Invitation and Revelation
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Ashleylorien
So well as you can imagine I decided to stay the weekend, and then
some. Now I have been here three weeks and things couldn't be any
better, seriously, I have never been happier in my life. I never went
back to work, and well that was a serious blessing, as I hated my job.
Also my breasts are now glued on ripe 38 d's which we have been
talking about getting made permanent thru augmentation, just for your
enjoyment, tho I would have to wear serious bras, or corsets to help
hold them up all the time, and either way I would always be reminded
with every step I took and counter sway that they took that I was a
girl, and Your girl.
I remember lying there in post coital bliss, I imagined that we could
indeed pass more than our alloted lives together in such roles. When
I finally caught my breath, and you had untied me, I noticed how
despite being all bent up, and in half, I had still managed to make
the "wet spot" on the bed, just like any other girl. Funny I mused,
thinking you would probably even expect me to sleep in it tonight.
"So where from here?" I queried, as you strode around the bedroom in
your terry robe, putting away the contents of your suitcases. "Well
pet." u replied, "Like I said, I expect that this evening we will
start the weekend off right as a couple, and that as the weekend goes
along we will fall into the typical married roles." I nodded as you
explained and it was all the more clear for having heard it. Then I
started to get up, looking about for something to wear, my corset not
keeping me nearly warm enough. You strode confidently to the closet and
pulled out the softest warmest pink satin robe ever, which I slipped
into. "Um, what about the shoes?" I asked since I was still locked
into the bubblegum pink heels you had me put on in the car. "You will
get used to them, as you will wear them all weekend," You replied. I
sighed, not expecting that at all. Then I made off to the bathroom,
feeling the need to go, and thinking it perfectly normal, after such a
lovely round of love making. But you followed me and when I slipped
the robe off and my gstring down, and made to sit on the commode, you
walked over to me and slapped me hard on the cheek. I looked up
totally shocked. "I own your potty privileges, or had you forgotten?"
you exclaimed, "in fact" you said, "i don't think I ever want your
bowels to be emptied without mine feeling the same need, unless I
direct it." I just looked at you in shock. "Well," I began, "may I go
potty?" perhaps I asked it a little too patronizingly, but you told
me, yes, but the plug had to be replaced when I was done. I agreed as
this seemed a reasonable demand and did my business as you went to the
room.
Wow I still remember that evening like it was yesterday, the excellent
dinner you made, how my feet were killing me by the time I wanted to
go back to bed after dinner, and how I only ever got out of those
killer heels for showers... Must have honestly drunk too much wine.
I guess I still do that, drink too much wine that is from time to
time, as a coping mechanism since it seems so weird somedays, you
know, I find it very hard to grasp how much I have changed. The hours
of laser hair removal last Monday, the collagen injections to puff up
my lips, the prospect of implants, and now your talk of lower rib
removal so my waist can be trained even smaller, how my fingers are
half as useful now as they used to be simply due to the fact that I
keep my manicured nails are longer than three quarters of an inch from
the tip. Then I guess the biggest thing aside from the physical
changes and the chemical changes going on in my blood stream well, are
the changes in my sexual attitudes and tastes. I mean I always liked a
lot of anal stuffing, but I don't think I was prepared for just how much
you keep my ass full.
I remember that first week, how you would wake me with your insistent
bladder every morning slipping it into my rear and stroking it in and
out just enough times to wake me before sending forth the torrents of
your golden nectar into my hole. I do like to think that I have
gotten much better at holding it all than I was originally. I mean a
whole hour, with your bladders contents in there, that is something.
But that was before you had that more demonic idea, of filling me with
the coffee, back there, and letting me have the pee as my morning wake
me up beverage. Though to admit I don't know which wakes me up more
the caffeine coursing in my bowels or the taste of your fluid. Wow
talk about taking some getting used to... but I guess that wasn't so
bad. I mean there are all sorts of things that are worse, and the
coffee that way IS one hell of a pick me up. I get the jitters like I
had drunk an entire pot, when in fact I don't have to drink anything.
Ha.
Speaking of worse things, I do have to complain tho, about the series
of gradually enlarging plugs that you move up each time I cant hold
it, those are a REAL pain in my ass. I mean it is true I was the one
that couldn't hold it, but you don't have to go very often. And I know I
know I get used to each one in time, but it is never quick enough, and
as they have gotten bigger, they flat out hurt when they go in, and I'm
not one to complain at all about getting stuffed. But you know what I
mean, they have stretched me out to the point of not being able to
keep my hole closed. But I guess that too has played "conveniently"
into your hands because now I have to keep the stupid plugs in, or
resort to wearing a diaper since I seem to have relinquished all
control of my ass, both literally and figuratively to you. Come to
think of it I remember that first chat we had now, how you mentioned
being your little girl, I didn't think you were this serious, but I
guess the crinkle under my ass should attest to it...
I remember the first time I had to call you at work and beg because I
just couldn't hold my poop in any longer. And how you were so
disappointed in me. You told me that I could just go ahead and go in
my panties, but that I then had to wear them all afternoon until you
got home, and that I was in for it when you did. Well I waited as
long as I could, but eventually the mess just had to come out and I
felt it slip out and around the plug I was using to keep it all
in. well I don't think I have ever gotten such a spanking as I got that
evening, your hand swatting me through the thin film of my pretty
panties, and causing the plug to be wedged in deeper, and the mess to
spread all up and around in my crack. That was when you pulled out
the first pair of diapers, and told me that from now on I would be
wearing a bigger plug, to help me hold things in and that on mornings
that I found the feeling might arise during the day, I had better get
you to go ahead and diaper me before you went to work or else if I
messed my panties again I was going to get spanked to within an inch o
my life. Fortunately I haven't had another accident, well not with out
being in a diaper first, and you have been nothing but pleased with
me. Granted it has only been 8 days since that happened, but I am
proud none the less. I just wish sometimes that you ate more fibre,
so I could justify having to poop as often as I do, I mean all I eat
is salads. ha.
But you make up for it with my favorites, the Sunday mornings when we
sit in the kitchen, me cooking your pancakes, trying to hold in my
morning coffee, and you sitting there reading the newspaper. I love
how I can usually make it all the way through breakfast before I have
to go. Keeping me focused on things in this manner has really helped
me concentrate on keeping myself beautiful for you and on being your
sex toy. It is weird tho, how wearing a diaper makes me waddle just a
bit too much, and crinkle as the plastic covering of the disposable
diaper is creased and scrunched in between my silken thighs. Never the
less, it makes for the nicest Sunday morning.
You know I have been planing our wedding. I started when you put that
beautiful ring on my finger. Now I have picked out a dress, corset,
heels, and I guess ill leave up to you whether I go with a plug or
diaper, but either way, I promise to be beautiful for you. I think
that you will love how the combination of the corset and the cut away
in the bodice of my hi necked gown, really show off the beautiful, if
heavy, tits that you will get for us as a pre wedding present. I have
chosen some lovely music, not your typical bridal march from a pagan
ceremony, but rather some beautiful slightly non traditional music.
Our families will both be there, tho mine is a little apprehensive
since they know that I am happy with you, but are having a hard time
with the idea that I am now for all practical purposes a woman. Your
woman.
I'm not sure what we are going to do about children, I mean I would
like to have one or two , and be a loving mother, but I guess science
just hasn't gotten that far. I guess that leaves us wondering what to
do after the wedding, I mean I am happy as a housewife, but it does
get boring. Maybe I should take your ideas into consideration and come
up with some occupation that I can do from home. There are after all
all sorts of things that I could do on the Internet.
That is of course where you started me this morning, you suggested
getting filmed doing sexual acts. I should have known as your mind is
always in the gutter. I should have known that you even want to try
something in particular. I looked up perplexed from the Sunday
funnies. Then I got up and followed you into the bedroom, where I
stood in the door teetering on my heels and watched you drag something
out of the closet across the floor, making a terrible amount of noise,
and then a fwomp fwomp... I was puzzled to say the least. Although
now that big box that arrived last week makes more sense. I wandered
in teetering a moment in the 5 in heels you still keep me in and made
my way into the room to see u standing next to what looked like a
plugged in saddle lying on a plastic sheet in the middle of the floor,
except it had a place for your knees, so you could kneel onto it, and
the seat of the saddle was anything but conventional. There seemed to
be a rubber dildo of sorts jutting from the seat. And straps coming
out of the thing from every angle so that the rider, which I was
beginning to assume would be me could be bound to it securely. Then I
noticed it even had a built in webcam in what I guess would be the
pommel of the saddle as long as we are working with that image. You
had me come over and u slipped my diaper down and had me step out of
it, which caused a few drops of our mornings juice to drip down my
inner thigh and onto my stockinged leg. You told me to straddle the
saddle, and sit on the dildo. Knees in the appropriate fittings. I
did as you asked, while u fished something out of the TOY CHEST. It
was some sort of bondage gear and when u had me put my arms behind my
back, I realized it was to bind them together from the wrist to the
elbow. Virtually incapacitating my upper body, when used in such
preconceived conjunction as with the corset I always preferred to
wear, and you were so nice as to let me keep on. then u strapped my
knees down and forward, followed by my feet in place a strap running
under the arch of the heel. There, u said. That is about right. You
went to the front of the saddle, and turned the knob that was there.
You began to tell me how the dildo not only vibrated but throbbed,
thrusted, and well, inflated to desired proportional lengths and
widths, and that you were adjusting just how big I should have to deal
with, on this first trial run. U told me that you had decided upon
Nine inches long and the corresponding Six inches in diameter. My
eyes got huge, and I begged, No how it would tear me open. You just
laughed and told me you were going to finish breakfast and that when
you were done with that and the paper, and u thought I had enough that
you would come to set me free, but not before. Off you went, and I
sat there comfortable, in no pain, but then I felt the machine cut on,
humming, as the dildo buzzed in my rear. It was not uncomfortable,
just well constant and I being trussed up as I was wasn't really in the
position to adjust it in or out or anything, but no sooner thought of,
than the thing started to slide up and down into me and out nearly all
the way before going back in, I realized it was similar to your own
technique of VERY fast stroking in but a nice smooth withdrawal. As I
settled down into the rhythm of it, I didn't notice at first but did
again after only a few moments that it was swelling just a little more
with each stroke, but definitely growing and stretching me. Maybe an
eighth of an inch each time, nothing un manageable, but definitely
bigger and bigger, at what must have been Six inches by Three, it
stopped for a moment, and slipped in deep, settling there for a moment
and simulating an orgasm, the thing even shuddered. But the withering
I had hoped for, only lasted a moment. As three strokes after
shuddering in me it started to expand again. One Two, Three, Five,
Eight, Ten long hard strokes Until it seemed to find another size it
liked, and just buried itself into my fundament. Gasping now I was
trying to catch my breath, what with the corset keeping my lungs and
diaphragm compressed while thrusting my fake tits up and out so they
bounced all over the place and the dildo filling my pelvis, and
starting up into my torso, I was having a time of it. Then the thing
started up again, and slowly began its methodical thrusting into me.
It went on and on for minutes at this rate, and I finally began to
accept the feeling of being opened up when the thing again thrust
itself in and shuddered. A light went off. Oh no it was going to get
bigger. I thought to myself, and as soon as thought it happened, the
thing shrank a touch, withdrew, and started thrusting in again and
again, until it had recouped its seven by four inch size, and was on
its way up to your promised Nine by Six. I moaned in pleasure and
pain as the thing opened me up wider than I had ever been before, and
I found that I could not concentrate on anything, my other senses were
blanking out on me, the rod thrusting into my crotch, absorbing all of
my attention, the noises and smells from the kitchen seemed drowned
out and the thing was it seemed trying to help mother nature along
with widening my hips, through brute force. I felt juices seeping out
from under me as the thing continued to pump away, and wondered it
they were my ass lubricating itself or if the thing was causing me to
bleed with its vigorous assault on my ass. I closed my eyes and tried
to just accept it as it was so intent on entering me and I was unable
to do anything about it anyway. When it suddenly speed ed up and then
thrust into me, all its length and girth, and shuddered again, and
fortunately for me, started to shrink away. I opened my eyes and saw
you standing there, two wine glasses in hand and smiling telling me
that lunch was ready if I felt that I could tear myself away from my
current amusement to join u? Of course I exclaimed but the straps
were holding me there, displayed on the web. You nodded knowing ly
and released my arms first, which had gotten quite stiff, behind my
back, then my legs my left then my right. I tried to stand but
couldn't, my legs had turned to jelly with the pistoning that had gone
between them. You reached down and lifted me to my feet and I felt
the rod slip from with in me. As it slid out I felt vacant and cold.
I felt the air blowing up into me, and told you as much, u told me
that it would take a while for my rear to recover after such a
vigorous session. But that fear not you had the perfect cure. You
had me lie down and then lift my legs. I did as requested, and to no
ones surprise but my own u slid a plug into me, and then a diaper
underneath my ass. It was soft, but bulky, and I found that when I
moved it didn't crinkle in that odd way that plastic will when moved on
or in, it was more of a vinyl on cloth noise and I realized that these
must be fancier diapers, like pull-ups or something. u attached the
sticky tabs on the sides of my hips and it stayed in place, then you
helped me to my feet again assuring me that now I would be able to
travel all over the house and make no drippy mess. You guided me to
lunch, drink in hand, and some kind of outfit draped over your arm.
You told me to slip into it, and I got into a reasonable knee length
skirt and turtleneck bodysuit, that just both happened to go so very
well with the color shoes I was wearing. After which you pulled out
my chair and I sat, lifting my bum a little as it was tender while you
slid the chair underneath me. Causing a slight crinkle of the
plastic. I flushed red embarrassed, to be so much again a baby, then
recalled your game of daddy and baby girl, and assumed this was part
of it.
When you brought my lunch I was thrilled as I had been doing all the
cooking for the last three weeks, but it was all covered in something,
not gravy but similar, only then did I realize that you had literally
smothered my food in cum. I wondered momentarily where you had gotten
so much, then just gave up and waited for you to seat yourself. The
oj glass you set next to my wine glass was again filled with what I
assumed to be cum, but it was different and had a slight orange tint.
You assured me that it was what I imagined, cum with a little extra, a
dietary supplement that you knew my figure needed. I nodded and took
a sip of my wine, after which you directed me to consume the orange
cum glass before anything else. I lifted it and you watched eagerly
as I sipped it down in small manageable mouthfuls, and then as my
throat expanded and contracted sure evidence that I was gulping it
away. Lunch was a small but excellent steak with lots of vegetables,
you seemed to want to make sure that I got more than enough fibre in my
diet. After all needing to stay regular and healthy back there was
terribly important to us both. You told me that that first little
video had officially kicked off my new site, and that now I could be
on the net at any hour you pleased, and doing exactly what you pleased
every day. That if I was a good girl I might even earn enough to be
able to afford a nice new, bald, wad of bubblegum stuck to smooth
skin, looking twat. Oh you do say the sweetest things... I of course
promised to do my best, for you, and us.
This was a continuation of "An Open Invitation" if you liked it and
have any further ideas, please let me know. [email protected]
Mhairi
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