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).