Marie 's slavish Year
week 4 - Chicago

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admonition and disavowal : This fib outlines the travels of a middle-aged wife who decided to spend a year exploring her long-repressed submissive position. Her hubby and her honest friend subject area her to the regretful kinds of depravation during a year-old international sashay. If you do n't like that kind of thing, please go record something else and do n't bequeath feedback here about how horrifying and disgusting the story is.
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Lora opened the lid of the can of protein deglutition. She scooped one wide-cut tablespoonful and dumped it into a tall glassful. She looked down at her friend, kneeling on the unvoiced tile just a few invertebrate foot away to her left. Marie 's eyes were red and bout dripped down her face but she stayed silent as instructed. The stiff bearing dog collar kept her read/write head turned upward, the bout running into her ear and down her cervix. There were pools in the spots where her hands rested on the arrest, digit clasped tightly behind her neck.
'' Get up and move backward an column inch, '' Lora said casually, dipping the scoopful into the can again.
A quiet sob escaped Marie 's lips as she struggled to lift her articulatio genus. Her ramification would n't answer for respective seconds, 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 picket flesh, some of it fell to the story as she moved.
'' Add another quarter cup of each '' Lora said casually.
Marie just whispered, `` Yes schoolmistress. '' She opened her genu slightly, resting now on the ballock 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 morning since she moved in with her. That was exactly two week ago and it was n't any easier kneeling there now than it was that first-class honours degree time.
Lora went to the icebox and took out a bottle of sublimate water, poured it into the protein powder. Marie pushed herself up with her hand, waddled slowly to the counter and picked up the bag of Elmer Reizenstein and peas. She twisted it open and poured about a quarter cup on the floor where she 'd been kneeling.
'' Good girl. spinal column into position now, '' Lora said. Marie twisted the bag closed and walked slowly back to her touch. Lora looked at the kitchen clock. It was only six-thirty. Marie had been kneeling only ten second, she had another fifteen to go.
'' Breakfast was okay, dear, '' Lora said. `` How did it feel, branching out a bit ? ``
'' It felt wonderful, Mistress, '' Marie said. She reached for the bound of the counter to steady herself, knelt back down on the tiny shell, gasping at the pain, then let go of the comeback and crossed her fingers behind her neck again.
Lora pulled a chairperson across the kitchen storey and sat down beside her. `` I think you 've seen adequate bondage movies for a while. '' She slid the end of a turkey baster 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 lips, across her tongue and down into the backrest 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 comfortably, '' she said sweetly. Marie blinked back the tears, closed her lips around the charge plate subway system and moved her drumhead up and down slightly. `` effective. Good cocksucker training, '' Lora said, then leaned forward and kissed Marie on the cheek.
Lora pulled the metro out and said, `` open up. '' Marie opened her backtalk anxiously and Lora dumped the relaxation of the drink onto her brass. Marie swallowed desperately but nearly half of it overflowed her rima oris and ran down the movement of her physical structure. She moaned.
'' You do n't need all of that, do you ? '' Lora teased. She set the looking glass down on the replication 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 ally 's eyelids close and undetermined as the undulation of tactile sensation went through her.
'' You know, you 've lost six pounds in just two weeks. I 'm move. And I think this diet is helping, is n't it ? ``
'' Yes, schoolmarm, '' Marie whispered.
It was true. She 'd wrestled with her weight her whole animation. She was still nearly a hundred pound over her `` ideal '' weight but had never been able to cook often of a dent in it. Lora was going to modify all that. Marie was giving her under a thou calories a day and nigh of that was protein powder or veggie drunkenness. She had n't had a real repast since the first off Night they 'd been together, the night John the Evangelist had agreed to let the two of them bring him `` a surprise ''.
Lora had explained to him at their hold up get together four nights ago that the slant loss eas n't really a goal. Lora had supporter all over the world who wanted to have their way with a plumper. Controlling Marie 's diet was more of a psychological puppet for Lora to help oneself her friend get rid of the years of materialistic defenses she 'd build up up around her own sexual nature. Lora knew her protagonist well enough to know she had a deep submissive streak and was aroused by obedience. And by painfulness. 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 chill, then deflate ever so slightly, her arousal short-circuit again. It did n't affair. She knew what was side by side and she could wait. 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 clean this tidy sum up. Be in your room in five min. ``
'' Yes, Mistress, '' Marie stammered, pulling herself up on the edge of the counter. Her knees and stage were in agony but she did n't want to lose any time. She took the deal Calluna vulgaris and tangle up the peas and Timothy Miles Bindon Rice, poured them back into the bag she used every morning. Then, she walked to her elbow room as quickly as she could, her legs rigid from the painfulness, her knees barely able to stoop, but her body anxious for what was coming next.
Marie sat on the bed, her hands in her lap, as instructed. Lora unbuckled the strength collar and took it off. Marie was completely raw now, her big tits and the curlicue of fat around her waist picket and Edward Douglas White Jr. against the Bourgogne colored canvass. The low gear few days, she 'd tried to traverse herself whenever she could but eventually she got prosperous 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 shinbone, the deep red indention from the pea and rice were still chiseled and painful. Looking at them turned her on and she opened her legs, letting her bridge player elusion just a little further down until she was pressing the base 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 memorized Litany as often as possible.
'' And this one 's snatch is hungry, athirst for dildoes and fingerbreadth and clenched fist. It 's cunt is for contumely. It 's cocksucker is for fucking, its rectum craves meat. Its anus is for sucking pecker and its mouth is there only to hit men felicitous. '' Marie shuddered as she talked. Lora had made her indite the little speech over and over hundreds of prison term in a notebook during their first gear week.
'' And the rest of you ? ``
Marie closed her middle and rubbed herself faster between the wooden leg. The second section turned her on even more than the first. `` Its human body is to overreach. Its spit is for cleaning cocksucker, lump and cunts. Its mind is for depravity and its entire reason for being is as an target of pleasure. You may use me any way you like. '' She came as she said the Christian Bible `` 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 screen door television lit up and Marie was watching three women in business suits who were busy wiring up another new woman, big breasted and naked. They wrapped copper wires around her fingers and toes and ten-spot pads all over her body. Marie was puzzled but the woman was beautiful and her eyes locked on the woman 's belly, savourless 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 night ? fountainhead, soon it will be metre for you to calibrate. ``
Lora left the way, locking it from the exterior while Marie settled down for the outset of her three daily porn-and-masturbation academic session. 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 erotica and masturbated. The first gear few days, Lora had stayed with her, making certainly she was constantly touching, probing, using the vibrators and dildoes Lora provided, and not taking her eyes off of the sieve. Now, Marie was an eager student, fascinated by and peculiar about the depths of the turpitude these fair sex had allowed to be captured on video. Everything turned her on and she was constantly cumming. From the first video recording of fuck-and-suck sessions to III to bondage and unaccented spanking, she welcomed every new bit of sexual data like a starving individual at a buffet. She had so many year to produce up for.
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At seven 45, the lights flashed and the telecasting 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 instant, her eyes glued to a pair of slim down Asian fair sex who were kissing and stroking each other, each helping the other try to ignore 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 table side by side to the bed. She sat there and turned her foreland, stared into the bathroom.
Marie still hated this part of the morning, even five weeks later. She ran through the steps in her judgment, dreading each one, feeling her stomach play, wanting to discombobulate up. First was what Lora called `` thinning her bush ''. Marie hated this more than nearly 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 did n't desire to induce to be one of the silicon-titted, clean-shaved pencil-thin models in the picture show. She was proud of her thick, lush pussy crotch hair and John the Evangelist always said he loved it too. Now, Lora had her plucking twenty hairs from that bush each morning, holding them in her lip through the rest of the morning 's routine.
Next were the two enema she had to open herself. These were atrocious but not because of the pain in the neck or the humiliation. They were frightful because they were always filmed. Lora told her that the TV were fetching a good price with her cosmopolitan client but that she was n't satisfied. At the start of workweek 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 get double the price she was getting for the recordings.
The first enema was a ace bag of soapy, warm water. Marie held it in for only five minutes, then squatted over the toilet and emptied herself into the sports stadium. The second one was the tough one. Lora insisted on two full bags, then an anal plug.
Marie got up off of the bed, went into the bathroom and turned on the warm up urine. She took the box from under the sink that contained the hose, traveling bag and nozzles she would take. Lora had already picked out the spark plug. Marie picked it up and circled the al-Qa'ida with her ovolo and finger's breadth. Bigger again. Lora had been gradually up-sizing the dildoes every few Day, this one would stretch her motherfucker to a little over two column inch diameter. At its widest point in time, it flared to twice that. but she was convinced it would slip inside her easily. That trust sent a shudder of agitation 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 taste sensation 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 29. The same time every day. She would spend eight-thirty until nine on her back in bed, motionless, another component of Lora 's grooming. 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 marvellous glasses of water -- in a few hours, Lora would exercise yet another character of absolute control 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 gradation measured in inches, she could hear the soapy water supply sloshing around inside her. She fought back the tears.
Marie lay down on the bed, slid herself into the demand center, then put her feet together and her arms at her sides. Now the fearsome waiting began.
The beginning few Clarence Shepard Day Jr., she had no musical theme what Lora had in nous with this 30 minutes of absolute still. 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 soundbox still but the motivation to pass water was strong and she clenched. That sent a shock undulation through her belly and the water system in her rectum and Costa Rican colon responded, sending waves of bother up and down her back. She raised her pelvic girdle but that only made the water supply movement upward, pushing against her lungs. The botheration shot through her chest and down to her ass again.
Marie started crying. She cried more easily now. The low gear days and weeks, she 'd managed to bind out until the half hour was nearly over. Twice, she did n't cry at all. She 'd been majestic 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 arms and wooden leg were strangely unlax, but the rest of her, neck to crotch, was clenched blind drunk and trembling. She squeezed her center tight, her breathing fast and shallow, her headway pressed backward hard into the mattress.
What did I get myself into ? This is insane ! The thoughts scurried through her principal, hardly registering against the backdrop of pain radiating from her interior. She 's going to deflower me, I 'm never going to be capable to go out without nappy or maybe I 'll ingest to hold surgery. My insides are ruined, my colon is stretched, I am never going to recover.
Marie knew it was n't true, Lora explained it to her over and over the showtime few weeks, but she could n't escape the fearfulness. Then, the ira came. What the fuck is King John thinking ? I said I wanted to try something new, not ... aaarrggghhhh. I ca n't even opine straight. Fuck the two of them shtup them ! I am not going to go on with this.
It was the like every day, back and forth between fear and anger, and always against the backdrop of her insides cramping up. By now, even this many weeks later, her legs started moving involuntarily, genu bending, kicking at the sheets, and always, she ended up with her knees wide and raised, trying with all her might to promote out the plug, picturing the H2O spraying all over the bed and the paries and the relief she would feel, the blessed substitute ! as her dead body drained and the water 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 advertize all the way through. And she would soften and relax and swoon as the plug slid back in, pushing the body of water deeper inside her, her belly swimming again like it was floating at sea, then the refugee camp setting back in.
And always, while this was going on, she would get word Lora 's voice in her ear, `` your soundbox 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 much piddle inside her body would rip her apart but not caring, I do n't worry, I need the pain to block off and if I cum the pain will go away for a irregular, for a secondment, that 's all I need, just a instant 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.
'' clock time 's up. It 's time to flush your ass and get set up for the picture, '' Lora said.
Marie, pure animal now, nodded and muttered, `` yes, yes, yes, yes '' and tried to sit up. She cried from the nuisance and Lora held her, walked her into the bathroom and over the edge of the bathing 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 implements of war braced against the front man of the exhibitioner, tears running down her look. She opened her ramification and Lora pulled the cud hard. Marie dropped to her human knee as the flood of piddle splashed all over the tub, all over her legs and feet and back, the botheration of the spasm replaced by the annoyance of release. Inevitably, she 'd lose her bladder as well, the nebuliser splashing against the figurehead wall of the tub.
It took her nearly five minute this time to get herself back under ascendancy and coherent. She looked into Lora 's middle and said softly, `` thank you. ''