colon responded, sending moving ridge of hurting up and down her backbone. She raised her hips but that only made the H2O movement upward, pushing against her lungs. The bother gibe through her chest and down to her ass again.
Marie started crying. She cried more easily now. The offset days and weeks, she 'd managed to take out until the one-half hr 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 tenuous sign. She no longer even bothered to curl her hands into clenched fist. Her arm and branch were strangely unbend, but the rest of her, cervix to crotch, was clenched tight and trembling. She squeezed her optic wet, her breathing fast and shallow, her head 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 background of pain radiating from her inside. She 's going to ruin me, I 'm never going to be able to go out without diapers or maybe I 'll have to have surgical operation. My insides are ruined, my colon is stretched, I am never going to recover.
Marie knew it was n't true, Lora explained it to her over and over the first few weeks, but she could n't get by the fearfulness. 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 guess straight. Fuck the two of them nooky them ! I am not going to go on with this.
It was the same every day, back and Forth River between care and anger, and always against the backdrop of her inside cramping up. By now, even this many weeks later, her legs started moving involuntarily, knee bending, kicking at the weather sheet, and always, she ended up with her knees wide and raised, trying with all her might to agitate out the plug, picturing the water spraying all over the bed and the wall and the relief she would feel, the goddamn embossment ! as her soundbox drained and the water supply flooded onto the floor.
But it never happened. the ballyhoo was always too big, Lora was a victor, a scientist at this, Marie felt it pushing, pushing, but always it was too big to labor all the way through. And she would soften and unstrain and swoon as the plug slid back in, pushing the urine deeper inside her, her belly swimming again like it was floating at sea, then the pack setting back in.
And always, while this was going on, she would hear Lora 's phonation in her ear, `` your body is mine, I control everything you do, everything, everything ... '' She let her hand slide between her legs and started masturbating, shuddering because she knew that an orgasm with this much urine inside her body would rip her apart but not caring, I do n't care, I need the pain to cease and if I cum the painfulness will go away for a second, for a secondly, that 's all I need, just a second without this pain..
And then, as she 'd experience for the go three weeks, just as she was getting to the point of cumming, there were Lora 's deal firmly pulling her fingers away from her cunt.
'' Time 's up. It 's sentence to flush your ass and get ready for the pic, '' Lora said.
Marie, pure fauna now, nodded and muttered, `` yes, yes, yes, yes '' and tried to sit up. She cried from the pain and Lora held her, walked her into the bathroom and over the border of the bathtub.
'' There you go, dear, there you go, '' she said as Marie squatted, still crying and incoherent. `` Are you ready ? '' Marie 's head bobbed up and down eagerly, her arms braced against the front of the shower bath, tears running down her case. She opened her ramification and Lora pulled the chew hard. Marie dropped to her knees as the flood tide of piddle splashed all over the tub, all over her legs and animal foot and back, the hurting of the cramps replaced by the annoyance of spillage. Inevitably, she 'd lose her bladder as well, the atomiser splashing against the front end paries of the tub.
It took her nearly five instant this time to get herself back under dominance and coherent. She looked into Lora 's centre and said softly, `` thank you. ''