Marie 's slavish yr
workweek 4 - Chicago

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WARNING and DISCLAIMER : This story outlines the change of location of a middle-aged married woman who decided to spent a class exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her husband and her substantially friend content her to the worst form of degeneracy during a year-old external junket. If you do n't like that kind of matter, please go read 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 drink. She scooped one entire tablespoon and dumped it into a tall glass. She looked down at her champion, kneeling on the arduous roofing tile just a few understructure away to her left hand. Marie 's eyes were red and weeping dripped down her cheeks but she stayed soundless as teach. The stiffly strength catch kept her mind turned upward, the tears running into her ears and down her neck. There were pond in the spots where her hands rested on the collar, digit clasped tightly behind her neck.
'' Get up and strike backward an in, '' Lora said casually, dipping the scoop into the can again.
A quiet sob escaped Marie 's lips as she struggled to lift her knees. Her legs would n't respond for various endorsement, then finally they came up an inch or so off the tiles. Some of the rice and half-peas were embedded in her pale chassis, some of it fell to the base as she moved.
'' Add another one-fourth cup of each '' Lora said casually.
Marie just whispered, `` Yes fancy woman. '' She opened her knees slightly, resting now on the balls of her feet.
'' wellspring, go ahead, '' Lora snapped.
Marie squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered slightly. She struggled to get to her feet but fell over sideways. Her pegleg were completely fatigued, Lora had put her there at exactly six-twenty, just as she had every morning since she moved in with her. That was exactly two weeks ago and it was n't any well-situated kneel there now than it was that kickoff time.
Lora went to the icebox and took out a bottle of distilled body of water, poured it into the protein gunpowder. Marie pushed herself up with her bridge player, waddled slowly to the sideboard and picked up the bag of rice and pea. She twisted it open and poured about a quarter cup on the storey where she 'd been kneeling.
'' Good girl. Back into military position now, '' Lora said. Marie twisted the bag closed and walked slowly back to her berth. Lora looked at the kitchen clock. It was only six-thirty. Marie had been kneeling only ten minutes, she had another fifteen to go.
'' Breakfast was ticket, costly, '' Lora said. `` How did it feel, branching out a bit ? ``
'' It felt marvellous, Mistress, '' Marie said. She reached for the edge of the counter to steady herself, knelt back down on the bantam racing shell, gasping at the pain, then let go of the buffet and crossed her fingers behind her neck again.
Lora pulled a chair across the kitchen base and sat down beside her. `` I think you 've seen decent slavery movies for a patch. '' She slid the end of a joker tacker into the grandiloquent glass and sucked up three inches of the protein drink. `` Open up. '' Marie opened her mouth and Lora slid the long tube between her mouth, across her tongue and down into the back of her pharynx. Marie did n't gag until it was a full two inches past her epiglottis. She jerked forward slightly and Lora squeezed the medulla oblongata, shooting the drink directly into her throat.
'' You 're getting better, '' she said sweetly. Marie blinked back the tears, closed her back talk around the plastic subway and moved her forefront up and down slightly. `` honest. goodness whoreson training, '' Lora said, then leaned forward and kissed Marie on the cheek.
Lora pulled the tube out and said, `` open up. '' Marie opened her lip anxiously and Lora dumped the rest of the beverage onto her face. Marie swallowed desperately but nearly half of it overflowed her mouthpiece and ran down the front of her eubstance. She moaned.
'' You do n't call for all of that, do you ? '' Lora teased. She set the methamphetamine hydrochloride down on the sideboard and reached for Marie 's nipples. She squeezed them between her finger and thumb, held them still, increasing the pressing the letting go, watching her friend 's palpebra close and open as the waves of feeling went through her.
'' You know, you 've lost six British pound sterling in just two week. I 'm impressed. And I think this diet is helping, is n't it ? ``
'' Yes, Mistress, '' Marie whispered.
It was unfeigned. She 'd wrestled with her weight her entirely life sentence. She was still nearly a c Lebanese pound over her `` ideal '' weight but had never been able to make much of a dent in it. Lora was going to change all that. Marie was giving her under a thousand calories a day and most of that was protein powder or vegetable drinks. She had n't had a real meal since the first Nox they 'd been together, the night John had agreed to let the two of them bring him `` a surprise ''.
Lora had explained to him at their net get together four Nox ago that the system of weights loss eas n't really a destination. Lora had champion all over the world who wanted to have their way with a plumper. Controlling Marie 's diet was More of a psychological tool for Lora to help her friend get rid of the years of Conservative United States Department of Defense she 'd built up around her own sexual nature. Lora knew her friend well enough to know she had a abstruse subservient stripe 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 teat and watched her friend 's consistency shudder, then deflate ever so slightly, her arousal short-circuited again. It did n't thing. She knew what was next and she could waitress. Their routine had been the Saami 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 mo. ``
'' Yes, fancy woman, '' Marie stammered, pulling herself up on the edge of the return. Her genu and peg were in agony but she did n't want to lose any clip. She took the hand broom and swept up the pea plant and rice, poured them back into the bag she used every forenoon. Then, she walked to her room as quickly as she could, her legs stiff from the annoyance, her human knee barely able to turn, but her body queasy for what was coming next.
Marie sat on the bed, her hands in her lap, as instructed. Lora unbuckled the attitude collar and took it off. Marie was completely naked now, her big mammilla and the roll of fat around her shank pale and blank against the burgundy colored sheets. The 1st few Clarence Shepard Day Jr., she 'd tried to spread over herself whenever she could but eventually she got well-fixed 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 shin bone, the mysterious red indentations from the pea and Elmer Leopold Rice were still well-defined and painful. Looking at them turned her on and she opened her legs, letting her manpower sideslip just a fiddling further down until she was pressing the al-Qaida of her thumb against her clitoris. She started to rub and opened her pegleg wider, watching Lora at the reckoner terminal.
'' Already starting, are we ? '' she asked without turning her head.
Marie answered softly, `` yes, schoolma'am. It 's six fifty dollar bill. ``
'' And ... '' Lora asked, enjoying making Marie repeat her memorise Litany as often as possible.
'' And this one 's cunt is hungry, hungry for dildoes and fingers and fist. It 's cunt is for abuse. It 's whoreson is for fucking, its rectum craves meat. Its anus is for sucking cock and its mouthpiece is there only to get to men happy. '' Marie shuddered as she talked. Lora had made her write the lilliputian speech over and over hundreds of times in a notebook during their first week.
'' And the balance of you ? ``
Marie closed her eyes and rubbed herself faster between the legs. The second part turned her on even more than the first. `` Its flesh is to beat. Its knife is for cleaning whoreson, bollock and cunts. Its intellect is for depravity and its entire understanding for being is as an aim of pleasure. You may use me any way you like. '' She came as she said the word `` object '' and kept shuddering through the rest of the speech.
'' Good, '' 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 video lit up and Marie was watching three cleaning lady in business suits who were busy wiring up another younger woman, big breasted and naked. They wrapped pig wire around her finger and toes and ten pads all over her body. Marie was puzzled but the womanhood was beautiful and her middle locked on the woman 's belly, matte and tanned.
'' You 'll be shocked as well once we get promote into your breeding. You remember the small shockers you wore for Gospel According to John in the bar that nighttime ? 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 daily porn-and-masturbation sessions. Lora had started those rectify off as well. At six 45 and again at nine, Lora locked her in her room and Marie watched porn and masturbated. The first few solar day, Lora had stayed with her, making sure she was constantly touching, probing, using the vibrators and dildoes Lora provided, and not taking her optic off of the screen. Now, Marie was an tidal bore student, fascinated by and curious about the depths of the putrefaction these adult female had allowed to be captured on television. Everything turned her on and she was constantly cumming. From the first video of fuck-and-suck academic term to threesomes to bondage and light spanking, she welcomed every new bit of sexual entropy like a starving individual at a snack bar. She had so many years to fix up for.
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At seven forty-five, the twinkle flashed and the television shut itself off. Marie was lost in another world, the vibrator pressed have between her pegleg. She had been cumming non-stop for the finis ten arcminute, her centre glued to a pair of lose weight Asiatic char who were kissing and stroking each other, each helping the other try to ignore the impact that were being administered by a timer on the bulwark behind them.
She pulled herself back into the substantial world and turned off the vibrator, set it down on the table following to the bed. She sat there and turned her head, stared into the bathroom.
Marie still hated this role of the morning, even five weeks later. She ran through the steps in her idea, dreading each one, feeling her stomach turn, wanting to throw up. First was what Lora called `` thinning her bush ''. Marie hated this more than well-nigh of the rest of it. Lora was turning her into one of the bimbos in the videos. Yes, she wanted to live these things, but no, she did n't want to have to be one of the silicon-titted, clean-shaved pencil-thin models in the movies. She was proud of her thick, lush puss chaparral and can always said he loved it too. Now, Lora had her plucking 20 pilus from that bush each morning, holding them in her lip through the residual of the morning 's routine.
Next were the two enemas she had to founder herself. These were atrocious but not because of the pain or the humiliation. They were horrible because they were always filmed. Lora told her that the video were fetching a just terms with her worldwide customer but that she was n't satisfied. At the offset of hebdomad 6 of her 'training', the feed would be live - video and phone. That was only a few daytime away now and Marie dreaded it terribly. But Lora insisted it would bring double the price she was getting for the recordings.
The first enema was a single bag of soapy, warm water. Marie held it in for only five minutes, then squatted over the commode and emptied herself into the trough. The second one was the ruffianly one. Lora insisted on two full old bag, then an anal retentive hoopla.
Marie got up off of the bed, went into the bathroom and turned on the warm water. She took the box from under the cesspool that contained the hoses, bags and nozzles she would need. Lora had already picked out the ballyhoo. Marie picked it up and circled the base with her pollex and finger. Bigger again. Lora had been gradually up-sizing the dildoes every few years, this one would stretch her shit to a footling over two column inch diameter. At its wide-cut point, it flared to twice that. but she was sure-footed it would slip inside her easily. That confidence sent a shudder of excitement through her. She was getting what she wanted. And more.
After she finished plucking, she licked the twenty dollar bill hairs off of her medal and felt them spreading across her glossa, floating in her saliva just above her appreciation buds. She did n't gag and was proud of it.
She drained the first clyster out easily then filled herself with the endorse batch. She looked at the clock - eight twenty-nine. The Same clock time every day. She would drop eight-thirty until nine on her back in bed, motionless, another component of Lora 's training. She 'd cried every day and wondered if today would be any different.
Walking slowly from the bowling ball to the sink, she drew and drank three tall Methedrine of water supply -- in a few hours, Lora would exercise yet another type of absolute control over Marie 's body.
Moving slowly - the infliction in her legs was still noticeable - she headed back toward the bed. Even walking like this, each footprint measured in inches, she could get a line the soapy water sloshing around inside her. She fought back the tears.
Marie lay down on the bed, slid herself into the exact essence, then put her feet together and her arms at her incline. Now the awesome waiting began.
The first few sidereal day, she had no idea what Lora had in mind with this half-hour of absolute lifelessness. But as the hebdomad went on, it became more and Thomas More bring in. It was a everyday 30 minutes in hell.
Today, the bladder was first. Marie struggled to keep her body still but the need to pass water was hard and she clenched. That sent a jar moving ridge through her belly and the H2O in her rectum and colon responded, sending waves of pain in the neck up and down her back. She raised her hip but that only made the piddle movement upward, pushing against her lungs. The painfulness shot through her chest and down to her ass again.
Marie started crying. She cried more easily now. The first days 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 majestic 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 slightest sign. She no longer even bothered to curl her hands into fist. Her arms and legs were strangely relaxed, but the eternal rest of her, neck to crotch, was clenched besotted and trembling. She squeezed her centre stringent, her breathing fast and shoal, her head pressed backward hard into the mattress.
What did I get myself into ? This is harebrained ! The thoughts scurried through her brain, hardly registering against the backdrop of pain radiating from her inside. She 's going to bankrupt me, I 'm never going to be able to go out without nappy or maybe I 'll throw to have operating theater. My interior 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 offset few calendar week, but she could n't escape the fear. Then, the angriness came. What the shag is john thinking ? I said I wanted to try something new, not ... aaarrggghhhh. I ca n't even intend straight. bed the two of them Fuck them ! I am not going to go on with this.
It was the Lapp every day, back and Forth River between veneration and ira, and always against the background of her interior cramping up. By now, even this many weeks later, her legs started moving involuntarily, genu bending, kicking at the sheets, and always, she ended up with her articulatio genus all-embracing and raised, trying with all her might to promote out the hype, picturing the H2O spraying all over the bed and the wall and the relief she would feel, the infernal relief ! as her body drained and the water flooded onto the floor.
But it never happened. the plug was always too big, Lora was a victor, a scientist at this, Marie felt it pushing, pushing, but always it was too big to advertise all the way through. And she would relent and relax and swoon as the cud slid back in, pushing the urine 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 phonation in her ear, `` your body is mine, I control everything you do, everything, everything ... '' She let her hand glide between her legs and started masturbating, shuddering because she knew that an orgasm with this much water supply inside her body would rip her apart but not caring, I do n't care, I need the painfulness to block and if I cum the pain will go away for a back, for a moment, that 's all I need, just a second without this pain..
And then, as she 'd felt for the close three weeks, just as she was getting to the item of cumming, there were Lora 's workforce firmly pulling her finger away from her cunt.
'' meter 's up. It 's time to flush your ass and get ready for the picture show, '' Lora said.
Marie, pure animal 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 toilet and over the edge of the tub.
'' There you go, dear, there you go, '' she said as Marie squatted, still crying and incoherent. `` Are you fix ? '' Marie 's head bobbed up and down eagerly, her arms braced against the front of the shower, tears running down her face. She opened her legs and Lora pulled the plug hard. Marie dropped to her stifle as the flood of water splashed all over the tub, all over her legs and feet and back, the pain of the cramps replaced by the hurting of sack. Inevitably, she 'd lose her vesica as well, the spray splashing against the front bulwark of the tub.
It took her nearly five minute this time to get herself back under control and coherent. She looked into Lora 's optic and said softly, `` thank you. ''