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The following is a brief but completely true account of a trip taken with my strictly non-professional, older dominatrix partner  who, subject to the satisfactory completion of the following trip, would then allow me to marry her and thereby commit myself to a life of  absolute submission to her in strict accordance with her agenda.  As mentioned, she had no professional interest in domination whatsoever but had a very definite sadistic streak in her psyche and I, as a lifetime submissive, fell in love and awe with her at first sight during a small BDSM gathering.  She quickly realized that I was the perfect sub male to allow her to satisfy her every fantasy.

The trip we took together was a success as far as she was concerned and, after a civil ceremony, we lived in a 24/7 Domme/sub marriage for almost eight years until, on a cruise-ship vacation, her eyes fell upon a  man, probably ten years younger than me, who she took under her wing and then ‘discarded’ me within days of returning home.   Since that time I have had several ‘soft-core’ relationships with supposedly dominant women but none has come close to this particular relationship – I’m still looking for the right woman to serve but recent illness has limited my opportunities.  Oh well, life goes on.

NOTE: 

The text is written in the present tense and I apologize for that as I, personally, don’t like reading that way but my then future wife insisted that I write about the experience for her own titillation and that I write it in this fashion.  Note also that this was written about 25 years ago and I’ve just recently discovered a typewritten copy of it in my filing cabinet.  At the time I was given only one day to write it so there will undoubtedly be a few spelling and grammar mistakes for which I apologize.

Please also read the comments I have added at the end of the account.

KAREN’S PRE-NUPTIAL TEST:

Thank You Goddess for allowing me to become Your husband.  The demands of the recent trip were extreme but I am grateful that You allowed me the privilege of proving myself worthy of becoming Your lifetime property. 

Here is my summation of that trip:

The trip is to a quiet lake on the plains in view of the distant mountains.  We drive in for a stay of a week, carrying all our supplies with us, knowing that the nearest General Store is several hours away by car.  The cabin has running cold water, a wood stove, barbecue and little else in the way of modern conveniences – no electricity, no gas and no phone reception.  Additionally, it is some way off a gravel logging road that is no longer in use.  The cabin is positioned in such a way as to be able to see the dust being lifted up by an incoming vehicle from about five miles away. 

As would be expected I have done all the preparations for the trip including buying all the groceries, planning the menu and ensuring that we have everything to make Your trip a very comfortable and satisfying experience.  (You have already made it abundantly clear to me that my comfort is of absolutely no concern and that the entire week will be spent establishing Your irrevocable control and ownership over me.  In fact Your one rule covering the entire week has bee made clear to me in writing – it  is as follows:

?toylet*:  I will do whatever I please, whenever and wherever I please without exception;  you will do whatever you are told, whenever and wherever you are told, without question, 24/7 period.?

* The name she gave me for our entire relationship.

We arrive at the cabin at about 6:00pm on a crisp clear Sunday evening with the temperature hovering around 55 fahrenheit.  I immediately get to work lighting a fire in the wood stove and put a kettle on top to make You a cup of tea.  While the stove is heating up and the kettle is doing likewise I bring in the luggage, put Your clothes away in the closet, then bring in the week’s supplies.  I was told that I should arrive in just the clothes I was wearing as You had plans for me for the week.  Your plans were presumably in the suitcase that was locked – the one I was told to put in the mud room and not to try to open.

A pot of tea was made and I then set about cooking up a quick dinner while You relaxed in a big old arm chair, looking out of the window at the magnificent view, across the plateau to the mountains off in the distance to the west.

After dinner I heat up a big tank of water to enable You to take a bath.  This You do while I am washing up the dishes from dinner and putting the rest of the provisions in the walk-in pantry.  You come out of the bathroom wearing a robe and fur booties (to keep Your feet warm in the cabin) and order me to pick up the locked suitcase and carry it into the smaller of the two bedrooms, containing one single bed.  I place the suitcase on a wooden chair by the side of the bed and you open it with a key, located on a chain round Your neck.  The first item You remove is a black rubber sheet that You order me to place over the bed.  The next item removed is a large industrial-size roll of cling wrap and I immediately know what it is for.  You order me to remove all my clothes and stand to attention.  Starting at the neck You wrap me fairly tightly with the cling wrap, doubling and tripling the layers, until You have reached my knees.  You then order me to lay on my back on the bed and finish the cling wrapping from my knees down to my ankles.  Once You have me completely encased (except for my head) You take the remainder of the roll of wrap and pass it over me then push it under and over the bed until I am completely restrained from my shoulders to my ankles.  In other words, I am completely and utterly unable to move any part of my body except my head – the wrap is tight enough to completely immobilize me but not tight enough to prevent me from breathing properly – You became skilled at judging the optimum tightness on countless previous sessions with /cling wrap.  You cut a very small opening in the wrap above my genitals and place a condom catheter over my semi-flaccid cock, running the tube down to a pot beneath the bed.

I feel grateful that I can move my head as it does give me just the slightest feeling that I am not completely unable to move.  That confident feeling, however, is quickly erased as You pull a shaped Styrofoam block out of the suitcase and order me to lift my head.  As I  do so You place this block under my neck and head and there it is – now my head is incapable of movement.

You step back and look at Your handiwork with a smile on Your face.  You then speak to me in a surprisingly gentle tone but the gentleness of tone and the softness of Your voice do not reduce the impact of what You say.

You tell me that we have, many times in the past, attempted to complete the ?ultimate test? but, to use Your own words ?nature did not cooperate? due to the lack of time available.  You mention that I always appeared to be frustrated by this turn of events and never gave any thought to the fact that you, too, might have been disappointed at the lack of success.  Well, You tell me, You were also deeply disappointed as You also wanted the final confirmation of my commitment to complete it, thinking that I would likely wimp out at the last moment in spite of my apparent sincerity to complete the ‘ultimate test’.  You tell me that there is absolutely no risk whatsoever of failure to complete it on this trip as I was now completely immobilized and would remain so until nature had, indeed, cooperated and I had completed this ‘ultimate test’ to Your utter satisfaction.  You stressed the word ‘utter’ telling me that it would not be good enough just to lay there and have Your shit and piss hit me in the face.  No You would keep me wrapped here on this bed until I had learned to not only accept Your wonderful gifts but to have eaten Your entire offering washed down by Your wonderful champagne.

You tell me that You do not intend to use any laxatives or herbal remedies to bring on Your motions and that I might have to remain there for a very long time before Your body cooperates. as. You said ‘good night’ and left the room.

Next morning I could hear You preparing Your breakfast and could smell the fresh coffee perking.  An hour or so later You came into the room, wearing the same robe, and told me that nature was taking its time but You did have some ‘fruit juice’ for me.  With that You climbed up on the bed, placed Yourself over me with Your beautiful ass just inches from my face, ordered me to open my mouth and a glorious stream of Your golden nectar splashed against the back of my throat on its way down to my stomach.  I couldn’t keep up with the flow, Your first and heaviest one of the day, and some spilled onto the rubber sheet and Your legs.   Angrily, You told me that future failure to consume Your entire offering of nectar and/or caviar would result in a further day of immobilization if I didn’t do it properly, as spilling even a little showed complete lack of respect.

You leave the room, telling me that You will be back when You have need of me.  Several hours later You come back in, this time wearing slacks and a tight fitting black top that accentuates Your beautiful breasts.  You remove Your slacks and panties and place Yourself over my head with Your ass, again, just an inch of two from my face.  You tell me that You need to urinate and assure me that if I spill any this time  I will definitely remain wrapped for at least another 24 hours.   I have reason to believe that Your innate kindness takes precedence over Your dominant nature this time as You quite clearly control the rate of flow so that none is spilled.  You then lower Yourself until my nose is touching Your ass and order me to smell Your crack.  Not having had a motion for some time the smell is quite neutral and as I am thinking this You release a long, hot fart that gets up my nose and in my mouth – I find myself in absolute heaven as I breathe in Your glory.  You order me to open my mouth wide as You fart again but, alas, nothing is ejected into my eagerly awaiting orifice.  Again You climb off and leave the room.

Much later, I guess about five or six hours later You come into the room again with a rather stern look of on Your face.  You tell me that You have spent the afternoon sitting on the deck watching a small herd of deer make its way across the field immediately below the cabin.  You also tell me that several beautiful red-headed woodpeckers were busy all afternoon drilling for insects just a few feet from where You were sitting.  You tell me of the sadistic pleasure You get from watching insects, birds and animals being killed and eaten by their larger assailants while your hand grips my balls and squeezes them until I am screaming with pain.  You finally relax the pressure and then tell me that Your stomach has been rumbling for about an hour and You were quite sure that You were ready to put me to the ultimate test.  In spite of the recent painful experience I could feel my cock going rock hard under the cling wrap – something that You also noticed.  In order to further confirm Your total ownership of me and Your complete control of every aspect of my body, You remind me that part of our relationship agreement is that my days of having orgasms ended the day we made plans to move in together and that the only orgasms I would ever experience would be Yours, several times each and every day.

Just moments after You make these comments You emit a very loud fart and, with a wicked smile on Your face, You tell me that You are now totally convinced that You are ready to put me to the ?Ultimate Test?. 

With a degree of theatricality You remove Your slacks and place them on the chair followed by removing Your satin panties.  You tease me with the panties, drifting them across my face allowing just a whiff of Your incredible, but unattainable, cunt.  You drop the panties on my face, covering my eyes and I lay there for several minutes wondering what You are doing.  I feel You climb onto the bed and hold my breath as You position Your ass over my face.  When You have made Yourself comfortable You remove the panties from my face and immediately drop Your ass over my mouth and nose, cutting off my ability to breath.  I start to panic and try to struggle, knowing just how futile the effort is.  I hear You laughing as You bounce up and down but not high enough up to allow me to take a breath.  Just when I think I am going to black out You raise Your ass and I open my mouth to gasp for breath.  Bad move, cuntserver, as it is immediately filled with a torrent of Your golden nectar.  I struggle to breath and swallow Your piss at the same time and, for a few moments, panic sets in as I think that perhaps You have an ulterior motive for coming here with me.  However, the torrent subsides and I am able to gratefully take a few breaths. 

You lift Your ass off of my face to a height of about eight inches and tell me that I should watch very carefully in order to be able to catch Your logs as they descend from Your ass.  You tell me to have my tongue ready to guide them in if they are likely to go astray, telling me that if one or more should drop onto the rubber sheet I will have to lay there with them until You choose to feed them to me later.  In other words, You tell me, there is no escape from this experience.  You say You have waited many years to get the satisfaction of having Your slave  prove his utter submission by eating Your shit and that You plan to take as long as You want to relish Your joy and pleasure of my utter humiliation.

Moments later I see Your anus begin to quiver slightly, then slowly expand as a small brown turd begins its slow but sure way out into the world. A small dribble of brown liquid drips onto my nose and runs into my open mouth, giving me a somewhat acrid taste of things to come  .  As Your glorious shit descends Your ass opens wider and the bottom of the log almost reaches my open mouth.  You jiggle Your ass very slightly but just enough for it to break off and it immediately drops into my mouth.  I had previously  read of the experiences of slaves that had endured the rigors of a brown shower and, based on that knowledge, knew that I had to swallow it quickly before my senses took in the smell and taste.  No such luck as when I was closing my mouth to swallow Your second offering landed on my teeth and rested up against my nose.  The first log seemed to stick in my throat and I had to heave a little to move it up to where I could bite through it and swallow a portion.  This done the remainder of the first log dropped into place and I was able to demolish it too.  That left the second log sitting on my face, resting up against my nose and I now had the experience of the taste of the first log and the smell of the second assaulting my senses.  I had to eat the second turd but how to get it into my mouth?  Failure was not an option as I knew, instinctively, that You would follow through with Your threat to keep me wrapped for at least another day if I failed to satisfy or please You.  I knew from previous experience that when You make a threat, You always carry through without any remorse or softening of Your stance.  That is what makes You such a wonderful owner and, here, trying to capture Your second turd in my mouth, I was still incredibly grateful to by owned by You and in this difficult position.

Breathing out hard through my nose I was able to push Your turd just a little closer to my mouth and using my tongue was able to direct it down and into my throat.  At this point You released another brief stream of piss and that actually helped as it softened the second log and allowed it to slide down my throat and out of the way. 

You lifted Your ass about eight inches from my face and turned around to look at me.  I couldn’t see Your face as I was still locked into the Styrofoam block but You could see mine.  You commented on how good a job I had done ?to this point? and told me to relax for a few moments while the second part of the dump made its way down through Your system.  I thought I had completed the ultimate test and this comment made me realize, again, just how committed You are to establishing Your total ownership of me.

Once again You lower Your ass, this time right down onto my face, ordering me to open my mouth wide as You did so.  Naturally I did as I was told (I had learned this important rule many years before) and waited for the next log to push Your rosebud open in order to make its way out and into my waiting mouth.   This time I heard You fart and felt the vibration of Your ass cheeks.   A sudden blast of more liquefied caviar splashed down into my mouth and deep into my throat – I gagged but, unable to move to the side because of the Styrofoam block and, unable to lift my head up because Your regal ass was pinning my head down,  I could do nothing but swallow as fast and as frequently as I could until Your gift reduced to a drizzle from a torrent.  Eventually the ordeal is over as Your attempts to eject more of Your shit into my mouth just produce squirts of air and the occasional drip of liquid gold.

You lift Yourself off the bed and wipe Your ass with tissues from a box nearby.  You order me to open my mouth and place the fetid tissues inside before raising my head a few inches and stretching Your soiled panties over my head and face to prevent me from ejecting the tissues from my mouth.  You tell that, all in all, I did a reasonably good job and have almost proved my utter subservience to You.  However, You say, after many years of waiting for this golden (and brown) opportunity it would be a crime to simply say ?that’s it – mission accomplished?.  You tell me that You are going to leave me here overnight and will wash my face with Your first piss of the next morning before releasing me from the cling wrap prison I have been in since arriving.  I can then take a shower and spend the next day providing You with a manicure, a pedicure and several hours of relaxing massages.  The following day will be spent almost entirely worshipping Your feet and the day after, well, surprise surprise, toylet – You will be cling wrapped again, ready for Your second ultimate experience.  You look at me with a very stern demeanor and say ?Did you really think I would be satisfied with just one session to prove your subservience and obedience to your Owner and Goddess?  Dream on, your life will be full of surprises.?

The next morning You remove the panties from my head and I see that you were wearing red rubber elbow-length gloves and a red plastic raincoat, buttoned to the throat.  Pinching my nose hard to make me open my mouth You  thrust Your other hand into it and pull out what was left of the tissues.    Once ripped into several smaller lumps You place each one in my mouth and order me to swallow it – a difficult task as my mouth is dry from lack of a drink.  The texture and taste is awful and I feel like throwing up but, again, manage to avoid such a disaster.  You then tell me that I have successfully completed the first experience of the ‘ultimate test’ and the next couple of days will be devoted to serving You in whatever way You demand.  I am happy to now that the ordeal is over, at least for now, and this is confirmed  as You lift my head to remove the Styrofoam block.  To my surprise and a certain amount of fear You then take the roll of cling wrap and start to wrap it around my head.  I panic as I think You are about to suffocate me.  In fact, You drop my head down onto the rubber sheet and watch as I attempt to beg You to free me so I can breath.  You have a nasty smile on Your face and I notice You have place one of Your hands in Your crotch and gyrating slightly as my discomfort increases.  Just when I think I am about to die you take a small blade and cut a slit under my nostrils and I heave n a deep breath.  You then make  a slit through the cling-wrap from my neck to my ankles, peeling it away to the each side and, when done, You tell me to stand up.  I do this with difficulty as I have been completely immobilized for about 36 hours.  I realize that You wrapped my head to prevent any of the shit still on my face dropping on the floor. 

You direct me to the bathroom, where an old claw-foot bath sits at the side of the room, and order me to get in and then You remove the cling wrap from my face and slide me down so that my head is flat against the bottom of the tub and my feet are raised about two feet up the back wall against the taps.  You order me not to move and leave the room, returning a couple of minutes later with a the belt from a housecoat, probably the one You were wearing before putting on the plastic raincoat.  Within moments my feet are securely tied to the taps and the angle of my legs makes it virtually impossible to raise my head more than a few inches from the bottom of the tub – a very well planned method of immobilizing me yet again.     It’s a big old bath and You climb in, placing a foot on either side of my neck.    After a few moments You crouch a little closer to my face and a beautiful hot golden stream of Your piss gushes down.  I close my eyes and mouth but cannot prevent some going up my nose and into the back of my throat.   I cough and splutter but You do nothing to help me, in fact You lower Yourself closer to my face so the direction and pressure of Your piss is even more concentrated on my face which is now stinging from the assault of Your golden nectar.  Eventually Your piss comes to an end and I am able  to clear my throat and breathe properly again.  You tell me that there is still some of Your shit on my face so I will have to stay there until You have been able to wash it all off and that just might take a long time.

I had now been over two days without any food, other than Your offering and the thought of being left here, in this position, first made me begin to feel a little angry but, almost immediately, I realized that the life ahead of us was what I wanted more than anything else and any more discomfort was just part of the price I was paying for the privilege of being owned by You.  Yes, I am a masochist but even I began to think that I might have limits but quickly relegated them to the back of my mind, knowing that I wanted and needed Your abuse more than anything else in the world.

I am encouraged and maybe a little disappointed when, an hour or so later, You come back into the bathroom, drop Your pants and have a bowel movement in the toilet.  I begin to realize that perhaps I have ?passed the test? and we can move on to the next stage of our lives together.  Not so fast, though!  I had hardly reached this conclusion before You come over to the bath, climb over the side, put a foot on either side of my neck, squat down and order me to lick You clean.  Having survived the ?full meal deal? the day before this was quite easy to accomplish and the physical nearness or Your most intimate parts gave me a huge rush of pleasure and I knew that I could very easily serve You in this way for the rest of my life.  No sooner had I thought this when You suggest that this will be a regular occurrence.

You leave me in the bathtub for most of the rest of the day showering me with Your golden champagne on several occasions.  You finally decide that I am clean enough to have a shower (curious but true) and You untie my feet and allow me to stand up for the first time in many hours.  You  then hose me down with cold water and tell me to go to the big bedroom where I will find clothes to wear.  The clothes I find are a white t-shirt with the word TOYLET on the front and PROPERTY OF GODDESS K on the back and a pair of pink satin panties nestled on top.  That is the extent of the clothes You have provided for me and I realize that my submission to You will be complete in every single facet of our lives form this point forward.

You follow me into the bedroom and tell me that, contrary to what You had said before, I have satisfied Your urge and desire to have me eat Your shit and there will be no second session later in the week.  You tell me that, in general, my bathroom duties will be to lick You clean after each piss and lick Your asshole clean and spit out Your residue after each  and every shit You take.  You remind me that You are a qualified nurse and You will keep my health a top priority, mostly because You want me around to serve You and be humiliated by You for many more years to come.  You notice that I appear to breathe more easily on hearing this and immediately reinforce Your dominance by telling me that unsatisfactory behavior, at any time, can and will result in me being subjected to eating Your shit and that You will not hesitate to use this form of punishment as You really enjoyed doing it on this trip and, were it not for the potential risks involved, You could happily subject me to this treatment on a daily basis.

You then tell me to lower my panties and lay back on the bed, spreading my legs.    You are still wearing the red plastic raincoat that You take off and lay over my upper torso and head.  You order me to lay still and I feel something being wrapped around my left ankle, then the right one.  You have me tied to the legs of the bed and the I hear You move away form the bed, open a draw and return to my side.  I have the urge to throw off the raincoat to see what You are doing but know, from previous experience, that this could result in a severe thrashing – something that I have not had to endure this week, so far.  I feel your hands on my cock and balls and in what seems like just a few seconds I understand what You are doing.  You have placed me in a chastity device and, clearly, from the feeling as You clamp it on and I know that, from this time onwards, I will be constantly  reminded of the fact that I am nothing more than a submissive partner in a very serious FemmeDomme relationship by the weight and discomfort of the device.

For the rest of the week you are quite kind to me and I do spend much of the time providing You with a manicure, a pedicure and many massages.  Also, much to my pleasure You do require me to provide You with oral sex several times a day and I come to enjoy swallowing Your copious quantities of come each time You orgasm.  I have never experienced such a volume of female ejaculate any time before in my life and find this to be a real bonus and turn on in spite of the fact that the chastity device I am wearing causes me great pain if I become aroused, which I do on a regular basis.  You also enjoy having me lick Your ass during these sessions, not just as a service when You have taken a shit.  I find that I am more happy than at any time in my life and I am looking forward to spending the rest of my life with You and hoping, fervently, that You will always find new ways to enjoy humiliating me in order to satisfy Your innermost desires.

I particularly enjoyed the day before we returned to the city when You ordered me to

FINAL NOTES:

I apologize for the unfinished statement on the previous page but Karen (for obvious reasons I have not used her proper name) came in and took my account from me with no opportunity to finish even the sentence I was writing.

The account was written on a Brother electronic typewriter – a relic of the past already – I have faithfully transcribed it here for submission to BDSM Library

Ages:   When I met Karen at the BDSM party I was 39 years old and she was 52. The fact that she was 13 years older than me was the biggest turn-on for me when we first met as, at that party, she addressed me as ?boy?.  I had always been attracted to older women but this was my first real-life experience and caused me to throw caution to the wind.  Once I had ‘passed the test’ and she allowed me to marry her I was told to quit my job to devote my entire life to serving her.  She continued working as a senior nurse at a major hospital.

Her training led her to believe that, if properly monitored, I could attend to her darkest desires and not suffer any long-term consequences.  After that one-week trip I only very rarely had to eat her shit (either when I had thoroughly annoyed her or she had had a particularly bad experience at work) and only twice in the eight years we were together did I suffer even mild discomfort from consuming her waste.  NOTWITHSTANDING  THIS readers should not assume that this is a safe practice and should proceed with extreme caution.

Her statement that I would never experience another orgasm was completely true for the entire eight years.  She did remove my seminal fluid about once a month (for prostate health reasons) but this was both a painful and humiliating experience and I never came remotely close to having an orgasm, ever. 

When I was dumped for the younger guy I had just had my 47th birthday and Karen was now 60 years old.  I  had learned by then that I was her third husband and that the previous ones had also been living with her under the same, or similar, conditions.  Although I was deeply in love with her (and totally in awe of her) the love was not reciprocated and it was frequently made known to me that I was there for her pleasure only and not for her love.   At 60 she was certainly beginning to show her age, having put on a lot of weight and showing a few facial wrinkles etc. etc. but I was still totally in awe of her and would have continued to serve her whatever time did to her.  My life came apart when she told me I was being replaced by a younger man.  My only pleasure (if you could call it that) was that he only lasted about three years before she dumped him and, likely due to health reasons, moved in with her daughter and son-in-law.  Although I never had any direct contact with her again after being dumped, I continued to love her and would have been ready to move back with her in an instant if she had ever contacted me but, alas, she did not.  She died in 2007 aged 72. 

I have added these comments in order, I sincerely hope, to confirm to BDSM Library readers that this is not a work of fiction but an actual account of one week in my life that was the precursor to the eight happiest years of my life.  As mentioned at the start I have been blessed with a couple of very mild FemmeDomme relationships since but with neither of them coming close this wonderful experience.  I am still interested and actively looking for another owner to stimulate me into writing more fiction.

I sincerely hope that readers of my fiction offerings, particularly those waiting for more chapters of ?Final Tour?,   will find the above to be interesting if not as dark as my stories.  I have posted this by way of an apology for not being able to write more during the past year or so as I have been overcoming a serious health issue.  It is my wish to continue with ?Final Tour? when I am better able to do so.

Nick