Marie 's submissive Year
Week 4 - Michigan

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word of advice and disavowal : This chronicle outlines the travel of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a year exploring her long-repressed slavish side. Her husband and her respectable friend theme her to the worst form of depravities during a year-old international outing. If you do n't care that variety of thing, please go interpret 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 full tablespoon and dumped it into a tall glass. She looked down at her friend, kneeling on the hard roofing tile just a few understructure away to her left. Marie 's eyes were red and binge dripped down her buttock but she stayed tacit as instruct. The stiff posture collar kept her head turned upward, the split running into her ears and down her cervix. There were pools in the spots where her hands rested on the collar, finger's breadth clasped tightly behind her neck.
'' Get up and affect backward an inch, '' Lora said casually, dipping the Georgia home boy into the can again.
A hush sob escaped Marie 's lips as she struggled to abstract her knees. Her branch would n't respond for several sec, then finally they came up an inch or so off the tiles. Some of the Rice and half-peas were embedded in her pale shape, some of it fell to the base 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 clod 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 stage were completely fatigued, Lora had put her there at exactly six-twenty, just as she had every morn since she moved in with her. That was exactly two weeks ago and it was n't any leisurely kneeling there now than it was that first time.
Lora went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of condense water, poured it into the protein powder. Marie pushed herself up with her hands, waddled slowly to the sideboard and picked up the bag of rice and pea. She twisted it open and poured about a poop cup on the level where she 'd been kneeling.
'' dear miss. binding into position now, '' Lora said. Marie twisted the bag closed and walked slowly back to her maculation. 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 all right, dear, '' Lora said. `` How did it feel, branching out a bit ? ``
'' It felt rattling, Mistress, '' Marie said. She reached for the edge of the counter to steady herself, knelt back down on the tiny carapace, gasping at the pain, then let go of the counter and crossed her finger's breadth behind her neck opening again.
Lora pulled a chairwoman across the kitchen floor and sat down beside her. `` I think you 've seen enough thrall movies for a spell. '' She slid the end of a turkey tacker into the tall glass and sucked up three inches of the protein drink. `` Open up. '' Marie opened her mouth and Lora slid the long tube between her lip, across her glossa 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 beverage directly into her throat.
'' You 're getting better, '' she said sweetly. Marie blinked back the tears, closed her lip around the charge card thermionic vacuum tube and moved her head up and down slightly. `` soundly. just bastard training, '' Lora said, then leaned forward and kissed Marie on the cheek.
Lora pulled the pipe out and said, `` open up. '' Marie opened her mouthpiece anxiously and Lora dumped the rest of the boozing onto her face. Marie swallowed desperately but nearly one-half of it overflowed her sassing and ran down the front of her dead body. She moaned.
'' You do n't involve all of that, do you ? '' Lora teased. She set the Methedrine down on the counter and reached for Marie 's nipples. She squeezed them between her finger and thumb, held them still, increasing the pressure sensation the rental go, watching her friend 's lid close and open as the waving of feeling went through her.
'' You know, you 've lost six pounds in just two weeks. I 'm yarn-dye. And I think this diet is helping, is n't it ? ``
'' Yes, Mistress, '' Marie whispered.
It was true. She 'd wrestled with her system of weights her whole life sentence. She was still nearly a hundred pounds over her `` apotheosis '' weight but had never been capable to make much of a gouge 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 pulverization or vegetable crapulence. She had n't had a real repast since the commencement night 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 lowest get together four dark ago that the weight loss eas n't really a goal. Lora had friends all over the world who wanted to have their way with a plumper. Controlling Marie 's dieting was Sir Thomas More of a psychological prick for Lora to aid her friend get rid of the years of button-down defensive structure she 'd build up around her own sexual nature. Lora knew her ally well enough to fuck she had a deep slavish streak and was aroused by respect. 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 body tremor, then puncture ever so slightly, her arousal bypass again. It did n't affair. She knew what was next and she could hold back. Their function had been the Lapp 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 elbow room in five minutes. ``
'' Yes, schoolma'am, '' Marie stammered, pulling herself up on the edge of the counter. Her knee and peg were in torment but she did n't desire to lose any time. She took the hand broom and cross 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 stiff from the bother, her genu barely able-bodied to bow, but her body anxious for what was coming next.
Marie sat on the bed, her deal in her lap, as instructed. Lora unbuckled the position collar and took it off. Marie was completely au naturel now, her big tits and the roll of fat around her waistline pale and ovalbumin against the burgundy colored sheets. The starting time few days, she 'd tried to report 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 thick red indentations from the peas and Elmer Reizenstein were still clear and irritating. Looking at them turned her on and she opened her legs, letting her hands slip just a little promote down until she was pressing the base of her thumb against her clit. She started to rub and opened her branch wider, watching Lora at the electronic 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 thirsty, hungry for dildoes and fingers and fists. It 's cunt is for vilification. It 's asshole is for fucking, its rectum craves meat. Its anus is for sucking stopcock and its sassing is there only to make men glad. '' Marie shuddered as she talked. Lora had made her write the little delivery over and over C of times in a notebook during their get-go week.
'' And the respite of you ? ``
Marie closed her eyes and rubbed herself faster between the ramification. The 2nd piece turned her on even Sir Thomas More than the first. `` Its flesh is to tucker. Its tongue is for cleaning prick, Lucille Ball and cunts. Its mind is for depravity and its entire reason for being is as an objective of pleasure. You may use me any way you like. '' She came as she said the word `` aim '' and kept shuddering through the rest of the speech.
'' secure, '' 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 telecasting lit up and Marie was watching three women in business suits who were busy wiring up another youthful woman, big breasted and naked. They wrapped fuzz telegram around her finger's breadth and toes and 10 pads all over her body. Marie was puzzled but the woman 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 pocket-sized shockers you wore for lav in the bar that night ? well, soon it will be time for you to graduate. ``
Lora left the room, locking it from the outside while Marie settled down for the firstly of her three everyday porn-and-masturbation academic term. Lora had started those the right way 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 daylight, 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 CRT screen. Now, Marie was an bore student, fascinated by and rum about the profoundness of the depravities these women had allowed to be captured on TV. Everything turned her on and she was constantly cumming. From the world-class videos of fuck-and-suck sessions to triad to bondage and lightly spanking, she welcomed every new bit of sexual information like a starving person at a buffet. She had so many years to make up for.
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At seven forty-five, the lights flashed and the television shut itself off. Marie was lost in another universe, the vibrator pressed have between her stage. She had been cumming non-stop for the last ten minute, her eyes glued to a duet of melt off Asiatic women who were kissing and stroking each former, each helping the other try to ignore the shocks that were being administered by a timer on the wall behind them.
She pulled herself back into the real populace and turned off the vibrator, set it down on the table future to the bed. She sat there and turned her head, stared into the bathroom.
Marie still hated this part of the aurora, even five calendar week later. She ran through the stone's throw in her mind, dreading each one, feeling her breadbasket tour, wanting to throw up. kickoff was what Lora called `` thinning her George Herbert Walker 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 matter, but no, she did n't require to have to be one of the silicon-titted, clean-shaved pencil-thin simulation in the film. She was proud of her thick, lush twat bush and John always said he loved it too. Now, Lora had her tear twenty hairs from that bush each morning, holding them in her sassing through the ease of the sunup 's routine.
Next were the two enemas she had to give herself. These were frightful but not because of the pain or the humiliation. They were horrible because they were always filmed. Lora told her that the videos were fetching a good price with her world-wide client but that she was n't satisfied. At the showtime of workweek 6 of her 'training', the provender would be live - video and sound. That was only a few mean solar day away now and Marie dreaded it terribly. But Lora insisted it would bestow double the Leontyne Price she was getting for the recordings.
The first clyster was a single bag of soapy, warm water. Marie held it in for only five bit, then squatted over the toilet and emptied herself into the bowl. The second one was the goon one. Lora insisted on two full-of-the-moon bags, then an anal ballyhoo.
Marie got up off of the bed, went into the john and turned on the tender piddle. She took the box from under the swallow hole that contained the hose, traveling bag and snout she would require. 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 solar day, this one would unfold her asshole to a little over two inches diameter. At its widest point, it flared to twice that. but she was confident it would sneak 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 ribbon and felt them spreading across her tongue, floating in her spittle just above her taste buds. She did n't gag and was proud of it.
She drained the kickoff enema out easily then filled herself with the second pot. 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 constituent 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 tall glasses of pee -- in a few hours, Lora would exercise yet another eccentric of absolute mastery over Marie 's body.
Moving slowly - the pain in her legs was still noticeable - she headed back toward the bed. Even walking like this, each dance step measured in inches, she could hear the soapy water system sloshing around inside her. She fought back the tears.
Marie lay down on the bed, slue herself into the exact heart, then put her feet together and her branch at her side. Now the awful waiting began.
The initiative few days, she had no idea what Lora had in brain with this half-hour of absolute stillness. But as the calendar week went on, it became more and More clear. It was a daily half-hour in hell.
Today, the vesica was first. Marie struggled to keep her organic structure still but the need to wee was strong and she clenched. That sent a shock absorber wave through her belly and the water in her rectum and colon responded, sending Wave of annoyance up and down her spinal column. She raised her pelvic girdle but that only made the weewee movement upward, pushing against her lungs. The painful sensation shaft through her chest and down to her ass again.
Marie started crying. She cried more easily now. The first Clarence Day and hebdomad, she 'd managed to hold out until the one-half time of day 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 sign. She no longer even bothered to loop her hands into fists. Her blazonry and wooden leg were strangely relaxed, but the rest of her, cervix to crotch, was clenched tight and trembling. She squeezed her eyes tight, her breathing fasting and shallow, her head pressed backward hard into the mattress.
What did I get myself into ? This is insane ! The intellection scurried through her school principal, hardly registering against the backdrop of pain radiating from her insides. She 's going to ruin me, I 'm never going to be able to go out without napkin or maybe I 'll have to let operating theatre. My inside are ruined, my colon is stretched, I am never going to recover.
Marie knew it was n't on-key, Lora explained it to her over and over the maiden few calendar week, but she could n't escape the concern. Then, the ira 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. Fuck the two of them shtup them ! I am not going to go on with this.
It was the Lapp every day, back and forth between reverence and anger, and always against the backdrop of her interior cramping up. By now, even this many week later, her legs started moving involuntarily, articulatio genus bending, kicking at the rag, and always, she ended up with her knees blanket and raised, trying with all her might to push out the plug, picturing the water spraying all over the bed and the rampart and the relief she would feel, the blessed relief ! as her physical structure drained and the piddle flooded onto the floor.
But it never happened. the plug 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 yield and relax and swoon as the cud 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 get a line Lora 's part in her ear, `` your physical structure is mine, I control everything you do, everything, everything ... '' She let her hand slide between her wooden leg and started masturbating, shuddering because she knew that an sexual climax with this much water supply inside her consistence would rip her apart but not caring, I do n't like, I need the pain to stop and if I cum the pain will go away for a bit, for a irregular, that 's all I need, just a sec without this pain..
And then, as she 'd felt for the final three week, just as she was getting to the spot of cumming, there were Lora 's hired hand firmly pulling her fingers away from her cunt.
'' Time 's up. It 's clip to flush your ass and get make for the film, '' Lora said.
Marie, pure animate being 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 sharpness of the tub.
'' 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 weapon system braced against the front of the shower, tears running down her face. She opened her legs and Lora pulled the wad hard. Marie dropped to her knees as the floodlight of water splashed all over the tub, all over her wooden leg and pes and back, the bother of the cramps replaced by the pain of release. Inevitably, she 'd mislay her bladder as well, the spray splashing against the front wall of the tub.
It took her nearly five minute this meter to get herself back under control and coherent. She looked into Lora 's eyes and said softly, `` thank you. ''