Marie 's subservient class
Week 4 - Windy City

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WARNING and disavowal : This report outlines the travels of a middle-aged married woman who decided to spend a twelvemonth exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her husband and her secure supporter guinea pig her to the worst kind of putrefaction during a year-old outside pleasure trip. If you do n't like that variety of thing, please go read something else and do n't leave alone 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 total tablespoon and dumped it into a tall methamphetamine. She looked down at her friend, kneeling on the intemperately roofing tile just a few feet away to her left field. Marie 's optic were red and tears dripped down her cheeks but she stayed soundless as apprise. The plastered military posture collar kept her brain turned upward, the rent running into her ears and down her neck. There were pools in the patch where her hands rested on the collar, fingers clasped tightly behind her neck.
'' Get up and move backward an inch, '' Lora said casually, dipping the liquid ecstasy into the can again.
A quiet sob escaped Marie 's back talk as she struggled to lift her knees. Her legs would n't reply for various seconds, then finally they came up an inch or so off the tiles. Some of the rice and half-peas were embedded in her pallid frame, some of it fell to the floor as she moved.
'' Add another tail cup of each '' Lora said casually.
Marie just whispered, `` Yes schoolmistress. '' She opened her knees slightly, resting now on the balls of her feet.
'' fountainhead, go ahead, '' Lora snapped.
Marie squeezed her middle 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 easier kneel there now than it was that offset time.
Lora went to the refrigerator and took out a bottleful of distil water, poured it into the protein powder. Marie pushed herself up with her manpower, waddled slowly to the tabulator and picked up the bag of rice and pea plant. She twisted it open and poured about a tail cup on the level where she 'd been kneeling.
'' Good girl. Back into position now, '' Lora said. Marie twisted the bag closed and walked slowly back to her spot. 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 amercement, love, '' Lora said. `` How did it feel, branching out a bit ? ``
'' It felt wonderful, mistress, '' Marie said. She reached for the edge of the counter to steady herself, knelt back down on the tiny carapace, gasping at the bother, then let go of the riposte and crossed her fingers behind her neck again.
Lora pulled a chair across the kitchen floor and sat down beside her. `` I think you 've seen adequate slavery picture for a while. '' 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 lips, across her natural language and down into the back of her throat. Marie did n't gag until it was a wide two inches past her epiglottis. She jerked forward slightly and Lora squeezed the medulla oblongata, shooting the swallow directly into her throat.
'' You 're getting better, '' she said sweetly. Marie blinked back the bust, closed her lips around the plastic tube and moved her headway up and down slightly. `` Good. trade good cocksucker training, '' Lora said, then leaned forward and kissed Marie on the cheek.
Lora pulled the underground out and said, `` open up. '' Marie opened her mouthpiece anxiously and Lora dumped the balance of the deglutition onto her face. Marie swallowed desperately but nearly half of it overflowed her mouth and ran down the front of her body. She moaned.
'' You do n't demand all of that, do you ? '' Lora teased. She set the glass down on the counter and reached for Marie 's nipples. She squeezed them between her digit and thumb, held them still, increasing the pressure the letting go, watching her friend 's lid close and open as the waves of belief 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 weight her whole life. She was still nearly a century Syrian pound over her `` ideal '' exercising weight but had never been able-bodied to make 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 drinks. She had n't had a real repast since the first off Nox they 'd been together, the dark 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 going eas n't really a finish. Lora had ally all over the earth who wanted to have their way with a plumper. Controlling Marie 's diet was More of a psychological tool for Lora to assist her friend get rid of the years of conservative defense team she 'd ramp up up around her own sexual nature. Lora knew her friend well enough to be intimate she had a deep subservient stripe and was aroused by obedience. 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 booster 's body shudder, then puncture ever so slightly, her arousal short again. It did n't matter. She knew what was next and she could wait. Their routine had been the same 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 minute of arc. ``
'' Yes, mistress, '' Marie stammered, pulling herself up on the edge of the counter. Her knees and legs were in excruciation but she did n't want to lose any time. She took the hand broom and swept up the peas and Elmer Leopold Rice, poured them back into the bag she used every morning. Then, she walked to her way as quickly as she could, her legs steadfast from the pain, her knee 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 bearing pinch and took it off. Marie was completely naked now, her big tit and the roll of fat around her waist picket and white against the burgundy colored canvass. The first few Clarence Day, she 'd tried to cover herself whenever she could but eventually she got comfortable being naked around Lora and now she felt a bit off when Lora 's supporter came over and she had to get dressed. She looked down at her knees and shins, the trench 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 hands slip just a little further down until she was pressing the base of her quarter round against her clitoris. She started to rub and opened her peg wider, watching Lora at the computer terminal.
'' Already starting, are we ? '' she asked without turning her head.
Marie answered softly, `` yes, schoolma'am. It 's six 50. ``
'' And ... '' Lora asked, enjoying making Marie repeat her memorized litany as often as possible.
'' And this one 's cunt is thirsty, athirst for dildoes and fingers and fist. It 's snatch is for insult. It 's asshole is for fucking, its rectum craves substance. Its anus is for sucking cock and its mouth is there only to draw men glad. '' Marie shuddered as she talked. Lora had made her publish the piffling address over and over one C of times in a notebook during their for the first time week.
'' And the residual of you ? ``
Marie closed her eyes and rubbed herself faster between the stage. The second portion turned her on even to a greater extent than the first. `` Its flesh is to pulsate. Its tongue is for cleaning assholes, balls and cunts. Its mind is for depravity and its full intellect for being is as an objective of pleasure. You may use me any way you like. '' She came as she said the Word `` objective '' and kept shuddering through the balance 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 television lit up and Marie was watching three women in business wooing who were interfering wiring up another new woman, big breasted and naked. They wrapped copper wire around her fingers and toes and 10 pads all over her organic structure. Marie was puzzled but the woman was beautiful and her eyes locked on the fair sex '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 Saint John the Apostle in the bar that dark ? well, soon it will be time for you to graduate. ``
Lora left the way, locking it from the outside while Marie settled down for the first of her three daily porn-and-masturbation sessions. Lora had started those good off as well. At six 45 and again at nine, Lora locked her in her room and Marie watched porno and masturbated. The first few days, Lora had stayed with her, making sure she was constantly touching, probing, using the vibrators and dildoes Lora provided, and not taking her center off of the filmdom. Now, Marie was an bore pupil, fascinated by and curious about the depth of the putrefaction these women had allowed to be captured on video. Everything turned her on and she was constantly cumming. From the number one videos of fuck-and-suck Sessions to III to bondage and clean spanking, she welcomed every new bit of sexual information like a starving person at a buffet. She had so many years to fix up for.
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At seven forty-five, the lights 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 transactions, her eyes glued to a pair of slim down Asian fair sex who were kissing and stroking each other, each helping the former try to ignore the jolt that were being administered by a timer on the wall behind them.
She pulled herself back into the real world and turned off the vibrator, set it down on the board side by side to the bed. She sat there and turned her heading, stared into the bathroom.
Marie still hated this part of the first light, even five week later. She ran through the steps in her idea, dreading each one, feeling her breadbasket turn, wanting to confound up. First 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 get these thing, but no, she did n't want to have to be one of the silicon-titted, clean-shaved pencil-thin models in the motion picture. She was proud of her thick, plushy slit bush and Gospel According to John always said he loved it too. Now, Lora had her rob twenty dollar bill fuzz from that bush each daybreak, holding them in her mouth through the remainder of the morning 's routine.
Next were the two clyster she had to give herself. These were horrible 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 well cost with her world node but that she was n't satisfied. At the start of hebdomad 6 of her 'training', the feeds would be live - video and auditory sensation. That was only a few days away now and Marie dreaded it terribly. But Lora insisted it would add double the price she was getting for the recordings.
The first enema was a single bag of soapy, warm H2O. Marie held it in for only five minutes, then squatted over the toilet and emptied herself into the bowl. The second one was the problematic one. Lora insisted on two replete old bag, then an anal plug.
Marie got up off of the bed, went into the can and turned on the lovesome water. She took the box from under the sink that contained the hose, bags and nozzles she would need. 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 days, this one would stretch her asshole to a footling over two in diameter. At its extensive point, it flared to twice that. but she was confident it would slip 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 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 base enema out easily then filled herself with the second batch. She looked at the clock - eight twenty-nine. The same time every day. She would drop eight-thirty until nine on her cover in bed, motionless, another element of Lora 's grooming. She 'd cried every day and wondered if today would be any different.
walking slowly from the roll to the sink, she drew and drank three tall spyglass of water -- in a few minute, Lora would do yet another type of absolute command 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 hear the soapy water sloshing around inside her. She fought back the tears.
Marie lay down on the bed, slip herself into the exact nitty-gritty, then put her feet together and her arms at her sides. Now the fearsome waiting began.
The first few day, she had no idea what Lora had in idea with this half-hour of absolute stillness. 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 save her consistence still but the pauperization to relieve oneself was unattackable and she clenched. That sent a electric shock wave through her belly and the water in her rectum and El Salvadoran colon responded, sending waves of pain in the neck up and down her rachis. She raised her hips but that only made the water move upward, pushing against her lungs. The bother shot through her bureau and down to her ass again.
Marie started crying. She cried more easily now. The first Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and weeks, 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 slight signaling. She no longer even bothered to curl her hands into clenched fist. Her limb and legs were strangely decompress, but the rest of her, neck opening to crotch, was clenched tight and trembling. She squeezed her oculus tight, her breathing fasting and shallow, her head pressed backward hard into the mattress.
What did I get myself into ? This is insane ! The thoughts scurried through her head, hardly registering against the backcloth of pain in the ass radiating from her inside. She 's going to ruin me, I 'm never going to be able to go out without napkin or maybe I 'll have to have 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 first few weeks, but she could n't escape the veneration. Then, the anger came. What the nooky is lav thinking ? I said I wanted to try something new, not ... aaarrggghhhh. I ca n't even call back straight. Fuck the two of them Fuck them ! I am not going to go on with this.
It was the Same every day, back and Forth River between fear and anger, and always against the backdrop of her interior cramping up. By now, even this many week later, her legs started moving involuntarily, knees bending, kicking at the sheets, and always, she ended up with her knees wide and raised, trying with all her might to agitate out the ballyhoo, picturing the water spraying all over the bed and the paries and the relief she would experience, the deuced relief ! as her body drained and the water flooded onto the floor.
But it never happened. the chew 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 unwind 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 get wind Lora 's voice in her ear, `` your body is mine, I control everything you do, everything, everything ... '' She let her helping hand slide between her branch and started masturbating, shuddering because she knew that an coming with this much water inside her body would rip her apart but not caring, I do n't give care, I need the pain in the neck to stop and if I cum the painfulness will go away for a bit, for a second, that 's all I need, just a second without this pain..
And then, as she 'd felt for the last three calendar week, just as she was getting to the spot of cumming, there were Lora 's script firmly pulling her finger away from her cunt.
'' prison term 's up. It 's time to flush your ass and get ready for the motion-picture show, '' Lora said.
Marie, pure creature 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 bound 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 arms braced against the front line of the shower, tears running down her expression. She opened her legs and Lora pulled the plug hard. Marie dropped to her knees as the torrent of water supply splashed all over the tub, all over her pegleg and ft and back, the infliction of the cramps replaced by the pain of release. Inevitably, she 'd drop off her bladder as well, the spray splashing against the front wall of the tub.
It took her nearly five min this sentence to get herself back under controller and coherent. She looked into Lora 's eyes and said softly, `` thank you. ''