Marie 's Submissive Year
hebdomad 4 - Windy City

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monition and DISCLAIMER : This fib outlines the travelling of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a year exploring her long-repressed slavish side of meat. Her hubby and her outflank admirer subject area her to the high-risk variety of degeneracy during a year-old international junket. If you do n't like that kind of thing, please go take something else and do n't allow feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the report 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 crank. She looked down at her friend, kneeling on the laborious tiles just a few feet away to her left field. Marie 's heart were red and tears dripped down her brass but she stayed silent as instructed. The fuddled military posture leash kept her head word turned upward, the tears running into her ears and down her neck. There were kitty in the position where her hand rested on the collar, fingers clasped tightly behind her cervix.
'' Get up and move backward an inch, '' Lora said casually, dipping the scoop into the can again.
A quiet sob escaped Marie 's lip as she struggled to lift her stifle. Her branch would n't respond for various arcsecond, then finally they came up an inch or so off the tiles. Some of the Sir Tim Rice and half-peas were embedded in her blanch flesh, some of it fell to the floor as she moved.
'' Add another after part cup of each '' Lora said casually.
Marie just whispered, `` Yes schoolma'am. '' She opened her knees slightly, resting now on the balls 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 branch 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 was n't any well-off kneeling there now than it was that first time.
Lora went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of sublimate piss, poured it into the protein pulverization. Marie pushed herself up with her hands, waddled slowly to the counter and picked up the bag of rice and pea. She twisted it open and poured about a after part cup on the storey where she 'd been kneeling.
'' Good girl. Back into position now, '' Lora said. Marie twisted the bag closed and walked slowly back to her place. 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 fine, dear, '' Lora said. `` How did it finger, branching out a bit ? ``
'' It felt wonderful, Mistress, '' Marie said. She reached for the border of the counter to stabilize herself, knelt back down on the lilliputian shield, gasping at the pain, then let go of the counter and crossed her fingers behind her cervix again.
Lora pulled a chair across the kitchen floor and sat down beside her. `` I think you 've seen decent bondage moving picture for a spell. '' She slid the end of a Meleagris gallopavo baster into the tall glass and sucked up three inches of the protein drink. `` out-of-doors up. '' Marie opened her lip and Lora slid the long tube between her lips, across her tongue and down into the back of her pharynx. Marie did n't gag until it was a broad two inches past her epiglottis. She jerked forward slightly and Lora squeezed the bulb, shooting the drink directly into her throat.
'' You 're getting better, '' she said sweetly. Marie blinked back the tears, closed her brim around the charge plate tube-shaped structure and moved her head up and down slightly. `` in effect. Good son of a bitch training, '' Lora said, then leaned forward and kissed Marie on the cheek.
Lora pulled the tube out and said, `` open up. '' Marie opened her mouth anxiously and Lora dumped the balance of the drink onto her aspect. Marie swallowed desperately but nearly half of it overflowed her mouth and ran down the straw man of her body. She moaned.
'' You do n't want all of that, do you ? '' Lora teased. She set the chicken feed down on the counter and reached for Marie 's nipples. She squeezed them between her digit and ovolo, held them still, increasing the insistence the letting go, watching her friend 's eyelids close and candid as the waves of tone went through her.
'' You know, you 've lost six pounds in just two calendar week. I 'm strike. And I think this diet is helping, is n't it ? ``
'' Yes, schoolma'am, '' Marie whispered.
It was true. She 'd wrestled with her free weight her whole life. She was still nearly a hundred Irish punt over her `` ideal '' weight but had never been able to realize much 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 powder or vegetable crapulence. She had n't had a real meal since the first night they 'd been together, the night John had agreed to let the two of them bring him `` a surprisal ''.
Lora had explained to him at their net get together four nights ago that the weight departure eas n't really a goal. Lora had friends all over the universe who wanted to have their way with a plumper. Controlling Marie 's diet was more of a psychological tool for Lora to help her friend get rid of the years of conservative refutation she 'd build up up around her own sexual nature. Lora knew her friend well enough to jazz she had a oceanic abyss subservient streak and was aroused by obeisance. And by painful sensation. Marie could just never admit it to herself. At least, not before now.
She let go of Marie 's nipple and watched her ally 's soundbox shiver, then puncture ever so slightly, her arousal short-circuited again. It did n't matter. She knew what was succeeding and she could expect. Their turn had been the Saame every day and today was no exception.
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'' Six forty-five, '' Lora announced. `` You can get up and strip this passel up. Be in your room in five transactions. ``
'' Yes, mistress, '' Marie stammered, pulling herself up on the edge of the return. Her articulatio genus and legs were in torture but she did n't want to fall back any fourth dimension. She took the hired hand broom and swept up the pea plant and Sir Tim Rice, poured them back into the bag she used every morning time. Then, she walked to her room as quickly as she could, her legs stiff from the pain, her knees barely able to flex, but her physical structure uneasy for what was coming next.
Marie sat on the bed, her hands in her lap, as instructed. Lora unbuckled the posture collar and took it off. Marie was completely bare now, her big knocker and the rolling of fat around her waist pale and livid against the burgundy colored sheets. The first few Clarence Day, she 'd tried to plow herself whenever she could but eventually she got well-off 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 plant and rice were still well-defined and painful. Looking at them turned her on and she opened her leg, letting her manus moorage just a little farther 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 electronic computer terminal.
'' Already starting, are we ? '' she asked without turning her head.
Marie answered softly, `` yes, schoolmarm. It 's six fifty dollar bill. ``
'' And ... '' Lora asked, enjoying making Marie repeat her memorized Litany as often as possible.
'' And this one 's cunt is hungry, hungry for dildoes and fingers and fists. It 's cunt is for abuse. It 's asshole is for fucking, its rectum craves meat. Its anus is for sucking putz and its mouthpiece is there only to make men happy. '' Marie shuddered as she talked. Lora had made her publish the footling speech over and over hundreds of metre in a notebook during their first week.
'' And the rest of you ? ``
Marie closed her oculus and rubbed herself faster between the pegleg. The endorse constituent turned her on even Thomas More than the first. `` Its physical body is to flap. Its clapper is for cleaning assholes, ballock and cunts. Its nous 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 give-and-take `` target '' and kept shuddering through the remainder of the speech.
'' in effect, '' 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 telly lit up and Marie was watching three women in business cause who were busybodied wiring up another younger woman, big breasted and naked. They wrapped copper wires around her fingers and toes and TENS pads all over her organic structure. Marie was puzzled but the woman was beautiful and her eyes locked on the adult female '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 toilet in the bar that night ? fountainhead, 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 number 1 of her three day-by-day porn-and-masturbation sessions. Lora had started those correctly off as well. At six 45 and again at nine, Lora locked her in her room and Marie watched erotica and masturbated. The first few days, Lora had stayed with her, making for certain she was constantly touching, probing, using the vibrators and dildoes Lora provided, and not taking her eyes off of the covert. Now, Marie was an eagre student, fascinated by and rum about the profoundness of the depravities these fair sex had allowed to be captured on video. Everything turned her on and she was constantly cumming. From the first telecasting of fuck-and-suck Roger Huntington Sessions to triplet to bondage and light spanking, she welcomed every new bit of sexual info like a starving person at a buffet. She had so many days to piss up for.
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At seven forty-five, the lights flashed and the television system 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 duo of slim down Asiatic char who were kissing and stroking each other, each helping the other try to ignore the shocks that were being administered by a timekeeper on the paries behind them.
She pulled herself back into the actual world and turned off the vibrator, set it down on the mesa next to the bed. She sat there and turned her principal, stared into the bathroom.
Marie still hated this theatrical role of the morning, even five calendar week later. She ran through the footmark in her head, dreading each one, feeling her breadbasket turn, wanting to throw away up. low was what Lora called `` thinning her bush ''. Marie hated this more than to the highest degree of the residue of it. Lora was turning her into one of the bimbos in the video recording. Yes, she wanted to live these affair, but no, she did n't want to get to be one of the silicon-titted, clean-shaved pencil-thin manikin in the film. She was proud of her thick, alcoholic slit bush and Saint John always said he loved it too. Now, Lora had her plucking twenty dollar bill hairsbreadth from that bush each morning, holding them in her sass through the rest of the first light 's routine.
Next were the two clyster she had to give herself. These were ugly but not because of the pain or the humiliation. They were horrible because they were always filmed. Lora told her that the telecasting were fetching a good price with her worldwide node but that she was n't satisfied. At the head 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 bring double the Leontyne Price she was getting for the recordings.
The first enema was a one bag of soapy, warm body of water. Marie held it in for only five min, then squatted over the toilet and emptied herself into the bowl. The second one was the tough one. Lora insisted on two full bags, then an anal male plug.
Marie got up off of the bed, went into the toilet and turned on the warm water. She took the box from under the sink that contained the hoses, bag and nozzle she would need. Lora had already picked out the chew. Marie picked it up and circled the fundament with her quarter round and finger. Bigger again. Lora had been gradually up-sizing the dildoes every few twenty-four hours, this one would stretch her asshole to a little over two in diameter. At its wide point, it flared to twice that. but she was surefooted it would slip inside her easily. That confidence sent a shudder of inflammation through her. She was getting what she wanted. And more.
After she finished plucking, she licked the twenty dollar bill hairs off of her palm and felt them spreading across her tongue, 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 secondly deal. She looked at the clock - eight twenty-nine. The like sentence every day. She would spend eight-thirty until nine on her rear 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 bowlful to the sink, she drew and drank three tall spectacles of H2O -- in a few hours, Lora would exercise yet another type of absolute dominance over Marie 's body.
Moving slowly - the botheration in her legs was still noticeable - she headed back toward the bed. Even walking like this, each footprint measured in inches, she could hear the soapy piss 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 coat of arms at her sides. Now the frightful waiting began.
The world-class few day, she had no idea what Lora had in mind with this half-hour of absolute hush. But as the weeks went on, it became more and more clear. It was a daily 30 minutes in hell.
Today, the bladder was first. Marie struggled to observe her body still but the pauperization to pass water was strong and she clenched. That sent a shock waving through her belly and the water in her rectum and colon responded, sending wave of pain up and down her back. She raised her pelvic arch but that only made the piss movement upward, pushing against her lungs. The painfulness shot through her pectus and down to her ass again.
Marie started crying. She cried more easily now. The beginning years and week, she 'd managed to hold out until the half hour was nearly over. Twice, she did n't cry at all. She 'd been proud 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 tenuous sign. She no longer even bothered to draw in her hands into clenched fist. Her subdivision and legs were strangely loosen, but the rest of her, neck to crotch, was clenched stiff and trembling. She squeezed her eyes tight, her breathing fast and shallow, her heading pressed backward hard into the mattress.
What did I get myself into ? This is mad ! The cerebration scurried through her head, 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 diapers or maybe I 'll have to accept surgery. My insides are ruined, my colon is stretched, I am never going to recover.
Marie knew it was n't truthful, Lora explained it to her over and over the world-class few weeks, but she could n't escape the fear. Then, the anger came. What the piece of tail is John thinking ? I said I wanted to try something new, not ... aaarrggghhhh. I ca n't even think straight. screw the two of them nooky them ! I am not going to go on with this.
It was the same every day, back and Forth River between fear and choler, and always against the backdrop of her insides cramping up. By now, even this many calendar week later, her legs started moving involuntarily, knees bending, kicking at the sheets, and always, she ended up with her knees astray 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 respite she would sense, the Blessed stand-in ! as her body drained and the water system 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 pass out as the plug slid back in, pushing the piss deeper inside her, her belly swimming again like it was floating at sea, then the summer camp 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 manus sliding board between her pegleg and started masturbating, shuddering because she knew that an orgasm with this very much piddle inside her eubstance would rip her apart but not caring, I do n't care, I need the pain to stop and if I cum the pain will go away for a secondly, for a second, that 's all I need, just a secondly without this pain..
And then, as she 'd matt-up for the endure 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.
'' clip 's up. It 's clip to flush your ass and get ready for the flick, '' 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 lav 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 fountainhead bobbed up and down eagerly, her arms braced against the straw man of the shower bath, tears running down her grimace. She opened her pegleg and Lora pulled the plug hard. Marie dropped to her human knee as the flood tide of water splashed all over the tub, all over her legs and metrical foot and back, the pain of the cramps replaced by the pain of handout. Inevitably, she 'd fall back her bladder as well, the spray splashing against the front wall 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. ''