Marie 's Submissive yr
calendar week 4 - Chicago

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word of advice and DISCLAIMER : This fib outlines the travels of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a year exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her hubby and her best friend topic her to the mop up kinds of depravation during a year-old international junket. If you do n't wish that kind of thing, please go read something else and do n't leave feedback here about how atrocious and disgusting the storey is.
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Lora opened the lid of the can of protein boozing. She scooped one full tablespoon and dumped it into a tall drinking glass. She looked down at her booster, kneeling on the hard tile just a few feet away to her left. Marie 's eyes were red and tears dripped down her cheeks but she stayed silent as apprize. The stiff strength taking into custody kept her head turned upward, the split running into her spike and down her neck. There were pools in the spots where her workforce rested on the collar, fingers clasped tightly behind her cervix.
'' Get up and strike backward an inch, '' 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 branch would n't respond for several moment, then finally they came up an inch or so off the tiles. Some of the Elmer Leopold Rice and half-peas were embedded in her blanch flesh, some of it fell to the base as she moved.
'' Add another quarter cup of each '' Lora said casually.
Marie just whispered, `` Yes fancy woman. '' She opened her knee joint slightly, resting now on the egg of her feet.
'' well, go ahead, '' Lora snapped.
Marie squeezed her heart shut and whimpered slightly. She struggled to get to her foot but fell over sideways. Her branch were completely fatigued, Lora had put her there at exactly six-twenty, just as she had every morning time since she moved in with her. That was exactly two calendar week ago and it was n't any prosperous kneeling there now than it was that maiden time.
Lora went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of sublimate water, poured it into the protein powder. Marie pushed herself up with her hired hand, waddled slowly to the counter and picked up the bag of Sir Tim Rice and pea. She twisted it open up and poured about a quarter cup on the floor where she 'd been kneeling.
'' soundly girl. backbone into position now, '' Lora said. Marie twisted the bag closed and walked slowly back to her situation. Lora looked at the kitchen clock. It was only six-thirty. Marie had been kneeling only ten min, she had another fifteen to go.
'' Breakfast was fine, dear, '' Lora said. `` How did it feel, branching out a bit ? ``
'' It felt rattling, kept woman, '' Marie said. She reached for the border of the comeback to brace herself, knelt back down on the flyspeck case, gasping at the pain, then let go of the heel counter and crossed her fingers behind her neck again.
Lora pulled a professorship across the kitchen floor and sat down beside her. `` I think you 've seen enough thrall motion-picture show for a while. '' She slid the end of a turkey baster into the tall glass and sucked up three inches of the protein drink. `` surface up. '' Marie opened her sassing and Lora slid the yearn thermionic tube between her lips, 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 bulb, shooting the drink directly into her throat.
'' You 're getting improve, '' she said sweetly. Marie blinked back the weeping, closed her brim around the plastic tube and moved her head up and down slightly. `` well. trade good cocksucker training, '' Lora said, then leaned forward and kissed Marie on the cheek.
Lora pulled the tube out and said, `` give up. '' Marie opened her mouth anxiously and Lora dumped the rest of the drink onto her side. Marie swallowed desperately but nearly half of it overflowed her mouthpiece and ran down the strawman of her dead body. She moaned.
'' You do n't want 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 the letting go, watching her friend 's eyelids close and open as the waves of feeling went through her.
'' You know, you 've lost six pounds in just two workweek. I 'm impressed. And I think this dieting is helping, is n't it ? ``
'' Yes, Mistress, '' Marie whispered.
It was truthful. She 'd wrestled with her weight her whole life. She was still nearly a hundred pounds over her `` paragon '' weight but had never been able to throw a great deal 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 pulverisation or vegetable drinks. She had n't had a real repast since the low gear night they 'd been together, the nighttime john had agreed to let the two of them bring him `` a surprise ''.
Lora had explained to him at their last get together four nighttime ago that the weight loss eas n't really a goal. Lora had champion all over the world who wanted to possess their way with a plumper. Controlling Marie 's diet was Thomas More of a psychological tool for Lora to aid her champion get rid of the age of conservative defenses she 'd construct up around her own intimate nature. Lora knew her champion well enough to know she had a cryptic slavish run and was aroused by obedience. And by bother. Marie could just never admit it to herself. At least, not before now.
She let go of Marie 's tit and watched her friend 's eubstance tremor, then deflate ever so slightly, her arousal short-circuited again. It did n't matter. She knew what was adjacent and she could await. Their routine had been the same every day and today was no exception.
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'' Six forty-five, '' Lora announced. `` You can get up and make clean this mess up. Be in your room in five minutes. ``
'' Yes, schoolmistress, '' Marie stammered, pulling herself up on the edge of the counter. Her knees and branch were in agony but she did n't want to fall back any time. She took the hand broom and broom up the pea and Elmer Reizenstein, poured them back into the bag she used every morning. Then, she walked to her room as quickly as she could, her legs fuddled from the bother, her knees barely able to bend, but her soundbox anxious for what was coming next.
Marie sat on the bed, her hands in her lap, as instructed. Lora unbuckled the military capability collar and took it off. Marie was completely naked now, her big tits and the roll of fat around her waistline pale and white against the burgundy colored tack. The first few twenty-four hour period, she 'd tried to cut through herself whenever she could but eventually she got comfy 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 stifle and shins, the deeply red indentations from the pea plant and Elmer Rice were still clear and dreadful. Looking at them turned her on and she opened her wooden leg, letting her hands slipperiness just a petty further down until she was pressing the radical 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 repeat her memorized litany as often as possible.
'' And this one 's snatch is hungry, hungry for dildoes and finger and fists. It 's cunt is for abuse. It 's arse 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 picayune speech over and over century of fourth dimension in a notebook computer during their number 1 week.
'' And the rest of you ? ``
Marie closed her eye and rubbed herself faster between the leg. The second part turned her on even more than the inaugural. `` Its flesh is to quiver. Its tongue is for cleaning assholes, balls and cunts. Its brain is for depravity 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 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 sieve television lit up and Marie was watching three fair sex in commercial enterprise suits who were busy wiring up another new woman, big breasted and naked. They wrapped copper wire around her fingerbreadth and toes and decade pads all over her body. Marie was puzzled but the woman was beautiful and her heart locked on the woman 's belly, flavourless and tanned.
'' You 'll be shocked as well once we get promote into your training. You remember the small shockers you wore for John in the bar that night ? Well, soon it will be prison term for you to graduate. ``
Lora left the room, locking it from the outside while Marie settled down for the outset of her three everyday porn-and-masturbation Roger Sessions. Lora had started those right wing off as well. At six forty-five and again at nine, Lora locked her in her elbow room and Marie watched pornography and masturbated. The low gear few solar day, Lora had stayed with her, making indisputable she was constantly touching, probing, using the vibrators and dildoes Lora provided, and not taking her eyes off of the screen. Now, Marie was an tidal bore educatee, fascinated by and curious about the depths of the depravities these women had allowed to be captured on television. Everything turned her on and she was constantly cumming. From the low gear videos of fuck-and-suck sitting to terzetto to bondage and light spanking, she welcomed every new bit of sexual information like a starving someone at a snack counter. She had so many years to gain up for.
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At seven xlv, the lighter 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 min, her optic glued to a pair of slim Asian women who were kissing and stroking each other, each helping the other try to dismiss 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 head, stared into the bathroom.
Marie still hated this region of the morning, even five week later. She ran through the pace in her idea, dreading each one, feeling her stomach turn, wanting to throw up. first base was what Lora called `` thinning her crotch hair ''. Marie hated this more than most of the balance of it. Lora was turning her into one of the bimbos in the videos. Yes, she wanted to experience these things, but no, she did n't need to have to be one of the silicon-titted, clean-shaved pencil-thin models in the movies. She was proud of her thick, alcoholic cunt bush and John always said he loved it too. Now, Lora had her hustle twenty dollar bill hair's-breadth from that bush each morning, holding them in her mouth through the relief of the sunup 's routine.
Next were the two clyster she had to give herself. These were frightful but not because of the pain or the mortification. They were horrible because they were always filmed. Lora told her that the picture were fetching a good cost with her cosmopolitan client but that she was n't satisfied. At the start of week 6 of her 'training', the feed would be exist - video and strait. That was only a few days away now and Marie dreaded it terribly. But Lora insisted it would bring double the Price she was getting for the recordings.
The beginning enema was a undivided bag of soapy, strong water. Marie held it in for only five moment, then squatted over the toilet and emptied herself into the stadium. The minute one was the tough one. Lora insisted on two full-of-the-moon bags, then an anal fire hydrant.
Marie got up off of the bed, went into the bathroom and turned on the warm water. She took the box from under the sink that contained the hoses, old bag and nozzles she would demand. Lora had already picked out the wad. 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 days, this one would stretch her arsehole to a little over two inch diameter. At its all-encompassing point, it flared to twice that. but she was confident it would err 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 twenty hairs off of her medallion and felt them spreading across her tongue, floating in her spittle just above her tasting buds. She did n't gag and was proud of it.
She drained the first clyster out easily then filled herself with the second stack. She looked at the clock - eight 29. The Sami 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 glassful of water -- in a few hr, Lora would exercise yet another type of rank control over Marie 's body.
Moving slowly - the pain in the neck in her wooden leg was still noticeable - she headed back toward the bed. Even walking like this, each step measured in inches, she could hear the soapy piddle sloshing around inside her. She fought back the tears.
Marie lay down on the bed, slid herself into the take center, then put her feet together and her blazon at her slope. Now the awful waiting began.
The for the first time few days, she had no estimation what Lora had in mind with this half-hour of inviolable still. But as the weeks went on, it became more and more clear. It was a day-after-day half-hour in hell.
Today, the bladder was first. Marie struggled to keep her consistence still but the need to pee-pee was strong and she clenched. That sent a jounce wafture through her belly and the piddle in her rectum and colon responded, sending Wave of pain up and down her spine. She raised her rose hip but that only made the pee move upward, pushing against her lungs. The pain in the neck shot through her pectus and down to her ass again.
Marie started crying. She cried more easily now. The first days and hebdomad, she 'd managed to hold out until the half time of day 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 thin sign. She no longer even bothered to curl her hands into fists. Her weapons system and branch were strangely relaxed, but the rest of her, neck opening to crotch, was clenched tight and trembling. She squeezed her heart tight, her breathing fast and shallow, her head pressed backward hard into the mattress.
What did I get myself into ? This is insane ! The idea scurried through her fountainhead, hardly registering against the backdrop of painfulness radiating from her insides. She 's going to ruin me, I 'm never going to be able to go out without diapers or maybe I 'll induce to experience surgery. My insides are ruined, my Colon is stretched, I am never going to recover.
Marie knew it was n't genuine, Lora explained it to her over and over the first few weeks, but she could n't scat the fear. Then, the anger came. What the fuck 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 ass them ! I am not going to go on with this.
It was the same every day, back and Forth River between fearfulness and ira, and always against the backdrop of her inside cramping up. By now, even this many week later, her legs started moving involuntarily, stifle bending, kicking at the rag, and always, she ended up with her knees wide and raised, trying with all her might to push out the quid, picturing the water spraying all over the bed and the paries and the relief she would feel, the blessed stand-in ! as her body drained and the water supply flooded onto the floor.
But it never happened. the jade was always too big, Lora was a superior, a scientist at this, Marie felt it pushing, pushing, but always it was too big to advertize all the way through. And she would relent and loosen and conk 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 hear Lora 's voice in her ear, `` your body is mine, I control everything you do, everything, everything ... '' She let her paw slide between her legs and started masturbating, shuddering because she knew that an climax with this lots water inside her body would rip her apart but not caring, I do n't handle, I need the pain to finish and if I cum the pain in the neck will go away for a second, for a second, that 's all I need, just a moment without this pain..
And then, as she 'd matte up for the last three workweek, just as she was getting to the gunpoint of cumming, there were Lora 's custody firmly pulling her fingers away from her cunt.
'' sentence 's up. It 's time to even your ass and get ready for the film, '' Lora said.
Marie, pure fauna 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 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 arms braced against the front of the exhibitor, tears running down her face. She opened her legs and Lora pulled the plug hard. Marie dropped to her knees as the flood lamp of piddle splashed all over the tub, all over her legs and feet and back, the pain of the cramps replaced by the pain of dismissal. Inevitably, she 'd recede her vesica as well, the spray splashing against the front paries of the tub.
It took her nearly five second this time to get herself back under control and coherent. She looked into Lora 's eyes and said softly, `` thank you. ''