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Sarah couldn't
believe that she was actually doing this. She'd always been the quiet
conservative
type, and here
she was, with no bra on, her short black dress, obscene insults written on her
chest,
and her lower
half wrapped in quik-wrap, waiting to meet him.
Thinking back on
how she got into this mess, she'd been a typical bored soccer mom of 2, content
to keep the house
as her husband wished, and ferry the kids to & fro. 38, still with a decent
figure
some nice C cups
from breastfeeding, they sagged some, but that's what the wonder bra was for.
Light
reddish brown
hair to her shoulder, and a mild complexion, she'd never considered herself a
knock-out
but she would
still turn a head or two. Except Al's. To Al, pretty much all they were was
room-mates.
10 hour days and
business trips left her a single mom a great deal of the time. And their sex
life
was non-existent.
She'd worried he might be having an affair, and tried to spice things up, but
he didn't seem to
notice. Day to day boredom led to web surfing, including some adult sites,
which
gradually led to
bondage sites. Sarah had never really tried anything like this before, but
after
reading some
bondage fiction, found herself soaked. Soon, she was reading bdsm fiction
daily, with
numerous intense
maturbation sessions aftewards. Some of these stories referenced online chats
with
others with
similar bdsm interests. Sarah gave these a try, and found some of these authors
online,
and willing to
discuss her fantasies with her. One particularly imaginative author frequently
chatted
with her, with it
eventually becoming a daily thing. His words never failed to make her wet,
though
embarassing her
at the same time. It started normally enough, with this conversation
Dom-line: Sarah, would you like a story
about what I'd like to do to you, with you as the
star character?
SubSarah: Very much sir. You know what I
like.
Dom-line: What are you willing to do to
earn it?
SubSarah: Earn it? I don't understand sir.
Dom-line: You interest me Sarah, but I
want to see if you're serious. If you are, and
you want me to continue chatting with you, I want a picture of you. A
nude picture.
Now, in the interests of your modesty, it can be from the lips down, so
it's not
obvious who the photo is of.
SubSarah: I don't know if I can do this.
It's a turn on, but I don't know if I can make
myself do it.
Dom-line: Yes or no, I want an answer now.
SubSarah: .................yes.
Dom-line: Excellent. Here's what I want.
Use your digital camera to take this picture. You,
completely nude, except for a pair of black high heels, lying on your
back, legs spread
with the word "whore" written on your stomach in red lipstick.
You may cover your
face above your mouth. I also want you
spreading your cunt lips for the camera.
SubSarah: .....yes...sir, I'll try my
best.
Dom-line: Don't try you useless cow, do
it.
Sarah had sent
the picture, just like he had asked. Spread and naked like that, she hadn't
been able to
help herself,
coming sloppily several times. The chatting continued for months, with more
requests
for pictures, and
more verbal humiliation and fantasy play. One day, he put in another, more
in-depth
request.
Dom-line: Sarah, it's time we meet. The
things you fantasize about would be much more intense
for you in reality. I won't make you do anything you don't want to do,
and if
you don't enjoy it, then you never have to hear from me again.
SubSarah: I'm scared to sir. I'm scared I
might like it. And how do I know you won't hurt
me?
Dom-line: If you want to keep up our daily
chats, I'm not giving you a choice.
Dom-line: Here are your instructions. If
you haven't already showered today, don't. You
might want to eat and drink lightly today as well. Tonight when your
limp-dick
husband gets home, I don't care what it takes, I want you to fuck him.
Beg if
necessary. Just make sure he cums inside you. Once he's finished with
your cunt
wait until he's asleep, then go to your kitchen, and get some quik-wrap
(Saran-style).
I want you to wrap your pussy in it. Start at your belly button,
wrapping around,
around your thighs, and make yourself a diaper out of it. I want at
least 5 layers
around that greasy cunt, and don't you spill a drop of cum doing it.
Once your
diaper is finished, put on normal sleep clothes and go to bed. I'll
contact you
tomorrow to finish your directions. Do NOT unwrap yourself, or I'm
finished with
you. You may not go to the bathroom once you're wrapped. Hold it.
With that, he
signed off.
"This is
weird, but a turnon to have someone control me" Sarah thought. The thought
of binding
herself like this
made her fantasize about Dom-line binding her tightly himself, and then using
her. She was
scared, but she was going to do it, and follow her master's orders.
And she did. Al
didn't want her, but she kept on, begging like ordered, until he finally gave
in.
She was turned on
more by the fact that she begged like a sex-hungry slut than the actual sex,
but
she followed her
instructions to the letter. The diaper was tight and uncomfortable, and as she
soon
discovered, very
hot. The heat and discomfort made it a long sleepless night, but as soon as Al
and the kids were
gone the next day, she ran to the computer.
Dom-line: Did you follow your orders
whore?
SubSarah: Yessir, exactly as you asked.
Dom-line: How does it feel whore?
SubSarah: Tight, and very very hot. I hope
you'll let me shower before you take me sir,
I'm afraid I'll smell...down there.
Dom-line: We'll see what you privileges
you earn. Here's the rest of your instructions. I
want you to wear a short black evening dress, and the your tallest pair
of black
high heels. You wear your diaper for panties, and no bra. Let those big
tits
bounce for me. I want you to apply heavy makeup, I want you made up like
the
cheap whore you are. Go especially heavy on the eye makeup, and lip
stick. Also,
I want you to use lipstick on your nipples, coat them throughly, and I
want you
to use a fine tub (red) to write S L U T on the inside of your right tit
(vertically)
and
S L A V E on the inside of your left. With your dress on, the writing shouldn't
show unless the top 3 buttons are all undone. Do you understand?
SubSarah: yessir. I'm very nervous about
being recognized. Do I have to do this? In public?
Dom-line: Stupid cow, you don't have a
choice. Meet me at noon at WC Gambill, the restaurant
in the Simon hotel. Stand and wait, I'll meet or send for you when I
want you.
Sarah got ready
as instructed, and though she was soaked, and needed to pee badly, didn't
unwrap herself.
Her hands were
shaking as she went to the WC Gambill, and now she waited for him to meet her.
Her dress,
coupled with the heels and makeup had already led to numerous stares, and each
one embarassed
her, but also
turned her on a little more. Her lip-coated nippled pressed against her dress,
making
her look even
more like a cheap whore.
"Ms.
Whore??" queried a waiter.
"What!!!!"
Sarah yelped.
"I'm sorry,
a gentleman paid me to approach you, and ask Ms. Whore to join him at table 12.
I didn't mean
any insult, I was
just doing as he instructed. My apologies for calling you a Whore, he said it
was your
name" the waiter stammered.
Now really
blushing, Sarah mumbled it was ok, and joined her master at table 12. He was a
normal
looking man, not
especially handsome, but attractive nonetheless. Sarah was a little
disappointed
he didn't look
like a movie star, like he did in her fantasies.
"That blush
matches your hair lovely, my slut" said Dom-line.
"thank you
sir. May I sit down?" whispered Sarah.
"Yes you
may. We won't be here long though. I've got big plans for you" replied
Dom-line.
Sarah eased down
into the chair, the diaper wrap making movement slow, and keeping pressure on
her
bladder.
"I'm going
to test you today Sarah, and see if you're worth using. Put this on" He
slid a simple
dog collar across
the table to her.
She was
horrified, but after a brief hesitation, did as he instructed.
"Now, undo
your top 3 buttons, I want to see if you followed orders".
What am I doing
she was thinking as she unfastened them. I'm like his robot. Nonetheless, she
undid the
buttons, showing off his insults (and most of her breasts).
"Excellent,
now, follow me". He got up from the table, and walked out from the
restaurant,
through the
front, giving most of the crowd a view of poor Sarah, collared, with tits
spilling out
trying to keep
up. She followed him into the elevator, and as soon as she stepped inside, he
spun her around,
and shoved her against the wall. He pinned her wrists, and cuffed them tightly,
and
bit lightly on
her neck. He then gave her a sharp swat to her padded ass, and stepped away. He
unlocked the
room, and led her inside. He sat her down in a chair, and presented a bottle of
water.
"Drink this,
now". He put it to her lip, and made her drink.
"I can't
drink it all, I already have to pee!!!" He was unrelenting, and eventually
got her to down
the whole bottle.
The urge to pee was becoming overwhelming at this point. With her still seated,
he slid the
straps of her dress off her shoulders. He then produced a belt, which he slid
under
her tits, and
bound her tightly to the chair. Next came a ball gag, she didn't even get to
say anything
before he shoved
it into her mouth. Only a few garbled compliants could be heard.
"Now, I have
a very simple task for you Sarah. I want you to piss yourself. I know it'll be
hard, but
I'm going to whip
your tits with this riding crop until you do."
With that, he
sharply slapped her right tit. The pain was terrible, and Sarah was shaking her
head no when he
hit the left tit. She screamed into the gag as the torture continued, until at
last (after the
4th lash of each), she loosened her bladder and pissed herself for him.
"Excellent
my dear, I see you're starting to understand. Things are about to get a lot
more enjoyable
for you". He
relased the belt, and stood her up. He removed the ball gag, and began to kiss
her passinately.
He kneaded, and
rubbed her sore tits, making her forget the pain. Leaving her cuffed and
standing,
he stripped down
naked, and sat down in the chair, and slid her dress the rest of the way off
her body. She stood before him in
only her collar,
heels, and diaper. He took the scissors, and began to cut away the quik-wrap.
Sarah was
humiliated by the smell of the sweat, cum, and piss which sprang forth, but
before she
could apologize,
he touched her lips, and said.
"It's ok, I
don't mind your stench. Now, before you earn my dick, you have to work for it.
I want you
to hump my leg
like the little horn-dog you are. You'll hump it, until you cum. Straddle my
leg, and
get to work
whore".
Numb, and in a
fog of lust, Sarah lowered her crotch to his leg, and began to slide back and
forth
on it. The smell
of her pussy was terrible, but a slap to her tits got her moving faster. Soon,
Sarah's natural
lubrication joined the smells, as she humped like the fucktoy he knew she was.
Sarah
rode his leg for
what seemed like forever, but was only about 30 minutes. Finally, with a gush,
and
some low moans,
she came for him. Without a word, he eased her off his leg, onto her knees.
"Now, lick
up the mess you left on my leg, you filthy slut".
"WHAT!!! No,
I can't, I can't lick that, it's disgusting!!!". The crop caught her right
nipple,
pulling forth
another scream. A 2nd shot to the left nipple brought her tongue to his leg.
She
wasn't sure what
tasted worse, and retched a dozen times, but finally, Sarah licked up the last
of
the cum, piss,
sweat, and her husband's thickly clotted wad, which coated her master's leg.
The taste
was terrible, and
the thought of what she was eating sickened her. She couldn't believe that
for this man
she'd known for an hour, she was eating a mix of piss, sweat, and cum. What
would she
do for him
next???
(I'm a first time
author, looking for any feedback that's out there. I have several more ideas
for
Sarah's torment,
if anyone is interested. Any feedback would be appreciated).
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