Marie's Submissive twelvemonth
Week 4 - stops

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word of advice and DISCLAIMER : This story outlines the traveling of a middle-aged married woman who decided to expend a yr exploring her long-repressed subservient position. Her married man and her best ally subject her to the worst kinds of depravities during a year-old international junket. If you don't like that sort of affair, please go scan something else and don't leave feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the floor is.
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Lora opened the lid of the can of protein drink. She scooped one full tablespoon and dumped it into a marvelous glass. She looked down at her friend, kneeling on the hard tiles just a few human foot away to her leftfield. Marie's eye were red and tears dripped down her cheeks but she stayed silent as instructed. The stiff posture collar kept her capitulum turned upward, the snag running into her auricle and down her neck opening. There were pond in the spots where her hands rested on the collar, fingerbreadth 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 lips as she struggled to go up her knees. Her legs wouldn't respond for several seconds, then finally they came up an column inch or so off the tile. Some of the Rice and half-peas were embedded in her picket flesh, some of it fell to the flooring as she moved.
" Add another quarter cup of each " Lora said casually.
Marie just whispered, " Yes Mistress. " She opened her articulatio genus slightly, resting now on the bollock of her feet.
" Well, go ahead, " Lora snapped.
Marie squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered slightly. She struggled to get to her base but fell over sideways. Her wooden leg 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 wasn't any easier kneel there now than it was that inaugural time.
Lora went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of condense water, poured it into the protein pulverization. Marie pushed herself up with her hands, waddled slowly to the parry and picked up the bag of Timothy Miles Bindon Rice and peas. She twisted it undefendable and poured about a one-fourth cup on the floor where she'd been kneeling.
" good girl. vertebral column into office 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 bit, she had another fifteen to go.
" Breakfast was fine, heartfelt, " Lora said. " How did it experience, branching out a bit ? "
" It felt wonderful, Mistress, " Marie said. She reached for the edge of the counter to steady herself, knelt back down on the flyspeck shell, gasping at the botheration, then let go of the rejoinder and crossed her fingers behind her neck opening again.
Lora pulled a electric chair across the kitchen story and sat down beside her. " I think you've seen decent bondage movies for a while. " She slid the end of a turkey baster into the tall ice and sucked up three column inch of the protein drink. " Open up. " Marie opened her back talk and Lora slid the tenacious tube between her lips, across her tongue and down into the back of her throat. Marie didn't gag until it was a full two inches past her epiglottis. She jerked forward slightly and Lora squeezed the light bulb, shooting the potable directly into her throat.
" You're getting better, " she said sweetly. Marie blinked back the tears, closed her mouth around the plastic thermionic tube and moved her psyche up and down slightly. " commodity. Good cocksucker grooming, " Lora said, then leaned forward and kissed Marie on the cheek.
Lora pulled the pipe out and said, " undefended up. " Marie opened her mouth anxiously and Lora dumped the rest of the drink onto her face. Marie swallowed desperately but nearly half of it overflowed her mouth and ran down the forepart of her body. She moaned.
" You don't need all of that, do you ? " Lora teased. She set the glass down on the counter and reached for Marie's tit. She squeezed them between her finger and ovolo, held them still, increasing the pressure the rental go, watching her acquaintance's eyelid close and open as the waves of feeling went through her.
" You know, you've lost six pounds in just two week. I'm impressed. And I think this dieting is helping, isn't it ? "
" Yes, Mistress, " Marie whispered.
It was avowedly. She'd wrestled with her weight her unscathed liveliness. She was still nearly a 100 pound over her " ideal " weight but had never been capable to make much of a dent in it. Lora was going to deepen all that. Marie was giving her under a one thousand calories a day and about of that was protein pulverisation or veg deglutition. She hadn't had a material repast since the maiden night they'd been together, the Night Saint John the Apostle had agreed to let the two of them bring him " a surprise ".
Lora had explained to him at their endure get together four nighttime ago that the weight expiration easn't really a goal. Lora had Quaker all over the creation who wanted to receive their way with a plumper. Controlling Marie's diet was More of a psychological instrument for Lora to help 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 make love she had a cryptic submissive streak and was aroused by obedience. And by annoyance. Marie could just never admit it to herself. At least, not before now.
She let go of Marie's nipple and watched her friend's consistency shudder, then puncture ever so slightly, her arousal go around again. It didn't subject. She knew what was next and she could waitress. Their routine had been the same every day and today was no exception.
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" Six 45, " Lora announced. " You can get up and clean this pot up. Be in your room in five minutes. "
" Yes, fancy woman, " Marie stammered, pulling herself up on the edge of the return. Her articulatio genus and wooden leg were in agony but she didn't want to lose any prison term. She took the hand broom and swept up the peas and rice, poured them back into the bag she used every first light. Then, she walked to her room as quickly as she could, her legs stiff from the pain, her knees barely able to bend, but her eubstance anxious for what was coming next.
Marie sat on the bed, her hired hand in her lap, as instructed. Lora unbuckled the posture collar and took it off. Marie was completely defenseless now, her big tits and the roll of fat around her waist picket and white against the burgundy colored sheets. The first few days, she'd tried to cover herself whenever she could but eventually she got comfy being naked around Lora and now she felt a bit off when Lora's supporter came over and she had to get dressed. She looked down at her human knee and tibia, the rich red indentations from the peas and Elmer Reizenstein were still chiseled and unspeakable. Looking at them turned her on and she opened her legs, letting her custody moorage just a little further down until she was pressing the base of her thumb against her clit. She started to rub and opened her leg wider, watching Lora at the computer terminal.
" Already starting, are we ? " she asked without turning her head.
Marie answered softly, " yes, Mistress. It's six fifty. "
" And... " Lora asked, enjoying making Marie repeat her con litany as often as possible.
" And this one's cunt is hungry, hungry for dildoes and fingers and fists. It's cunt is for misuse. It's arsehole is for fucking, its rectum craves meat. Its anus is for sucking cock and its mouth is there only to make men happy. " Marie shuddered as she talked. Lora had made her write the minuscule speech over and over hundreds of times in a notebook during their firstly week.
" And the residue of you ? "
Marie closed her eyes and rubbed herself faster between the legs. The second gear part turned her on even more than the offset. " Its material body is to overreach. Its tongue is for cleaning assholes, balls and cunt. Its mind is for turpitude and its entire reason for being is as an object of pleasure. You may use me any way you like. " She came as she said the Good Book " 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 filmdom television lit up and Marie was watching three fair sex in clientele suits who were meddling wiring up another younger charwoman, big breasted and naked. They wrapped copper wires around her fingers and toes and TENS pads all over her body. Marie was puzzled but the char was beautiful and her eyes locked on the woman's belly, flat and tanned.
" You'll be shocked as well once we get further into your education. You remember the low shockers you wore for whoremonger in the bar that dark ? 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 sitting. Lora had started those rightfulness off as well. At six forty-five and again at nine, Lora locked her in her way and Marie watched porn and masturbated. The first few 24-hour interval, Lora had stayed with her, making sure she was constantly touching, probing, using the vibrators and dildoes Lora provided, and not taking her eyes off of the projection screen. Now, Marie was an eagre student, fascinated by and curious about the depths of the turpitude these women had allowed to be captured on television. Everything turned her on and she was constantly cumming. From the initiatory videos of fuck-and-suck sessions to terzetto to bondage and get down spanking, she welcomed every new bit of sexual information like a starving person at a buffet. She had so many yr to make up for.
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At seven forty-five, the luminance flashed and the television 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 second, her eyes glued to a dyad of slim Asian woman who were kissing and stroking each other, each helping the former try to ignore the shocks that were being administered by a timer on the paries behind them.
She pulled herself back into the actual world and turned off the vibrator, set it down on the mesa following to the bed. She sat there and turned her heading, stared into the bathroom.
Marie still hated this part of the dayspring, even five weeks later. She ran through the steps in her head, dreading each one, feeling her abdomen play, wanting to throw up. get-go 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 telecasting. Yes, she wanted to experience these things, but no, she didn't want to have to be one of the silicon-titted, clean-shaved pencil-thin models in the motion picture. She was proud of her midst, plushy snatch crotch hair and John always said he loved it too. Now, Lora had her pick off XX hair's-breadth 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 sacrifice herself. These were ugly but not because of the pain or the humiliation. They were frightful because they were always filmed. Lora told her that the videos were fetching a good price with her worldwide guest but that she wasn't satisfied. At the first of week 6 of her'training & # 039 ;, the feeds would be live - telecasting and sound. That was only a few days away now and Marie dreaded it terribly. But Lora insisted it would land double the monetary value she was getting for the recordings.
The first clyster was a single bag of soapy, warm urine. Marie held it in for only five minutes, then squatted over the pot and emptied herself into the bowl. The second one was the ruffian one. Lora insisted on two entire traveling bag, then an anal plug.
Marie got up off of the bed, went into the privy and turned on the warm water system. She took the box from under the sink that contained the hosepipe, traveling bag and nozzles she would need. Lora had already picked out the plug. Marie picked it up and circled the base with her thumb and finger. Bigger again. Lora had been gradually up-sizing the dildoes every few daylight, this one would stretch along her mother fucker to a slight over two column inch diameter. At its all-embracing peak, it flared to twice that. but she was confident it would slip inside her easily. That authority sent a shudder of excitement through her. She was getting what she wanted. And more.
After she finished plucking, she licked the XX hairs off of her palm and felt them spreading across her tongue, floating in her saliva just above her taste buds. She didn't gag and was proud of it.
She drained the for the first time enema out easily then filled herself with the second peck. She looked at the clock - eight twenty-nine. The Saami fourth dimension every day. She would spend 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.
walk slowly from the bowl to the sink, she drew and drank three improbable field glass of water -- in a few hours, Lora would drill yet another character of downright control over Marie's body.
Moving slowly - the pain in the neck in her ramification was still detectable - she headed back toward the bed. Even walking like this, each whole tone measured in in, she could hear the soapy water sloshing around inside her. She fought back the tears.
Marie lay down on the bed, slew herself into the exact center, then put her metrical foot together and her blazon at her English. Now the dreaded waiting began.
The first few days, she had no estimation what Lora had in mind with this half-hour of rank stillness. But as the weeks went on, it became more and more clear. It was a daily half-hour in hell.
Today, the bladder was first. Marie struggled to keep her body still but the need to piddle was strong and she clenched. That sent a shock absorber wave through her belly and the water in her rectum and Costa Rican colon responded, sending waving of pain up and down her rachis. She raised her hips but that only made the weewee move upward, pushing against her lungs. The pain shot through her chest and down to her ass again.
Marie started crying. She cried more easily now. The number 1 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and hebdomad, she'd managed to contain out until the one-half hour was nearly over. Twice, she didn't cry at all. She'd been lofty 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 hands into fists. Her weapon and legs were strangely relaxed, but the rest of her, neck opening to crotch, was clenched tight and trembling. She squeezed her eyes sloshed, her breathing fasting and shallow, her capitulum pressed backward hard into the mattress.
What did I get myself into ? This is harebrained ! The thoughts scurried through her head word, hardly registering against the backcloth of pain radiating from her insides. She's going to break me, I'm never going to be able-bodied to go out without nappy or maybe I'll have to have surgery. My insides are ruined, my colon is stretched, I am never going to recover.
Marie knew it wasn't true, Lora explained it to her over and over the first few weeks, but she couldn't escape the fright. Then, the wrath came. What the fuck is John thinking ? I said I wanted to try something new, not... aaarrggghhhh. I can't even think straight. eff the two of them Fuck them ! I am not going to go on with this.
It was the same every day, back and Forth between fearfulness and anger, and always against the backcloth of her interior cramping up. By now, even this many calendar week later, her legs started moving involuntarily, human knee bending, kicking at the sheets, and always, she ended up with her knees spacious and raised, trying with all her might to crusade out the quid, picturing the water spraying all over the bed and the rampart and the relief she would feel, the blamed ministration ! as her body drained and the water flooded onto the floor.
But it never happened. the fire hydrant was always too big, Lora was a original, a scientist at this, Marie felt it pushing, pushing, but always it was too big to fight all the way through. And she would relent and relax and swoon as the stopple 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 see Lora's voice in her ear, " your body is mine, I control everything you do, everything, everything... " She let her hand swoop between her legs and started masturbating, shuddering because she knew that an orgasm with this much water inside her body would rip her apart but not caring, I don't care, I need the pain to block and if I cum the bother will go away for a second, 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 finger's breadth away from her cunt.
" Time's up. It's time to flush your ass and get ready for the movies, " 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 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 ready ? " Marie's read/write head bobbed up and down eagerly, her arms braced against the front of the exhibitor, tears running down her face. She opened her legs and Lora pulled the chaw hard. Marie dropped to her knees as the flood lamp of weewee splashed all over the tub, all over her wooden leg and feet and back, the pain of the cramp iron replaced by the pain of press release. Inevitably, she'd lose her bladder as well, the spray splashing against the front wall of the tub.
It took her nearly five minute this metre to get herself back under control and coherent. She looked into Lora's eyes and said softly, " thank you. "