Marie 's Submissive twelvemonth
Week 4 - Chicago

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WARNING and DISCLAIMER : This report outlines the traveling of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a class exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her married man and her skilful protagonist national her to the regretful kind of depravities during a year-old International junket. If you do n't like that sort of thing, please go say something else and do n't provide feedback here about how horrifying and disgusting the storey is.
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Lora opened the lid of the can of protein drunkenness. She scooped one fully tablespoon and dumped it into a marvellous glass. She looked down at her friend, kneeling on the hard tiles just a few feet away to her left hand. Marie 's center were red and tears dripped down her brass but she stayed still as instructed. The stiff bearing apprehension kept her head turned upward, the tears running into her pinna and down her neck. There were pools in the spots where her hands rested on the collar, fingers clasped tightly behind her neck opening.
'' Get up and prompt backward an inch, '' Lora said casually, dipping the goop into the can again.
A quiet sob escaped Marie 's lips as she struggled to lift her knee. Her legs would n't reply for several second, then finally they came up an column inch or so off the roofing tile. Some of the Rice and half-peas were embedded in her pale human body, some of it fell to the level as she moved.
'' Add another one-quarter cup of each '' Lora said casually.
Marie just whispered, `` Yes mistress. '' She opened her human knee slightly, resting now on the balls of her feet.
'' fountainhead, go ahead, '' Lora snapped.
Marie squeezed her center 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 break of the day since she moved in with her. That was exactly two weeks 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 bottleful of distilled water, poured it into the protein powder. Marie pushed herself up with her paw, waddled slowly to the counterpunch and picked up the bag of Sir Tim Rice and peas. She twisted it undecided and poured about a quarter cup on the level where she 'd been kneeling.
'' goodness girl. Back into position now, '' Lora said. Marie twisted the bag closed and walked slowly back to her spot. Lora looked at the kitchen clock. It was only six-thirty. Marie had been kneeling only ten hour, she had another 15 to go.
'' Breakfast was hunky-dory, dear, '' Lora said. `` How did it feel, branching out a bit ? ``
'' It felt wonderful, Mistress, '' Marie said. She reached for the edge of the parry to stabilise herself, knelt back down on the flyspeck casing, 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 base and sat down beside her. `` I think you 've seen enough bondage moving-picture show for a patch. '' She slid the end of a turkey tacker into the tall glass and sucked up three inch of the protein crapulence. `` out-of-doors up. '' Marie opened her sass and Lora slid the farsighted thermionic vacuum 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 two inches past her epiglottis. She jerked forward slightly and Lora squeezed the bulb, shooting the drink directly into her throat.
'' You 're getting dear, '' she said sweetly. Marie blinked back the tears, closed her lips around the charge card pipe and moved her head up and down slightly. `` Good. skillful cocksucker training, '' Lora said, then leaned forward and kissed Marie on the cheek.
Lora pulled the thermionic tube out and said, `` open up. '' Marie opened her mouth anxiously and Lora dumped the rest of the boozing onto her face. 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 crank down on the counter and reached for Marie 's mammilla. She squeezed them between her digit and quarter round, held them still, increasing the pressure the letting go, watching her friend 's eyelids close and open as the Wave of flavor went through her.
'' You know, you 've lost six Irish pound in just two week. I 'm impressed. And I think this diet is helping, is n't it ? ``
'' Yes, mistress, '' Marie whispered.
It was dependable. She 'd wrestled with her weight her all life. She was still nearly a c pounds over her `` nonsuch '' weight but had never been able-bodied to make a good deal of a dent in it. Lora was going to change all that. Marie was giving her under a thousand calories a day and almost of that was protein powder or vegetable drinks. She had n't had a really meal since the offset Night they 'd been together, the Night Gospel According to John had agreed to let the two of them bring him `` a surprise ''.
Lora had explained to him at their lowest get together four night ago that the burden red ink eas n't really a end. Lora had friends all over the humans who wanted to have their way with a plumper. Controlling Marie 's dieting was more of a psychological tool for Lora to serve her friend get rid of the twelvemonth of conservative defense force she 'd make up around her own intimate nature. Lora knew her champion well enough to know 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 nipples and watched her friend 's consistency shiver, then deflate ever so slightly, her arousal short-circuited again. It did n't matter. She knew what was next and she could wait. Their routine had been the Saame every day and today was no exception.
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'' Six forty-five, '' Lora announced. `` You can get up and houseclean this mess up. Be in your room in five minutes. ``
'' Yes, schoolmistress, '' Marie stammered, pulling herself up on the bound of the retort. Her knees and legs were in suffering but she did n't want to turn a loss any time. She took the hand Calluna vulgaris and swept 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, her knees barely capable to stoop, but her body anxious for what was coming next.
Marie sat on the bed, her script in her lap, as instructed. Lora unbuckled the posture leash and took it off. Marie was completely raw now, her big tits and the roll of fat around her waistline picket and white against the Bourgogne colored plane. The first few days, she 'd tried to extend 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 oceanic abyss red indent from the peas and rice were still well-defined and abominable. Looking at them turned her on and she opened her legs, letting her hands slip just a little further down until she was pressing the basis of her thumb 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, schoolma'am. It 's six 50. ``
'' And ... '' Lora asked, enjoying making Marie repeat her learn Litany as often as possible.
'' And this one 's cunt is thirsty, thirsty for dildoes and fingerbreadth and fists. It 's cunt is for abuse. It 's shit is for fucking, its rectum craves meat. Its anus is for sucking cock and its lip is there only to pee men happy. '' Marie shuddered as she talked. Lora had made her write the little address over and over hundreds of times in a notebook computer during their first week.
'' And the rest of you ? ``
Marie closed her heart and rubbed herself faster between the stage. The second character turned her on even Thomas More than the first. `` Its physique is to beat out. Its clapper is for cleaning assholes, globe and pussy. Its creative thinker is for depravity and its total reason for being is as an objective of pleasure. You may use me any way you like. '' She came as she said the Holy Writ `` object '' and kept shuddering through the quietus of the speech.
'' unspoiled, '' 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 telly lit up and Marie was watching three women in business concern suits who were busybodied wiring up another untested woman, big breasted and naked. They wrapped copper telegram around her fingerbreadth and toes and TENS pads all over her consistence. Marie was puzzled but the charwoman was beautiful and her eyes locked on the fair sex 's belly, flavorless and tanned.
'' You 'll be shocked as well once we get further into your training. You remember the low shockers you wore for St. John the Apostle in the bar that night ? well, soon it will be time for you to graduate. ``
Lora left the elbow room, locking it from the outside while Marie settled down for the first of her three everyday porn-and-masturbation sessions. Lora had started those right on off as well. At six forty-five and again at nine, Lora locked her in her room and Marie watched porn and masturbated. The first few day, Lora had stayed with her, making for certain 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 eagre educatee, fascinated by and curious about the profundity of the depravation these women had allowed to be captured on video recording. Everything turned her on and she was constantly cumming. From the beginning television of fuck-and-suck sessions to threesomes to bondage and light spanking, she welcomed every new bit of intimate information like a starving person at a buffet. She had so many class to make up for.
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At seven xlv, the lighter flashed and the boob tube shut itself off. Marie was lost in another public, the vibrator pressed have between her legs. She had been cumming non-stop for the last ten minutes, her eyes glued to a pair of slim Asian women who were kissing and stroking each other, each helping the other try to push aside the electrical shock that were being administered by a timekeeper on the wall behind them.
She pulled herself back into the real world and turned off the vibrator, set it down on the mesa next to the bed. She sat there and turned her head, stared into the bathroom.
Marie still hated this component part of the morning, even five weeks later. She ran through the stone's throw in her nous, dreading each one, feeling her stomach spell, wanting to throw up. first-class honours degree was what Lora called `` thinning her George Walker Bush ''. Marie hated this more than almost of the rest of it. Lora was turning her into one of the bimbos in the TV. Yes, she wanted to feel these thing, but no, she did n't want to experience to be one of the silicon-titted, clean-shaved pencil-thin models in the film. She was proud of her midst, lush puss George H.W. Bush and John always said he loved it too. Now, Lora had her plucking twenty hairsbreadth from that bush each morning, holding them in her mouth through the rest of the morning 's routine.
Next were the two enema she had to give herself. These were ugly but not because of the pain or the humiliation. They were horrible because they were always filmed. Lora told her that the picture were fetching a good Leontyne Price with her worldwide clients but that she was n't satisfied. At the first of hebdomad 6 of her 'training', the feeds would be resilient - video recording and sound. That was only a few Clarence Day away now and Marie dreaded it terribly. But Lora insisted it would bring reduplicate the monetary value she was getting for the recordings.
The showtime clyster was a 1 bag of soapy, warm water. Marie held it in for only five minute of arc, then squatted over the toilet and emptied herself into the bowl. The second one was the hooligan one. Lora insisted on two replete bags, then an anal retentive spark plug.
Marie got up off of the bed, went into the bathroom and turned on the warm urine. She took the box from under the sink that contained the hosepipe, purse and schnoz she would postulate. Lora had already picked out the plug. Marie picked it up and circled the floor with her pollex and fingerbreadth. Bigger again. Lora had been gradually up-sizing the dildoes every few twenty-four hour period, this one would stretch her asshole to a little over two inches diameter. At its broad breaker point, it flared to twice that. but she was positive it would slide inside her easily. That confidence sent a chill of excitement through her. She was getting what she wanted. And more.
After she finished plucking, she licked the twenty hairs off of her palm and felt them spreading across her tongue, floating in her saliva just above her gustatory perception buds. She did n't gag and was proud of it.
She drained the first enema out easily then filled herself with the endorsement flock. She looked at the clock - eight twenty-nine. The same prison term every day. She would spend eight-thirty until nine on her back in bed, motionless, another ingredient of Lora 's training. She 'd cried every day and wondered if today would be any different.
walking slowly from the bowl to the sinkhole, she drew and drank three marvelous Methedrine of water -- in a few hours, Lora would work yet another type of absolute control over Marie 's body.
Moving slowly - the infliction in her legs was still detectable - she headed back toward the bed. Even walking like this, each stone's throw measured in in, she could hear the soapy water sloshing around inside her. She fought back the tears.
Marie lay down on the bed, slid herself into the claim center, 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 stillness. But as the hebdomad went on, it became more and Thomas More clear. It was a daily half-hour in hell.
Today, the bladder was first. Marie struggled to keep on her body still but the indigence to piss was strong and she clenched. That sent a shock wave through her belly and the water in her rectum and Aspinwall responded, sending waves of pain in the neck up and down her spine. She raised her pelvic arch but that only made the pee relocation upward, pushing against her lungs. The pain stroke through her dresser and down to her ass again.
Marie started crying. She cried more easily now. The outset twenty-four hours 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 gallant 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 signboard. She no longer even bothered to curl her men into fists. Her limb and ramification were strangely unstrain, but the remainder of her, neck to crotch, was clenched squiffy and trembling. She squeezed her optic tight, her breathing fast and shoal, her head pressed backward hard into the mattress.
What did I get myself into ? This is insane ! The thoughts scurried through her nous, hardly registering against the backdrop of annoyance radiating from her inside. 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 operating theatre. My interior are ruined, my colon is stretched, I am never going to recover.
Marie knew it was n't confessedly, Lora explained it to her over and over the first few workweek, but she could n't break loose the concern. Then, the anger came. What the piece of ass is John thinking ? I said I wanted to try something new, not ... aaarrggghhhh. I ca n't even think straight. bang the two of them shtup them ! I am not going to go on with this.
It was the same 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 hebdomad later, her legs started moving involuntarily, knee bending, kicking at the sheets, and always, she ended up with her stifle wide and raised, trying with all her might to push out the plug, picturing the water spraying all over the bed and the wall and the relief she would feel, the damned easement ! as her body drained and the water flooded onto the floor.
But it never happened. the plug was always too big, Lora was a overlord, a scientist at this, Marie felt it pushing, pushing, but always it was too big to push all the way through. And she would soften and loose and swoon as the hype slid back in, pushing the water supply 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 vox in her ear, `` your consistency is mine, I control everything you do, everything, everything ... '' She let her hand slide between her peg and started masturbating, shuddering because she knew that an orgasm with this very much body of water inside her body would rip her apart but not caring, I do n't care, I need the infliction to stop and if I cum the pain will go away for a mo, for a second, that 's all I need, just a second without this pain..
And then, as she 'd felt for the last three weeks, just as she was getting to the point of cumming, there were Lora 's hands firmly pulling her fingers away from her cunt.
'' Time 's up. It 's fourth dimension to purge your ass and get set for the film, '' Lora said.
Marie, pure animal now, nodded and muttered, `` yes, yes, yes, yes '' and tried to sit up. She cried from the hurting and Lora held her, walked her into the bathroom and over the boundary 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 weaponry braced against the social movement of the shower, tears running down her typeface. She opened her legs and Lora pulled the stopple hard. Marie dropped to her knees as the flood of urine splashed all over the tub, all over her legs and base and back, the pain of the cramps replaced by the pain of discharge. Inevitably, she 'd lose her bladder as well, the spraying splashing against the front wall of the tub.
It took her nearly five arcminute this fourth dimension to get herself back under ascendance and coherent. She looked into Lora 's middle and said softly, `` thank you. ''