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Prologue–Natalie’s Fantasy
To fantasize is human. And sexual fantasies are called to mind when humans want to be sexually aroused. They are the interior movies we summon when we want to turn ourselves on. As far as we know, everyone fantasizes. And, for some people what they imagine can be very extreme indeed.
I began to write erotica in 2002 mostly for my own amusement. My writing must have struck a nerve because I began to receive emails from men, women and couples from all over the world.
Perhaps feeling I was in some way a kindred spirit, they would tell me their fantasies. I had tapped into a wellspring of unbelievably strange, erotic material. It seems like many of them were waiting for someone to ask them about themselves and they just poured out their deepest, darkest dreams to me.
My correspondents were from all lifestyles and varied circumstances. They were young and old, female and male. In some cases, these individuals had never shared their fantasies. I believe they found some sense of relief when they could share them with me.
Many of their fantasies might be described as “extreme.” They revealed a depth of sexuality that is largely unknown to the public and perhaps only studied and understood by a small cadre of sex researchers. One day, I decided to publish these fantasies in eBook form: Private BDSM Fantasies.
Each book in this series is a real person’s sexual fantasy. Each correspondent provided a different basis on which we “collaborated.” Some just wrote down bullet point scenarios and scenes that excited them. Others sketched out adversaries and locales; and most had very specific sex acts in mind. Most of them shared details about their needs and desires.
In my opinion, most of my correspondents have no wish to live out these fantasies. I think that sex fantasies allow people to deal with the “things that go bump in the night.” They may be as a release mechanism similar to dreams and sleep in maintaining mental health. But please be clear that my stories are not clinical studies. I have no credentials, nor intent, to present a scientific study of this aspect of human sexuality. I am just a writer. Nevertheless, I think there is value in discovering how others deal with their sexuality.
I have selected elements from this correspondent’s fantasies to create a very dirty story. You may be shocked and even disgusted, but I think you will be fascinated.
She says her name is Natalie and I met her online. She is a college graduate, in her mid-twenties, Asian, pretty and sexy. She lives in New Zealand, and had posted photos of herself and her favorite fantasies on a “fapping” site. I was intrigued by her intense BDSM daydreams and contacted her; and so we began corresponding. Natalie daydreams about being drawn into a relationship with a dominant male who blackmails her; and takes control to force her to live an increasingly degraded life. To give you some idea of her fantasies, the following is excerpted from her various emails to me:
“Here are some details about me: I’m ¾ Chinese ¼ Malay. I’m the eldest of two c***dren; my parents are from rural, southern China and wanted a boy. After I was born, they were disappointed but the law prohibited two c***dren so they relocated to New Zealand. I don’t speak Chinese, only English, so I sometimes struggle to communicate with my parents whose English remains poor. We go back to China every four or five years and I hate it because I can’t speak to my relatives. They all call me pang, which in Chinese means large, fat or ungainly and are generally (but not always) intended as an insult. Of course, they say it’s a reference to my height and weight. My measurements are 36D-32-35. I’m165 cm tall (5’5”) and I weigh 70kilos (154lbs.). I’ve got a good education since I completed four years of college and earned a degree.
My fantasy involves giving up control and exploring my feelings about experiencing sex in the context of being dominated and humiliated. I’ve never really met anyone like this in real life, but I do meet guys online. But they all seem like “wankers.” Mostly talk and fantasy. What I want is to meet a real dominant who lives in my city. I imagine that he blackmails me. Then my fantasies really begin to take off at high speed. He takes lewd pix of me and finds my parents address. He threatens to send the pix to them, unless I submit even more.
Soon, I lose control over my wardrobe. I have to wear stockings and garters; not pantyhose and no pants whatsoever. Then my panties are gone; then shorter skirts and dresses, higher heels, more makeup. He enjoys insulting and verbally abusing me. When I’m with him, I have to ask for permission to use the toilet. On a date one night, he makes me wait until I ‘wet’ myself. Very shaming! When he tells me to do something, I have to repeat back his command.
He soon forces me into more submissive, degrading situations; and makes me say ‘thank you’ each time. During sex, he yanks or pulls my hair. If I’m disobedient, he punishes me. I have to perform sex acts on demand and show him my subservience by kneeling, speaking when spoken to, kissing and licking his feet, his butt, his asshole or his cock.
He disciplines me for misbehavior by having me assume degrading punishment positions. He makes me suck off his friends. Then, one night I have to let a stranger pick me up and I have to suck his cock in his car. It’s a gradual descent into more degradation.
The skirts get shorter and shorter ending up insane like those ones that don’t really cover anything. The tasks he imposes on me get harder. Now it’s sucking off guys in public toilets and begging them to urinate on me. Two, three and four men in the men’s toilet. Then a skate park with teenagers, stripping naked and letting them explore my tits, ass and cunt. My primary drive isn’t a need for orgasms. I feel ecstasy being treated like dirt. Used simply for pleasure. Laughed at–just a cock sleeve. That’s it for me!
When it comes to him, I should always obey. Never resist his approach. He moves to kiss—I open my mouth. He touches my thigh—I open my legs. And for me, white men are the bomb. Sheer power and sex! Of course, he’s white and older.
What I really come to enjoy is anal sex. Being penetrated anally is preferable than vaginal sex. It feels, oh... so much tighter... and the whole preparation thing takes time. I imagine a man forcing a laxative up my rectum, then giving me an enema to get me ready to be ass fucked. It makes me feel dirty and cheap in a way that just putting makeup on can’t.
For me now my sex life is not what I’d like. I masturbate a few times a week. Generally, I just rub myself, but I do own a big pink rabbit vibrator that I ram inside me when I get the chance or when I feel especially horny. I also have a small lipstick vibe that I use more frequently on my clit.
My pussy is insanely sensitive and I get wet at the slightest touch. Sometimes this is awkward, as I can get wet when the car goes over a speed bump in the road. (Not always but it does happen.) My ex-BF was white and had a huge cock—at first I couldn’t take it but after time and a few very painful mornings, it got easier. He was 21 cm long and thick too, so I guess I must be pretty deep and wide now.
I love to suck cock. This is my absolute favorite thing. Love it—and when a guy gets into it and starts face-fucking me, trying to get his cock down my throat—that makes me feel so submissive. And yes, I swallow. I like the taste. And, it seems disrespectful to do anything else. Also, there is a belief in Chinese medicine that swallowing semen helps when you want to conceive as your body is used to cum and doesn’t try to reject it—making it easier to get pregnant when you choose to.
I dream of all these things. I want it, but I’m afraid of it. I imagine that I eventually find the right man. I surf and dream until I find “him” who lives in my city and really means it. Lots of guys online claim to love degrading a woman—treating them like pets or dirt. I don’t believe them—it’s all wank talk. But I eventually find someone who really means it. After dreaming of this man, I find the right one to really do it to me. He treats me to constant, heavy humiliation. This is my dream. It’s not for everybody, but it’s what I want.”
Well, Natalie as you can see, is a very different sort of girl. She says she is looking for “Mr. Right” or in this case, “Mr. Wrong.” In a way, what I have written and inspired by her, is really a love story. However, to be fair, I suspect she is somewhat naïve and I wonder if the reality of such a relationship would be a surprise (or a turn-off) for her. However, who knows? Many people believe that the best description of the human psyche is a beehive of conflicting thoughts and emotions. My thought on the subject: people should be careful what they ask for, because they might get it.


Chapter 1–the Road to Hell


‘This cage is smaller... smaller than the last one.’
Natalie shifted her weight, but there was not much room for her to maneuver in the tight confines of the metal cage.
He came over and put his fingers thru the bars to stroke her hair.
“How’s my nasty little fuck pig doin’?”
Natalie moaned and the old man thrust two fingers into her mouth for her to suck.
In the distance, she could hear the dog barking. She wondered when his guests would arrive. She was ready and pushed back against the dildo mounted to the back of the cage. Her slimy pussy, as she was already very wet, made it easy for her to get the tip into her sex-hole. She wriggled her ass and, with him encouraging her, the big dildo entered her hole easily...

After graduation, her degree in pharmacy had not delivered the job she wanted. She ended up underemployed as an intern in an Auckland d**g store. She had to wear a lab coat and be nice to customers and her boring boss. Her life had become a big disappointment.
She was hoping for a breakthrough both career wise and personally. Several times a week she spent wondering what was going to happen to change her life and luck. All she could do what get on with the daily grind and hope. One Tuesday, she took off work for an appointment with a new gynecologist. The waiting room was crowded. Natalie made brief eye contact with two of the women and could sense their nervousness. A doctor’s office waiting room had a natural tendency to make women feel a little anxious.
Natalie could not help feeling a little apprehensive and quickly selected a magazine from the rack before finding a seat. She always felt strangely aroused thinking about being spread open like a gutted fish on a gynecological table in front of a doctor. Excited that morning and sitting on the toilet, she rubbed her pussy to make herself cum. Her nerves and the anticipatory arousal that always accompanied a pelvic exam propelled her. Her pussy got wet so easily and that morning, she got herself all messy with her finger exploration.
‘Oh yeah, that feels soo good!’ she said to herself as she went from pulling her slim labia to diddling her clitoris just peeking out its hood, to working her fingers into her slippery hole.
On one level, like most women she found the experience of having her feet in the stirrups during a pelvic exam hideously humiliating. In Natalie’s case, it also fed her strong fantasies where sex was heavily laced with shame and the loss of control. Her last doctor was a woman. Having a woman examine her girl parts was not as exciting as if the person doing the exam were a man.
She waited, read and occasionally squeezed her thighs together to put pressure on her clitoris. She half wanted her pussy to be “wet” when the doctor examined her. She also felt that seemed unseemly and a bit silly. This was always her dilemma. Wanting to jump into an experience and fearing that it was foolish.
She could always hear her mother’s voice in her head. Nice Chinese girls do not act “that way.” Nevertheless, her fantasies... well, they had a life of their own. Lately she had outdone herself by posting naked pictures of herself on an international website devoted to “fappers.” The thought that dozens of men might be jerking off looking at her pictures was a delicious mental indulgence for the 24 year old. She was hoping, always hoping that she would find the “one” by advertising herself as a potential slut or whore.
Just then, the receptionist asked her to come to the counter to fill out two forms. When she was done, five minutes later, a nurse opened the door and called her name. It was time to meet her new doctor. The nurse, an older white woman with graying hair, escorted her to a small office. Seated at the desk was the doctor. Natalie sat when, after greeting her, he pointed to the chair in front of his desk. The nameplate on the desk said, “Dr. Roy Harwood.”
He was stocky and balding with a big, dark moustache. He stood up and went to the metal cabinet to fetch a file. She could see he was medium-tall with broad shoulders. He seemed old enough to be her father. However, he was white and presented an image of authority.
“Natalie?”
“Yes.”
“I see you were Dr. Curry’s patient,” he said as he thumbed through her file.
“Yes.”
“No major problems from what I can tell. Well, I’ll be your gynecologist now. To get us started off on the right foot, I want to ask you a few questions.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I see Dr. Curry treated you for a yeast infection. Any problem with that now?”
“No, sir.”
“Any other problems?”
“Hmmm... No.”
“Good. Good. Are you sexually active?”
Natalie gulped and rubbed her hands together. She was sucking quite a few cocks these days, but no one had fucked her in months.
“Well...”
“Well, what... sort... of ... sex... have you been having?” he asked drawing out the words for effect.
As if she was a little girl suspected of sneaking sweets and feeling guilty, Natalie began saying very little, but then as if a dam broke, she began confessing her sins. All of her sins over the past six months.
“So, you’ve been having oral sex, but you haven’t had intercourse in five months. Is that correct?” he finally said when she was done.
“Yes, Sir,” Natalie said sounding contrite.
She now felt guilty and foolish for telling the doctor how many cocks she had sucked during the last month. ‘Slutty and silly,’ she thought as she sat there.
“Do you masturbate?”
Natalie confessed, “Yes.”
“How often?”
“Oh... um... I guess almost every day.”
“How do you masturbate? Do you rub your genitals or do you use anything to penetrate your vagina?”
Natalie had to tell him everything, including her use of “personal toys.” She wondered if these questions were normal. They seemed very personal.
“I have to make sure that you’re not doing anything that could harm your reproductive organs,” he said addressing her unspoken concerns.
“Birth control... what are you using?”
“Um... Condoms.”
“I see. Would you like me to prescribe birth control pills?”
“Hmmm... Uh... Um... I don’t think so.”
“OK. Well, go into the next room and the nurse will get you ready for your exam. It’s been nine months.”
Natalie got up, nodded to him and went into the exam room. The nurse motioned to her where to go and then told her to strip and put on a gown.
“Do I have to take off everything?”
“Well, the Doctor will want to examine your breasts. Then he does have you scheduled for a pelvic. So... Yes.”
The nurse left and Natalie got undressed. She felt a bit tingly and when she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, she could see that she had creamed them. She was more excited than she thought.
When she put on the gown, the nurse returned in a moment and led her over to the table.
“Sit there. The Doctor will be here in a moment.”
Natalie sat there nervously. And waited–and waited. While she waited, she did not feel excited anymore. Just bored and getting a bit angry at being made to wait. The way most people feel in that situation.
Soon, Dr. Harwood appeared and so did the grey-haired nurse. While she hovered at the periphery, the good doctor examined Natalie’s big tits. As he palpated them thoroughly from top to bottom, Natalie began to breathe a little more heavily. When he began examining her nipples, they began to swell just a little bit. When the nurse helped her lie down and got her feet in the stirrups with her cunt exposed, Natalie began to feel a mite lightheaded.
As the Doctor came over to sit on a stool in front of her exposed crotch, Natalie noticed that he was not wearing a wedding ring on his left hand. She did notice an expensive gold watch, but no ring. Distracted, she wondered why she had even made that observation. Perhaps, as a force of habit, as it is for so many women. Natalie noticed that both the doctor and the nurse were wearing latex gloves now. This thought was also exciting.
He noticed that she shaved her pudendum and it was a smooth as a baby’s butt between her legs.
‘Shaves it,’ he thought to himself as she studied her genitalia.
He began his exam by palpating her ovaries and then examining her external genitalia. As the personal exam continued, Natalie’s cunt began to “weep.” The gray-haired nurse gave no indication, and neither did the Doctor, but Natalie could feel that her pussy was now very wet as it was making squishy sounds when the Doctor worked his gloved finger into her depths. As he did that, she held her breath. It was like a slave examination. This added to the physical sensations she felt. When he wormed his finger around her vaginal vault, Natalie felt a real stirring in her loins. However, he soon stopped.
He turned to the nurse and requested a speculum.
“Number 4, please,” he said.
She returned with a nice, big metal duckbilled device to open Natalie’s vagina to the maximum. First, she soaked it in a basin of hot water and when it had heated up a bit, she lubricated it with a gel and handed it to the Doctor.
Dr. Roy then worked it into Natalie’s waiting slut hole.
When he had it fully seated inside her, Natalie groaned.
“You OK?” he asked her.
“Yes, sir,” she answered, still fully into the daydream of being his slave.
When he began turning the wheel to expand the speculum, Natalie felt the pressure that was both painful and stimulating at the same time. It was as if some ancient torture device was dilating her. Most women felt this way about this experience, but Natalie had well-embroidered BDSM fantasies floating through her brainpan. She moaned softly as he expanded the device fully. Then he peered inside to look at her cervix.
Not seeing anything irregular, the Doctor said, “Everything’s fine, Natalie.”
All during the exam, Natalie’s sex hole stayed wet and warm. When it was over, Natalie felt deprived when he removed the speculum from her cunt; and the nurse told her to get dressed.
“There are some wipes over there, if you need them,” the older woman said with no emotion in her voice.
In truth, this nurse, her name was Margaret, thought that Natalie was a little tart by showing signs of arousal. Not that Natalie was obvious, but her little wriggles and moans as well as her wet pussy condemned her, as far as Nurse Margaret was concerned.
“The Doctor will want to see you again, when you’re ready,” the nurse said.
Natalie was ushered back into the Doctor’s office when she was dressed.
“I’ll see you again in three months,” he said.
“And if you want birth control, I’ll write a prescription.”
“OK.”
That night, Natalie lay in her bed, masturbating furiously imagining herself on the table, and fingered to orgasm by the broad-shouldered, hairy, older Doctor. Moreover, she imagined Nurse Margaret watching the whole thing. This seemed to add to the experience.


Chapter 2–Caught


Natalie intrigued Roy Harwood; he found her “interesting.” He noted how she nervously fiddled with her hands when he questioned her and could not help but notice how wet her pussy was during his exam. Moreover, her account of how much oral sex she had been having titillated him.
‘A real slut,’ he thought to himself. ‘A real Asian slut.’
After her appointment and her masturbation that night, Natalie promptly forgot about Dr. Harwood. Her six-month job evaluation was coming up; and she did not get along all that well with her boss. She was eager to make the transition to pharmacist. And lately she was getting a bit frantic sexually. She had been masturbating more and posting to the “fapping” site. Then there was the alumni party she attended at the University a week before.
A college senior, two or three years her junior, noticed her.
She had flashed him accidentally. ‘As it happens,’ she said to herself, but still it was a flirty gesture.
She was going up the stairs to the loo and he was at the bottom. Anyway, about 5 minutes later, when she came back down, they started talking. Natalie’s idea was never refuse a man’s advances. And feeling very horny, she let this boy cop a feel as they talked. Well, it was all very normal at first. So when he worked his hand up her thigh she did not stop him or in any way look annoyed. She just shot him a small smile and let him carry on. They chatted some more and he suggested that Natalie should take more care going up stairs if she was going to wear such a short skirt.
She replied, “That’s the whole point of this skirt. To be seen.”
Then she smiled at him.
He grinned and said, “But you’re advertising you’re a tart. Are you that sort of girl?”
“I guess I can be.”
The boy grinned and then asked for a blowjob.
Natalie said, “Um... OK...Where?”
He took her by the arm and escorted her upstairs again to the loo.
On her knees in the bathroom, pulling his trousers and shorts down to see his cock spring up, Natalie moaned submissively. She began by licking his nut sack until it was shiny with her saliva, before kissing and licking the shaft of his cock until she reached the mushroom head. He was uncircumcised and she took her slow, sweet, time, pushing back his foreskin before she kissed and licked him passionately on the tender patch of skin on the underside (the frenulum) making him groan.
Only then did she use the pink tip of her tongue to lick up the clear pearl of pre-cum at his piss-slit before sucking on the head of his cock. After a moment, when he grabbed her by the hair, she let him know how much she enjoyed being controlled. She groaned in a very slutty way. He took the hint and began pulling her face back and forth on his cock, using her hair to control her and getting rough with her. As he got more excited, he finally spurted a hot load into her waiting mouth.
When his spasms subsided, and he slowly pulled his precious organ from her mouth, she smiled at him and opened her mouth to show him the load. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed his ejaculate. She swallowed his whole load; and he had cum a lot.
“Shit, you’re a real slut,” he grimaced, as he stuffed his cock back in his pants.
When they went back to the party, he ignored her. He did tell his mates about her, but by then Natalie, feeling uneasy and embarrassed, had left. The brief, dirty hook-up excited her tremendously. One part of her was hoping that his mates would use her too, but another part of her was ashamed at how she behaved.
She did not find him very attractive and was glad it ended the way it did. When she got home to her tiny apartment on Sierra Street, she was still excited. She stripped down to her bra and panties and lay face down on the bed. She began to play with her pussy, rubbing the wet crotch of her panties in jerky circles. Then she turned over to strip off her panties so she could finish herself, while sucking on her finger. It had been a delicious and degrading encounter. She felt like such a “sleeve”’ This was her term for a girl used by men as a “cum dump.”
‘I’m a dirty cock sleeve. I’m a dirty cock sleeve,’ she said out loud to excite herself.
She imagined the boy’s mates crowded around her, laughing and making nasty comments. This intensified her orgasm. She pictured them taunting and mocking her as they watched her slutty performance. This added nitro to the fire raging in her mind.
Then a week after her appointment with Dr. Harwood, she got a call from him after she got home from work.
“Natalie?”
“Yes?”
“This is Dr. Harwood.”
“Yes?”
“Natalie, I have something I want to talk to you about. Can you meet me for coffee on Sunday?”
Before she knew what was happening, Natalie had made a rendezvous to meet with Dr. Roy Harwood. She had no idea why.
‘Did he discover something during my exam? Why is he asking to meet me outside his office?’
Nevertheless, she went. It was a coffee shop near the hospital and only a half-mile from where she worked. Dr. Harwood was charming and when they were drinking their coffee, Natalie realized this was a “personal” visit.
“I looked at your email address. I did a little surfing and discovered an online slut named Lan Bi. Is that you, Natalie? Aren’t you Lan Bi?”
Natalie kept quiet. She was shocked that he had discovered her alter ego.
“I found these online,” he said as he pulled out his phone and began showing her photos.
“These are pretty nasty. You didn’t even cover your face.”
Natalie blushed. She brought her hands up to cover her face. She shook her head as if to say, ‘Oh, shit!’
“I realized something about you. I think you’re a slut.”
Natalie did not say anything. She could only blush.
“I did some checking. Is this your father?” he said showing her a name and address on his phone.
“Is this your father?”
“Oh, my God! Y... Y... yes. How... How did you find this?”
Natalie was horrified. Somehow, this man had located her family.
‘What does he want from me?’ she wondered frantically.
“It’s clear to me that you’re secret is that you’re a slut. When you told me how many cocks you’d sucked, I knew. And then I found your alter ego online. It’s really disgusting, isn’t it? You are crying out to be discovered, aren’t you?”
Natalie sat there shocked and speechless.
“You’re not what they call a nice girl. So, here’s the deal. From now on, you’re gonna be my slut. You do what I say. When I say it. You understand?”
Natalie just sat there stunned.
“I... I don’t want...” she began.
“Listen to me. If you don’t do what I want, I’m gonna see to it that these pictures are sent to your father. You don’t want that, do you?”
“Oh, God... No.”
“Then, you’re gonna obey me.”
Natalie was struck dumb. What she had often fantasized about was becoming true. If her father saw the pix she had posted online, it would cause a huge scandal. It would be a blow-up of cosmic proportions. She had to do what she needed to do to prevent it.
Roy just took charge of the conversation, at that point and steered it into intimate areas. He quickly and smoothly questioned her. In a way, it was as much as an interrogation as anything. He made her talk about herself. Soon, she was telling him stuff about herself that was very private. Information that was way beyond what she had disclosed to him in his office. The good Doctor kept asking her questions.
“So, how many lovers have you had?”
“Do you cum from being fucked?”
Not only was it his questions, but the way he asked them as well.
She felt herself carried down a swift river on a flimsy raft. He seemed to know just what he wanted. She realized she could not resist him. She was very worried about what would happen if her father discovered her dark side. As she looked at him, she realized that while he was not handsome, he was very masculine.
“Natalie. Come with me.”
“OK.”
He walked her out to his auto and made her sit next to him in the back seat. He had parked his sedan at the far end of the parking lot. It was somewhat secluded there. She watched fascinated like a baby bird at the approach of a snake as he unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped his fly. He pulled out his hairy cock and balls. He was already half-hard. He reached over and took hold of her hair, yanked it and pulled her closer and then down to his crotch.
“Get your dirty mouth on my cock,” he commanded her.
Natalie bent to the task. His cock quickly grew with her hot wet mouth licking, kissing and sucking. When he was fully erect, he again grabbed her long, shiny black tresses and used it as a handhold to push her head down fully on his cock.
“That’s it. Suck it deep, slut,” he crooned at her as he closed his eyes.
“Oh, yeah, suck my cock. I wanna hear you gag!”
Natalie got into the moment. She felt herself becoming more submissive as the older man took control of her. His cock had erected fully. He was as big as her ex-boyfriend the one who left her for a blonde. She felt her lips stretched wide by his thickness. Moreover, she could not take all of him into her mouth. He was too long. As she went up and down on his pole, she was salivating like mad.
“That’s it. Drool. Let your slutty mouth wet my cock,” he murmured.
Strings of saliva connected his organ to her lips when he pulled her head back. There was thick ring of frothy cream growing around the base of his dick. His pre-cum had flowed and combined with her saliva, her mouth and chin were soon messy.
“Oh, yeah, you little yellow bitch, suck my cock. Oh suck it, suck it, SUCK IT.”
Natalie was mildly shocked at his using a racist term, but in the moment, she just let herself float along on the river of feelings and emotions she felt. This was no date, with dinner and a quick, sweet kiss at the door. This was a quick, nasty face-fuck in a man’s car—on a Sunday, in the parking lot of a coffee shop.
She soon felt his thighs tremble and his breathing quicken as he approached his precious moment. Natalie had been concentrating on keeping her tongue, like a little pink paintbrush, on the underside of his penis. Now, she felt the tremors that let her know his cock was about to erupt. Excited, she tried mightily to increase the suction on his cock with her mouth in anticipation.
Then, with an oath, he grunted and his big white dick began throbbing and jetting. His orgasm was intense. He shook as his penis strained and she felt the shudders and quivers as his organ discharged in six or seven flooding spurts. She gulped as it filled her mouth and her throat convulsively swallowed to allow her to breathe.
She heard herself whimpering as he moaned–feeling the ecstatic sensations of his cock emptying itself into her mouth. She pulled back a little to work her lips and tongue on his cock, draining him of the last of his ejaculation. When she swallowed, he had already slumped against the seat savoring the last thrilling sensations. Natalie swallowed again. Then she licked her lips. Following this, she respectfully licked him clean of the sloppy, gooey combination of his pre-cum, her saliva and his semen coating his penis.
As she kissed and licked all around the bunched foreskin and the corona to end up at his pisshole, Roy opened his eyes and looked down at his Asian princess.
“You’re not a bad cocksucker. You like cocks, don’t you?”
Natalie did not say anything but licked her lips again.
“I can’t help myself,” she finally said as she gave the head of his penis one final kiss.
“You’re gonna be my slut, from now on,” Roy said to her.
He then grabbed her by her hair again and gave it a yank.
“You understand? I’m gonna train you to be my little slut. First thing to remember: when I give you an order, you repeat it. Understand?
“Yes, sir.”
“And if you have to go to the loo, you ask me for permission. Understand? If you have to pee or shit, you get my permission.”
“Yes, Sir. I get your permission.”
“Now thank me for cumming in your mouth.”
“Thank you sir. For cumming in my mouth.”
Natalie blinked. This was their first ‘date’ and she drove home in a fog. She felt it was very exciting the way he took control of her. She liked it when he told her what to do. He simply took physical command and made her do it. She wondered when she would see him again. Was she really going to be his “sleeve” from now on?
It was only 2pm and Natalie did not know what to do with herself. She was still excited and had no plans for the rest of the day. Bored, she eventually went over to her parent’s house for dinner. Her mother was making one of her favorite dishes, so she stayed.
That night she read online about what the Russian soldiers did to German women in 1945. The passage was that women young and not-so-young were ****d innumerable times. She masturbated thinking about being one of those women. She imagined the soldiers taking control of her totally. She pictured them crude, rough, laughing and having sport with her. Then taking turns r****g and sodomizing her repeatedly. It was a very satisfying orgasm.


Chapter 3–the Bar


Next Wednesday, Natalie got a call. It was late in the afternoon and Natalie was in the back checking inventory for her boss.
“I want you to meet me at a place called the Luche Lounge. It’s on York Street. In Newmarket. One York Street. Find it. Meet me there at 6,” Roy said to her.
His tone was very even. Unhurried.
“Yes, sir.”
“Repeat it.”
“Yes, sir. Luche Lounge. York Street. Yes. sir.”
Natalie found herself calling him “Sir” on the phone without even thinking about it. She opened up the GPS on her phone and located the street. After work, she drove to the address and when she got there, the neighborhood was a bit rough. Moreover, the side street was really more of an alley. She parked and went inside. The bartender, a greasy-looking thug, smiled and nodded when she sat down at a table on the far wall.
“I’m meeting someone,” she said by way of explanation when the bartender came over to take her order. She felt nervous and kept looking towards the entrance, hoping to see ‘him’ appear. When he did not show she felt sick. The bartender came over and said, “He hasn’t showed, has he?”
“Um... oh, he will,” Natalie said feeling humiliated and a bit scared.
When she looked around in the gloom, she noticed two guys, with a biker look about them, drinking beer. They were laughing and occasionally, one of them would look over at her as if she was something edible. Both wore dirty jeans, heavy boots and grimy jackets. The fatter one had aviator sunglasses perched on a dark blue and white patterned bandana tied into a headband.
Then Dr. Harwood came striding in. She felt a pang of relief as if she had been sitting in a hot spot and a cool breeze was now wafting over her. She tried not to show the Doctor how she felt. She watched him stop by to say ‘hi’ to the bartender. They exchanged some jokey banter and then Roy stopped by the table with the bikers to chat with them. Following this, he was by her side. She was surprised he knew people like that. She was now thinking to herself why he had her come to a place like this. It was very ‘down-market.’
“Take off your panties,” he told her.
When she hesitated, he said to her, “Unless you want dear old Dad to see your pictures, you do what I say.”
“Yes, sir. Take off my panties. Yes, sir.”
She reached down to lift her skirt just enough so that she could reach her panties. When she succeeded in taking them off, he told her to put them on the table.
She sat there sweating fretfully. That is when Roy told her to get down underneath the table.
“You get busy slut,” he told her. You suck my cock.”
It was not easy, and she tried not to look over at the bartender or the two guys, as she squeezed herself underneath the table. Knowing what he wanted, she reached up and unzipped his fly. She soon had his cock out and began to kiss and lick it respectfully. He kept her at it until he was fully erect and then he hissed at her, “Suck it slut. Make me cum.”
She went to work and soon, he leaned back and approaching his orgasm, grabbed her by the hair and held her motionless as he came in her mouth.
When it was over, he let her get up. Sitting there, embarrassed, she looked over and saw the bartender and the two guys were checking her out.
Roy waved the two biked guys over. The got up and strode over to the table; they were more repulsive close up.
“This is Natalie,” Roy said by way of introduction.
“She needs some protein for dinner,” he said laughing.
Natalie looked at him in disbelief. ‘I have to suck them off too,’ she said to herself.
“You first Bill,” the fatter one said to his pal.
The younger man, tall and lean with a goatee and wearing an earring, sat down next to Natalie and unzipped his fly.
“Get busy cunt,” he said to her.
“Yes, sir.”
She had no choice, and with everyone watching, she went to work on his long, uncircumcised and unwashed cock. It was disgusting, as he had a build-up of smegma underneath his foreskin. But, submissively she bent down and began to kiss, lick and suck him. When he moaned at what she was doing with her lips and tongue, she felt that she was doing a good job.
His pal kept making comments that only added to the nasty experience. When he came in her mouth, she swallowed and his fat, older pal took his place. His cock was small, but fatter and he smelled just as bad. He made her do it very slowly and her mouth was tired when she was done. His cock slipped out as he was cumming and some landed on her blouse.
But, it wasn’t over yet. After the two bikers left, thanking Roy, Natalie had to blow the bartender too. He was older with a big gut and she had to work hard to make him cum too. Afterwards, Roy praised her.
“See, I told you that you’re a slut; no doubt about it. Did you like your dinner?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now thank me.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Natalie now realized he had taken complete and total control of her. She wondered what else he was going to make her do. As they sat there, Roy ordered two beers. He made her drink hers and then made her drink another. Soon, Natalie had to pee. She timidly asked him for permission.
Coldly, he refused. She had to sit there obediently. Soon, she was squirming with the pressing need to urinate. Roy noticed and smiled. He kept her waiting and writhing with a full bladder. Natalie finally ‘wet’ herself. As she lost control of her body and began urinating, Roy berated her, calling her a filthy slut and whore. It was a very humiliating experience, especially when she had to walk out of the bar with a soaked and soiled skirt.
Roy liked calling her “Lan Bi” her slut-handle on her Internet posts and began to use it frequently. He had her meet him after hours in parking lots and sit in the back seat of his car. There he would make her give him slow, wet blowjobs. He liked to call her names as she did this. This was what he wanted at this stage of their relationship. Eventually, he brought her to his place, an upscale house in One Tree Hill, a very ritzy neighborhood. She learned that he was forty years old, divorced with two c***dren, a boy thirteen and a daughter fifteen. That made him eight years younger than her father.


Chapter 4–Shit Hole Slut


He had given her a laxative about thirty minutes earlier.
“I gotta go sir,” Natalie whined as the pressure on her colon grew.
After she had a full evacuation, she stripped at his command and got on the bed on all fours naked.
“Spread your cheeks. Wider.”
“Spread my cheeks. Yes, Sir.”
Roy had a bottle of coconut oil. He was naked from the waist down and his cock was almost fully erect. Natalie had admitted to him that she liked anal sex. He liked that. He was in lust with her. His sexuality skewed him towards using a girl hard like a dirty sex toy.
Fucking her in the ass involved a whole ritual. Only her mother, when she was a c***d, had given Natalie enemas. Roy was going to do the same to her now. He dragged her by the hair to the bathroom and got her on all fours in the tub. Then, he greased her anus and worked a big black rubber bulb into her rectum and made her take three liters of warm, salty water. It went it slowly and made her guts cramp. Of course, he made her hold it.
“Oh, it hurts,” she moaned as the pressure on her intestines became intolerable.
“You have to make me happy before I’ll give you permission to shit,” he told her.
He made her kneel.
“Get down on your knees.”
“Down on my knees. Yes, Sir.”
She sank to the floor.
“Kiss it,” he told her.
Natalie bent to the job at hand. She pushed his erection up against his belly and then began to give his penis sweet, wet kisses all up and down the shaft. Then she went lower and began to lick his ball sack, getting his scrotum nice wet. Wet, sucking kissing on his cock and balls; then she took each of his testicles into her mouth. She soon had Roy moaning. Suddenly, he pulled back and spun around.
“Kiss my asshole, slut,” he commanded her.
“Yes, Sir. Kissing your asshole, sir.”
He spread his cheeks, exposing his hairy anus. Natalie shuffled forward and dutifully leaned close. She stuck out her tongue to touch the tight, brownish-pink pucker.
“That’s it, kiss and lick it,” he crooned.
He was not satisfied until she had made a complete whore of herself by giving his shit-hole the wettest, nastiest kisses before lapping the wet plain of his anal crack with her tongue—all the way from his perineum to his anus.
“I wanna hear you slurping. You do it good. That’s my baby girl,” he praised her.
Then he went back to having her kiss and lick his cock before grabbing her hair to face-fuck her. When he began shoving his cock into her mouth as deeply as he could, Natalie began salivating like mad–and gagging.
Now, Roy was really into it. The sounds of her gagging and choking were music to his ears. And, when she pulled back suffocating and began coughing and heaving, his arousal reached new heights. He was so hot that his cock began spurting to land all over her face. Her nose, mouth, cheeks and chin became splattered with his ejaculate. When he finished, he took a picture of her with his camera-phone.
“This is how I see you, Lan-Bi,” he told her as he displayed the photo to her.
Natalie was shamed and aroused by the picture. It showed her very debased. She was just a sex toy to use and abuse. Her daydreams of being controlled had come vividly to life. The effect was a bit more than she had expected. She was in the strange and sometimes terrible place when you have conflicting feelings about something. She hated herself and craved the degradation.
‘I’ll never understand myself,’ she thought.
He greased her anus with coconut oil and spread some on the head of his cock. Then, he teased her anus with the tip, asking her if she was an asshole slut.
“Yes, sir.”
“Say it. Say I’m shit-hole slut. And show me your butt-hole, you stupid whore.”
He had developed a hard, throbbing erection. His cock had sprung up like it was on a spring again. Roy had a curved and fairly thick organ. Circumcised, it was a good cudgel for fucking a submissive girl like Natalie in the ass.
“I’m a shit-hole slut, sir,” she whimpered.
Then, dutifully she opened herself up fully for him so he could work his cock into her shit-hole, stretching her sphincters. He soon had her groaning with his forceful intrusion. The wet sounds of sodomy soon filled her ears as Roy took his pleasure in her asshole.
Grunting, he began fucking her harder and making his cock go deeper into her rectum. The tightness of her anal sheath and her beautiful, warm body soon had Roy boiling. It was not long before he hosed her bowels with his ejaculation. He stayed in her ass, enjoying the tight feeling of her anal sphincter squeezing his most precious possession.
“Now... CLEAN IT,” he told her.
Natalie felt him pull out with a pop; and she now felt empty. She liked being ass-fucked. And Roy had some frosting for his anal surprise cake. She was going to have to clean the penis that had been inside her ass.
He got in front of her face waving his sticky cock. As he made it bob up and down, he announced, “Clean it slut. Clean my dirty cock.”
“Yes, Sir. Clean it. Yes, Sir.”
Natalie had never sucked a cock that had been in her ass. It was a new humiliation and instinctively she loved it. She bent to the task, kissing and licking it clean before sucking on the head to get Roy hard again.
“Get my balls too, slut. You ass slime is everywhere,” Roy said grinning.
Natalie dutifully bent down lower to lick and lap his scrotum with her pink tongue.
Suddenly, to her great surprise (and Roy’s) she blurted, “I love you.”
Roy, who had been grabbing her by the hair to keep her at the dirty task, now petted her affectionately. He felt himself strangely touched. It was such a spontaneous remark. And, so unlike her. Both of them felt closer at that moment.


Chapter 5 New Dress Code


In many ways, Natalie had acquired a boyfriend who was suited to her uncommon psyche. But the tightrope she had constructed for herself put her at risk with her family and her job.
Natalie feared disclosure and every time Roy compelled her to accept more submission and control, she feared being exposed. The big fear was that Roy would send a package to her father. And that her family would discover this dark side of her; yet she found herself luxuriating in the feelings of being controlled. The loss of control was very seductive. The fact that Roy was older and a doctor made it almost perfect. But it was a balancing act for her.
Where it was becoming a problem was that Roy was forcing her to accept public displays of her new slave status. Like her dress and skirt length. He took her one Saturday to a clothing store, Wild Pair to buy her some new clothes. The dresses and skirts were all very short and one was an off-the- shoulder bodycon dress. He also found shoes with heels that were at least 10 cm tall that he liked.
“I like stockings with a seam up the back and garters” he told her. “I want you to dress sluttier.”
“Sir, I don’t know if I can wear skirts like this to work,” she whined.
“OK... If you don’t wear them, I’ll send this collage to your dear old dad.”
He showed her a composite on his phone of her doing very nasty acts, including ones he had taken of her.
“Please, Sir.”
“If you obey me, I won’t. If you disobey, I have no choice,” he said letting his voice trail off.
The feeling of being blackmailed was like an arrow in Natalie’s heart. It struck her in the most vulnerable place in her psyche. She wanted to embrace her dark side, but was ashamed and fearful of discovery. It was a cruel dilemma; one that was particularly her own. She was trapped and was coming to understand its full implications.
Natalie now had to remember that she had to obey at all times. She could feel the soaked crotch of her panties, messy from the vaginal mucus that seemed to pour from her. She felt ashamed and excited as an arrow of lust shot through her body. She also felt so comfortable having Roy tell her what to do. And all of this happening in public.
“Try these shoes,” Roy suddenly urged her.
“Yes, sir. Try the shoes.”
She smiled as she pranced in front of him and a sales girl. They had a strap and made her legs look even prettier. She wanted to ask him a question, but remembered that she did not talk unless he spoke to her. Roy paid for the new clothes and shoes; and then they left.
He was forcing a new style of dress on Natalie for work. She would have to wear dresses and skirts that were short and shorter. Her boss, Mr. c***ders, soon made a comment that she needed to watch her work attire. She had to wear a 76 cm princess-cut medical lab coat for work that did not cover the short skirts Roy now made her wear.
“I want you to wear more make-up,” Roy told her. “I like you to wear eye shadow... you know... and blush, mascara—and lots of red lipstick. Understand?”
“Yes, sir. More make-up Sir...”
After one Sunday marathon session at her apartment where he fucked her mouth, cunt and asshole, and made her stay naked the whole time, he told her, “No more panties.”
“No more panties Sir?”
“You understood me. I mean it–no more panties. Bring me all your panties.”
Natalie had to go, like a c***d, to her lingerie drawer and bring him every single pair of panties she owned. Then he made her go to the laundry hamper and get her soiled panties too.
“May I please say something Sir?”
“Yes...”
“I have to wear panties to work Sir,” she said pleading.
“Why?”
“Well... people will see my ass Sir.”
“You’ll get used to it,” he told her.
Then he produced a Hitachi wand vibrator he had brought from his place and used it on her pussy. He used her scarves and bound her naked to the headboard. Then, he worked the Hitachi wand on her pussy, right up against her clitoris to make her spurt.
“You’re a hot Asian bitch,” he growled at her after her pussy erupted like a cut artery.
“I like to see you squirt. You’re just a dirty little lemonhead slut,” he told her.
Roy loved verbally abusing her. The racist element to his tirades was interesting because nowhere else in his life did he exhibit such attitudes. When it came to his relationship with Natalie, something deep inside him came out.
“Ping-Pang, I wanna face-fuck you,” he told her.
Ping-Pang and Lan-Bi were two of his favorite pet names for her.
He kept the bulbous head of the wand pressed up against her shaved pussy lips and clitoris, rubbing it up and down her slit.
“You like that don’t you, cunt?” he asked her.
“OH YES, SIR!”
When her pussy spurted again, Roy was very happy.
“That’s all a lemonhead cunt like you is good for: cumming like a whore.”
The last orgasm was so intense that she squirted and then began pissing, wetting the comforter and sheets. She worried that her neighbors could hear her squealing.
The games Roy played with her had a cumulative effect on Natalie. She was now doing whatever he wanted. And the thrill she felt at being naked, holding her ankles with her legs spread for his inspection and masturbation inspired her once a day to go to the ladies room and play with her pussy.
But, her new look was upsetting the apple cart at work.
“Natalie, may I speak with you please?” asked Mr. c***ders, her boss.
He had noticed her very short skirts.
“You know, we’re pretty laid back here, but there are some minimums as far as dress.”
Natalie did not say anything, just tried to listen attentively.
“Natalie... Please take care to dress in a way that doesn’t offend our customers,” was all he said to her, frustrated that he had to broach this subject with her at all.
That very day, Natalie had gone commando. She was not wearing any panties, as per Roy’s decision. The short skirts and no panties made her conscious of every move. She had to be very careful how she walked, sat or reached for something on a shelf. It was both humiliating and exciting for her. And Mr. c***ders was growing more upset as Natalie continued to show up for work with skirts that just barely covered her ass.
Natalie was stuck between a rock and a hard place. She had to keep Roy appeased. And that meant obeying him. And he wanted her to dress even sluttier. This problem was not going to go away and would soon escalate. She began to wonder how far she was willing to go to find sexual satisfaction.
Some days, Roy made her wear ben-wa balls. At the store, all she could think of was that her manager and customers had no idea she had ben-wa balls inside her dirty hole. Every move she made caused the metal balls filled with quicksilver to quiver and oscillate. This stimulated and massaged her vaginal muscles and the pelvic floor of her plumbing so much that Natalie could feel the tremors every time she moved. She had to exercise control so that they did not fall out.
At home, Roy was soon adding new games to their play. He began to give her ‘corner time’ to help her embrace her submission. He occasionally treated her to mouth soaping when she said something in his presence that displeased him. And Natalie found it arousing being forced into submissive situations. So, Natalie was feeling a mixture of guilt, shame and humiliation as well as sexual excitement by what he did to her and made her do. She thought about it all the time and fantasized about what else he might make her do.
When she did something to displease him, he began to put her into punishment positions. One of his favorites was what he called “the wall.”
He held up a 50 cent coin with the image of Queen Elizabeth. He grabbed Natalie by the hair and made her stand with her hands clasping her wrists behind her back and leaning, she had to hold the coin against the wall with her forehead.
“You hold this up against the wall. Say it.”
“I hold it–against the wall. Yes, sir.”
She was naked and if she let the coin fall, he threatened to whip her ass with his belt.
This one day, playing this game, he reached between her legs and began to play with her pussy. As he manipulated her wet, slippery cunt, Natalie began fidgeting and squirming, she let the coin fall. Roy made her pay for it with four hot strokes with his belt across her bare butt cheeks.
“Now, show me some respect,” he said.
Roy forced her to her knees and yanked her head this way and that. This routine was code for, ‘kiss my feet, my cock or my asshole, slut.’
This time, Natalie had to press her lips against his asshole and give it wet, sucking kisses.
“Stupid lemonhead!” he kept saying to her as she bent to the task.
“That’s it. Kiss my asshole, lemonhead slut.”
“Kissing your asshole. Yes, sir. Thank you sir.”
Natalie felt herself slipping into a wonderful trance. She felt so submissive. He was using her like she was so much trash. Salivating, she kissed and licked his tight, dark rosebud making slurping noises she knew he would love.
Quick respectful, affectionate little pecks combined with the wettest, most labial tongue kisses you could imagine. All interspersed with her little whimpers and moans, showing her devotion to her master.
Roy ate it up and made her kiss his feet too as a climax.
“You just remember to do what I tell you. Then papa will never find out what a disgusting little lemonhead slut you are,” he said to her when she was done.
Natalie was a private person and no one, other than Roy and one or two online contacts, knew or understood her deep need to give up control and experience sex while being dominated and humiliated. Her best friend, Valerie, who also was Chinese, was not privy to Natalie’s submission fantasies. The two girls talked very little about boys over the years and certainly not about something sexual like fellatio. Nice Chinese girls did not speak of such things. Natalie had never told anyone in person about her need to be dominated. And Roy was treating her now to things she had only dreamed of...


Chapter 6 Ponsonby Road


Roy liked the image of her with semen smeared all over her face so much that he arranged for an encore performance, but with more players. He took her to a secluded spot behind a restaurant on Ponsonby Road. Roy had two medical orderlies from the hospital, Tane and Paora, both Maoris, join him. He told them the day before that he knew a girl who liked to suck cock. They were both just twenty-one years old, eager and willing to have some fun.
“You boys do what I tell you and I’ll put in a good word for you with your supervisor,” he told them.
Roy had Natalie report for duty that next night. She wondered what Roy had in store for her. She soon found herself kneeling on the dirty ground next to a dumpster. Both boys were wearing tikis on chains around their necks, a common talisman for Maoris. They really looked and dressed like who they were.
“Natalie, meet Tane and Paora,” he said and soon they had their cocks out.
Roy ordered her, “Get busy, slut.”
“Yes, Sir. Getting busy, Sir.”
She sprang to the task; and was soon kissing, licking and sucking their fat, brown cocks.
“Cum on her face,” Roy told the duo. “She likes it when you cum on her face.”
It became a competition between the two men. Soon, Tane pulled out and jerking his dick a few times–aimed the tip at Natalie’s face. He began to grunt and then his piss slit yawned open and the deluge began. He had a lot of cum in his balls and prostate—his load was huge. Ropes and streams of semen landed on her face as Natalie concentrated on bringing Paora to a climax.
Paora, excited as he witnessed his friend’s defacement of Natalie’s face, began ejaculating. It was a struggle for him to pull out and make his load land on Natalie’s face too, but he did it. Roy stood right there encouraging him.
“That’s it, cum on her face,” he hissed.
When it was over, Natalie was allowed to stand and Roy slipped the boys some kiwis (New Zealand dollars).
“Have yourself a beer on me, lads,” he said smiling as the boys zipped up.
“Thank them for cumming on you, slut.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you for cumming on me,” she said like a scolded c***d.
The two boys laughed at her. She was such a mess and now she looked like a total slut.
Having enjoyed her hospitality thoroughly, they smiled at Roy and thanked him for the fun. When they left, Roy took pictures of Natalie decorated with the boy’s semen all over her face. She was wet and splattered everywhere.
“You look just perfect lemonhead!” he said to her grinning. “Just remember I’ve got lots of nasty pictures of you. You just do what I tell you and papa will never know about his little lemonhead daughter.”
Natalie groaned inwardly when he took her by the arm.
‘Where are we going?’ she wondered nervously.
“Let’s go for a walk,” he said.
He escorted her out to the sidewalk on Ponsonby Road.
“You’re out for a stroll. You head over there,” he said to her pointing to the busiest area.
“Yes, Sir. Heading there.”
It was sort of hellish, but Natalie had to walk with her face still slimy and wet with the aftereffects of her blowjobs. Some people noticed; and some stared...
Roy walked discreetly behind her; at a distance of about ten meters. He enjoyed her discomfort as passersby became aware of her. Occasionally, she stopped at store windows. This annoyed him, because he knew she was avoiding the pubic. He vowed to get a remote control vibrator he could shove up her cunt. He flashed on this idea and made a promise to himself that he would get such a tool to use on her.
He called her on her cell.
“Head back. Get in your car; and go over to my place.”
“Yes, Sir. Going to your apartment, sir.”
When she was in his apartment, she waited like a c***d for what was next.
‘I wonder if he’s going to make me suck his cock?’ she wondered.
Instead, he took her into the bathroom and opened the video camera on his phone.
“I’m gonna tape you getting ass fucked,” he said.
“First these,” he said fetching two caplets from the medicine chest.
They were soft suppositories; and he held them under cold water to harden them before removing the wrappers. He lubricated her anus with a water-based gel and took pleasure working the two glycerin caplets into her shit-hole. He pushed them in deep with his finger, making sure to get it coated with the gel.
“It hurts, sir,” Natalie whined as he pushed them in very deep.
“Wait until they begin to work. I don’t like a whore with asshole full of shit when I fuck her.”
‘Oh, Wow! He’s gonna fuck me in the ass.’
Roy followed her around with the camera. He had made her take off her skirt, hose and panties. Next, he had her remove her blouse and bra.
“Put on your shoes,” he told her. “I like you in those heels I bought you.”
“Yes, sir. Putting on my shoes, sir.”
Then he made her dance, right there in the bathroom. It was a bit humiliating having to shake her ass and titties with no preliminaries or music. As the pressure built up in her bowels, her facial expressions told the whole story. Roy wanted to capture the humiliation of being made to perform as she felt the increasing pressure to shit.
“SIR... I gotta GO,” she finally whined.
“You shit when I tell you,” he said to her cruelly.
He made her do ballet moves. She had told him she had taken lessons when she was a p*****n. It was mortifying as she did a pirouette. She held her stomach with both hands because her guts were churning and she was afraid she would lose control of her bowels.
“Adagio,” Roy urged her.
This was French and meant, ‘slow movements performed with fluidity and grace.’
It was excruciating having to control the urge to shit. Natalie sank to her knees and just whimpered. When she tried to get up, she frantically shoved her hand between her cheeks to try and hold back what was starting to emerge from her anus.
“Are you gonna shit yourself, slut?” Roy taunted her cruelly.
After another few agonized seconds, Roy finally let her shit. She sat on the toilet and felt as if her entire insides were pouring out of her.
“They were some horse suppositories,” Roy said grinning. “I got it on tape,” he said.
But, he wasn’t finished with her.
“Now, I’m gonna give you an enema,” he announced.
He got an inflatable bulb from the linen closet and held it up in front of her face.
“I’m gonna put this in your dirty ass. Then I’m gonna make it as big as it can get.”
He made Natalie bend over and put her hands on the edge of the tub, lubed the bulb and worked it into her asshole. Once he had it embedded deep in her rectum, he began inflating it.
‘OH shit, it feels... huge,’ Natalie thought to herself as he kept squeezing the bulb to make it grow bigger.
He had filled the bag with cold water. Very cold and took pains to add ice cubes from the freezer. He wanted her to feel cramps. And when he’d forced two liters of ice water into her bowels, Natalie entered HELL.
“Get up and dance,” he told her.
“Dancing, sir.”
He made her wriggle and shake her hips, but it was impossible for her to do this very well with a load of cold water in her bowels. So, he made her do deep knee bends instead. All the while, Roy kept taping her humiliation. He would use it to fuel his masturbation when she was not available for him.
“Doing squats, sir.”
Finally, unable to take it anymore, Natalie sank to her knees, with the rubber tube hanging out of her asshole and the inflatable bulb buried deep in her rectum. She held onto her belly and rocked back and forth moaning.
“Do you wanna shit?” he taunted her.
She moaned in response.
“Okay... Then say, I’m a shit-hole slut,” he barked at her. “Look right into the camera and SAY IT.”
Feeling like a piece of trash, Natalie stared right into the lens and mumbled the words.
“No, say it with feeling. Say it and imagine you’re telling your father.”
This was almost going too far, but in the end, Natalie did his bidding. She abased herself totally and confessed her sin.
“I’M A SHITHOLE SLUT,” she chanted. “I’M A SHITHOLE SLUT.”
Only then, did he lead her by the hand to the toilet and let her sit to empty her bowels in front of him. It was very degrading, as you can imagine. Afterwards, he took her into the bedroom, put her on her tummy, gr