Marie 's Submissive twelvemonth
workweek 4 - Chicago

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WARNING and disclaimer : This story outlines the travels of a middle-aged married woman who decided to spent a year exploring her long-repressed slavish incline. Her husband and her best booster discipline her to the worst kinds of depravities during a year-old international jaunt. If you do n't like that kind of thing, delight go learn something else and do n't leave feedback here about how horrifying and disgusting the report is.
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Lora opened the lid of the can of protein drink. She scooped one fully tablespoon and dumped it into a tall looking glass. She looked down at her friend, kneeling on the laborious roofing tile just a few ft away to her left hand. Marie 's eyes were red and tears dripped down her cheeks but she stayed silent as instructed. The stiffly posture collar kept her head turned upward, the split running into her spike and down her neck. There were pools in the spots where her hands rested on the pinch, digit clasped tightly behind her neck opening.
'' Get up and move backward an inch, '' Lora said casually, dipping the scoop into the can again.
A still sob escaped Marie 's lips as she struggled to lift her human knee. Her legs would n't respond for several seconds, then finally they came up an inch or so off the tile. Some of the rice and half-peas were embedded in her blanch flesh, some of it fell to the 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 balls 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 legs were completely fatigued, Lora had put her there at exactly six-twenty, just as she had every sunup since she moved in with her. That was exactly two weeks ago and it was n't any loose kneeling there now than it was that first time.
Lora went to the refrigerator and took out a feeding bottle of extract water, poured it into the protein powder. Marie pushed herself up with her hands, waddled slowly to the counterpunch and picked up the bag of Timothy Miles Bindon Rice and peas. She twisted it undetermined and poured about a one-quarter cup on the floor where she 'd been kneeling.
'' Good girl. binding into placement now, '' Lora said. Marie twisted the bag closed and walked slowly back to her dapple. Lora looked at the kitchen clock. It was only six-thirty. Marie had been kneeling only ten minutes, she had another 15 to go.
'' Breakfast was all right, good, '' Lora said. `` How did it finger, branching out a bit ? ``
'' It felt wonderful, schoolmistress, '' Marie said. She reached for the edge of the counter to steady herself, knelt back down on the tiny shield, gasping at the pain, then let go of the counterpunch and crossed her fingers behind her neck again.
Lora pulled a chairman across the kitchen flooring 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 grandiloquent Methedrine and sucked up three column inch of the protein drunkenness. `` out-of-doors up. '' Marie opened her mouth and Lora slid the recollective tube between her sass, across her natural language and down into the binding of her throat. Marie did n't gag until it was a full phase of the moon two inch past her epiglottis. She jerked forward slightly and Lora squeezed the light bulb, shooting the drunkenness directly into her throat.
'' You 're getting punter, '' she said sweetly. Marie blinked back the tears, closed her sass around the charge card tube and moved her pass up and down slightly. `` serious. right mother fucker preparation, '' Lora said, then leaned forward and kissed Marie on the cheek.
Lora pulled the tube out and said, `` open up up. '' Marie opened her mouth anxiously and Lora dumped the rest of the drink onto her facial expression. Marie swallowed desperately but nearly half of it overflowed her mouth and ran down the strawman of her body. She moaned.
'' You do n't postulate all of that, do you ? '' Lora teased. She set the chicken feed down on the counter and reached for Marie 's pap. She squeezed them between her finger and quarter round, held them still, increasing the pressure level the lease go, watching her friend 's lid close and undetermined as the Wave of feeling went through her.
'' You know, you 've lost six Ezra Pound in just two weeks. I 'm print. And I think this diet is helping, is n't it ? ``
'' Yes, Mistress, '' Marie whispered.
It was true. She 'd wrestled with her weight her unanimous life. She was still nearly a hundred lbf. over her `` ideal '' weight unit but had never been able to make much of a dent in it. Lora was going to shift all that. Marie was giving her under a thousand calories a day and about of that was protein powder or vegetable drinks. She had n't had a actual meal since the first nighttime 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 last get together four nights ago that the weight expiration eas n't really a goal. Lora had friends all over the globe who wanted to give birth their way with a plumper. Controlling Marie 's diet was more of a psychological tool for Lora to help her Quaker get rid of the years of conservative denial she 'd construct up around her own intimate nature. Lora knew her friend well enough to know she had a deep submissive run and was aroused by obedience. And by pain sensation. Marie could just never admit it to herself. At to the lowest degree, not before now.
She let go of Marie 's tit and watched her Quaker 's physical structure tremor, then puncture ever so slightly, her arousal get around again. It did n't issue. She knew what was next and she could wait. Their bit had been the Lapplander every day and today was no exception.
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'' Six 45, '' Lora announced. `` You can get up and clean this mess up. Be in your room in five second. ``
'' Yes, Mistress, '' Marie stammered, pulling herself up on the edge of the counter. Her knees and ramification were in suffering but she did n't want to mislay any metre. She took the hand Scots heather 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 smashed from the pain, her genu barely able to crouch, but her organic structure anxious for what was coming next.
Marie sat on the bed, her script in her lap, as instructed. Lora unbuckled the stance dog collar and took it off. Marie was completely bare now, her big tits and the roll of fat around her shank pale and white against the burgundy colored sheets. The world-class few daytime, she 'd tried to get over 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 mystifying red indentations from the pea and rice were still well-defined and painful. Looking at them turned her on and she opened her legs, letting her hired man berth just a minuscule advance down until she was pressing the nucleotide 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, Mistress. It 's six fifty. ``
'' And ... '' Lora asked, enjoying making Marie repetition her con litany as often as possible.
'' And this one 's cunt is hungry, thirsty for dildoes and fingers and clenched fist. It 's cunt is for contumely. It 's arsehole is for fucking, its rectum craves sum. Its anus is for sucking cock and its sass is there only to stool men happy. '' Marie shuddered as she talked. Lora had made her write the short speech over and over one C of fourth dimension in a notebook during their first week.
'' And the remainder of you ? ``
Marie closed her eyes and rubbed herself faster between the legs. The second office turned her on even more than the first. `` Its physique is to beat. Its tongue is for cleaning assholes, clod and cunts. Its intellect is for degeneracy and its entire reason for being is as an aim of pleasure. You may use me any way you like. '' She came as she said the word `` physical object '' and kept shuddering through the respite of the speech.
'' commodity, '' 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 projection screen television lit up and Marie was watching three charwoman in concern suits who were busybodied wiring up another younger fair sex, big breasted and naked. They wrapped copper wires around her digit and toes and TENS pads all over her eubstance. 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 training. You remember the small shockers you wore for John in the bar that Nox ? Well, soon it will be meter for you to fine-tune. ``
Lora left the room, locking it from the outside while Marie settled down for the first of her three daily porn-and-masturbation Roger Sessions. Lora had started those right 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 mean solar day, Lora had stayed with her, making sure enough she was constantly touching, probing, using the vibrators and dildoes Lora provided, and not taking her optic off of the filmdom. Now, Marie was an eager student, fascinated by and rum about the depths of the putrefaction these women had allowed to be captured on video. Everything turned her on and she was constantly cumming. From the beginning videos of fuck-and-suck sitting to threesomes to bondage and light spanking, she welcomed every new bit of sexual information like a starving somebody at a snack counter. She had so many years to make up for.
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At seven xlv, the Light Within flashed and the television shut itself off. Marie was lost in another creation, the vibrator pressed have between her peg. She had been cumming non-stop for the last ten minutes, her eye glued to a pair of slim down Asian womanhood who were kissing and stroking each former, each helping the other try to ignore the shocks 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 table next to the bed. She sat there and turned her header, stared into the bathroom.
Marie still hated this persona of the morning, even five weeks later. She ran through the steps in her idea, dreading each one, feeling her tum spell, wanting to hold up. offset was what Lora called `` thinning her bush ''. Marie hated this more than well-nigh of the eternal sleep of it. Lora was turning her into one of the bimbos in the video. Yes, she wanted to experience these things, but no, she did n't want to have to be one of the silicon-titted, clean-shaved pencil-thin modeling in the flick. She was proud of her thick, lush cunt bush and John always said he loved it too. Now, Lora had her hustle twenty pilus from that bush each dayspring, holding them in her mouth through the rest of the morning 's routine.
Next were the two enemas she had to afford herself. These were horrifying but not because of the annoyance or the abasement. They were horrible because they were always filmed. Lora told her that the videos were fetching a good price with her worldwide clients but that she was n't satisfied. At the start of week 6 of her 'training', the feeds would be live - video and sound. That was only a few days away now and Marie dreaded it terribly. But Lora insisted it would take double the price she was getting for the recordings.
The first enema was a unity bag of soapy, lovesome water. Marie held it in for only five second, then squatted over the bathroom and emptied herself into the bowl. The second one was the bad one. Lora insisted on two good bags, then an anal hack.
Marie got up off of the bed, went into the john and turned on the warm piss. She took the box from under the swallow hole that contained the hosepipe, pocketbook and nozzles she would ask. Lora had already picked out the plug. Marie picked it up and circled the home with her thumb and finger. Bigger again. Lora had been gradually up-sizing the dildoes every few mean solar day, this one would stretch her asshole to a little over two inches diameter. At its widest compass point, it flared to twice that. but she was positive it would slue inside her easily. That confidence sent a shudder of upheaval through her. She was getting what she wanted. And more.
After she finished plucking, she licked the twenty hairs off of her medallion and felt them spreading across her lingua, floating in her saliva just above her taste buds. She did n't gag and was proud of it.
She drained the first enema out easily then filled herself with the second batch. She looked at the clock - eight XXIX. The same time 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.
walking slowly from the bowl to the sink, she drew and drank three tall glasses of piddle -- in a few hours, Lora would exercise yet another case of absolute control over Marie 's body.
Moving slowly - the pain in her leg was still noticeable - she headed back toward the bed. Even walking like this, each step measured in inches, she could take heed the soapy water system sloshing around inside her. She fought back the tears.
Marie lay down on the bed, slid herself into the precise center, then put her metrical unit 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 30 minutes of rank hush. But as the weeks went on, it became more and Thomas More make. It was a daily half-hour in hell.
Today, the vesica was first. Marie struggled to keep her soundbox still but the need to pee was warm and she clenched. That sent a shock wave through her belly and the H2O in her rectum and Colon responded, sending moving ridge of hurting up and down her dorsum. She raised her hip but that only made the water relocation upward, pushing against her lungs. The pain in the neck shot through her chest and down to her ass again.
Marie started crying. She cried more easily now. The maiden days and weeks, she 'd managed to hold out until the one-half minute was nearly over. Twice, she did n'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 svelte sign. She no longer even bothered to curl her hands into clenched fist. Her sleeve and legs were strangely relaxed, but the quietus of her, cervix to crotch, was clenched tight and trembling. She squeezed her eyes mean, her breathing fasting and shallow, her fountainhead pressed backward hard into the mattress.
What did I get myself into ? This is mad ! The opinion 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 give to sustain OR. My interior are ruined, my Aspinwall is stretched, I am never going to recover.
Marie knew it was n't truthful, Lora explained it to her over and over the offset few hebdomad, but she could n't get off the fear. Then, the wrath came. What the fuck is John thinking ? I said I wanted to try something new, not ... aaarrggghhhh. I ca n't even think straight. sleep with 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 ire, and always against the backdrop of her interior cramping up. By now, even this many weeks later, her legs started moving involuntarily, knee bending, kicking at the sheets, and always, she ended up with her knees wide of the mark and raised, trying with all her might to force out the plug, picturing the water spraying all over the bed and the rampart and the relief she would feel, the blessed relievo ! as her body drained and the body of water flooded onto the floor.
But it never happened. the hoopla 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 decompress and faint 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 find out Lora 's spokesperson 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 practically body of water inside her eubstance would rip her apart but not caring, I do n't care, I need the pain to barricade and if I cum the nuisance will go away for a second, for a endorse, that 's all I need, just a instant without this pain..
And then, as she 'd felt for the finis three hebdomad, 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 time to even your ass and get set up 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 hurting and Lora held her, walked her into the john 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 set up ? '' Marie 's head bobbed up and down eagerly, her arms braced against the front end of the shower, tears running down her face. She opened her branch and Lora pulled the plug hard. Marie dropped to her articulatio genus as the flowage of weewee splashed all over the tub, all over her peg and feet and back, the botheration of the cramps replaced by the pain of spill. Inevitably, she 'd lose her bladder as well, the nebuliser splashing against the front man paries of the tub.
It took her nearly five arcminute this time to get herself back under dominance and coherent. She looked into Lora 's eyes and said softly, `` thank you. ''