2 comments/ 46631 views/ 12 favorites Sandra's True Nature By: Bernie54 This story is about scat, golden showers and a female dominating a male submissive. If this is not what you wish to read about I am sure that you can find another story more to your liking on this great site. ***** They were an average couple without children. They had married in college. Sandra was 5 feet 8 inches, turning thirty. Long blond hair, blue eyes with an hourglass figure. She was recently promoted to treasurer of a large corporation but her business trips had taken their toll on her marriage. She had started to enjoy female domination and scat web sites when she was away. He was slightly shorter than her at 5 feet 6 inches, thirty one. Balding and growing a beer belly. He was a computer expert monitoring the systems of a large bank. He was the lazy one, he would hardly pick up behind himself. He spent way too much time playing video games and eating junk. He was not as assertive as his wife from whom he unsuccessfully tried to keep is submissive nature hidden. After ten years of slowly drifting apart they had reached a turning point. Friday night Sandra woke up in the middle of the night. Once more she was alone in bed wondering where Bernie was. They had argued about the time he spent playing games. She got out of bed and went to their computer room, intrigue by the rapid staccato of the keys. He had earphones on listening to music. He did not realize that she was behind him. She started reading over his shoulder. She was surprise about the story of a red hair teacher and her almost too late student for a history class unfolding on the screen. "What are you doing?" She asked poking him on the shoulder. He almost jumped out of his chair and minimized his word processor screen. "Nothing." He answered blushing. "Who is this red hair teacher?" She asked him frowning. "No one. She is a fictional character. In a silly story." He stuttered. "Are you trying to make me believe that you write fiction?" She asked. "Yeah... Euh... Well you see I could not find stories to my liking so I wrote a few for fun. Surprisingly they were accepted for publication on a web site." He mumbled. "I would like to read them Bernie. What is the name of that site?" She asked him curious about his obvious embarrassment. "Euh. It is Literotica.com. You will not like them Sandra. They are far fetch fantasies." He answered feeling cornered. "Let me be the judge of that Bernie. They should be good if they were accepted. They are your fantasies, you wrote them." She said. "I guess." He answered. "Move I want to see by myself." She said. She was on the site in no time and was looking at all the categories. "Ha! I am not good enough for you. You have to read sex stories to get excited." She said acidly. "No! it's not what you think Sandra." He said. "How do I get to those stories you wrote?" She asked dryly. "Search by authors. My name is Bernie54." He answered. He felt so bad. He had not intended for his wife to find out about this. She would be so disgusted by those scat stories. The way their marriage was evolving she would ask for a divorce. He was sure of it. His bladder sent him to the bathroom. She had read Michele's slave. She was very surprised to say the least. So these stories were to his liking. His fondness for her legs and ass made more sense now. As an expert at cunnilingus, she still had strong orgasms every time he would go down on her, even after ten years; at least he was still passionate about that. She thought. She was aware of his submissive nature but the story she had read was providing a lot of information on how far she could go. The idea of scat was attractive to her. She had wanted to try it for a long time now, so if he wished to be a toilet she would gladly help him. She was already deciding for them all the time. Therefore, to dominate him would not be a big step to take and it would be fun. It appealed to her cruel side. Having decided to enslave him she turned around thinking he was still behind her. "Honey where are you?" She called. He sheepishly walked in the room. His head bowed. "Are you all right?" She asked him. "Yes I am. Are you mad at me for writing these stories?" He asked pointing at the screen. "No, I am not mad Bernie. I am happy to have a look at your most secret wishes. I think we should talk." She said. He sat down on a chair facing her. "Have you ever lived one of these scenarios?"She asked. "No I have not cheated on you if that is what you mean." He answered on the defensive. "That is not what I mean. I want to know if you would like to live as your character in Michele's slave?" She asked. "I still love you. I would not betray you with somebody else." He said. "Who is talking of somebody else? I like the idea of having a slave at my beck and call. I would be your Mistress and you would do everything for me. Like in that first story I read." Sandra said looking in his eyes. "Oh! I thought that you wanted to share me like in the story." He said. "Maybe that will happen somewhere in time. Right now Bernie; I am asking if you would like to be my slave?" She asked. "Sandra do you really mean that?"" He asked her wide eyed. "Yes dear I do." Sandra said. "Oh! Yes. I am willing to try." He said. She let pass the trying part. She would not turn back it was all or nothing. "Do you understand to what you are agreeing to? " She asked. "Yes! I do. " He said smiling. "I have some doubts that you do not. I want you to think about what you are choosing for yourself. You will have to obey all my orders without hesitations. I will use and abuse you for my pleasure. You might not like it and there will be no safe word to bail you out. I will have no mercy." She said seriously. "I understand no safe word." He answered. "You understand that if I like doing something to you I will keep doing it. I will please myself regardless of your let say... comfort." She said, thinking about toilet sex. "I understand." He said. "I had a lot of time to read about female domination during my travels. So this is your last chance to bail out. I am asking you for the last time: are you still willing to be my slave?" She asked again. "Yes Sandra! I will be your slave. You're the best!" He said moving to kiss her. She pushed him away. "So be it! It is the week end so why don't we start now. We can make adjustment to our new relationship as we progress. From now on it is Mistress Sandra to you my slave. Get in the bed." She ordered. They went to the bedroom. He got in bed before her with a big erection. "On your back." She ordered. She sat on his chest and moved her cunt to his mouth. "Work your magic slave." She ordered. After coming hard on his face a few times, she was recuperating lying down on him. Her bladder signaled its fullness, she would have to get up and go to the toilet. Unless she was to use him. After all he had to start his training sometime. "Keep your mouth open my slave. We will try something new." She said sitting up to position her cunt on his mouth again. She had to concentrate. She squirted a little bit of pee in his mouth. "Swallow it. There is more to come." She said. He was surprise by the acrid taste. She would try to fill his mouth and stop. This was fun; his lips were still exciting her. She lifted herself a little and let go some more. When it sounded like a filled bottle she stopped. "Hurry up, swallow I am not done yet." She ordered. He grunted in her cunt. He did not like the taste of her pee. It was strong tasting and salty. The harsh reality of living his fantasy was catching up with him. "Stop grunting! Don't move or you will make a mess in my bed." She said. She was enjoying this more than she had expected. It would be even better when he would keep up with her flow. "Lick me clean my slave. I loved peeing in your mouth, so you will drink all my piss from now on." She informed him. His mouth was busy cleaning her cunt. He drank her juices; she was going to come again. When she dismounted from his face he said; "Sandra I don't..." Slap! She hit him on his right cheek. "First: it is Mistress Sandra to you! Second: you will do as commanded, remember you agreed to it. I enjoyed peeing in your mouth so I will use you as my toilet whenever I want to." She informed him. "Also you will speak only when spoken to. If you need to ask a question you will ask for the permission to speak first. Do you understand slave?" She asked him frowning. "Yes Mistress. " He answered his right cheek on fire. "Permission to speak?" He asked tentatively. "Granted." She answered. "But I don't like the taste of your pee Mistress." He said. "That was in the story you wrote, wasn't it?" She asked him. "Yes SSS... Yes Mistress Sandra." He answered, correcting himself just in time. "As my slave your new goal in life is to please me. I enjoy it, so you should be happy to drink my piss. In your stories your character is enjoying it. Isn't it?" She asked. "Yes Mistress, but." He started to reply. "No but, slave. I liked it, so you liked it." She said. "Yes Mistress." He answered in a low voice. She laid face down on the bed. "Good. Now let's start educating that mouth of yours. Lick my ass and dig deep. When I will be asleep you should do the dishes and wash the kitchen floor." She ordered. He knelt between her legs and started by kissing and licking her ass cheeks before moving to her crack and dig in for her asshole. He loved that beautiful ass of hers. Should she try shitting in his mouth? It was too soon for that even if he definitely loved licking her asshole, judging by the way he was rimming her. She decided, as she drifted to sleep, to start his training by having him lick her ass clean after using the toilet. It would be his first step his toilet training. Saturday She woke up in mid morning feeling great. She had relieved some of that accumulated sexual tension. She would not feel obliged to have sex unless she chose to. Better it would be on her terms. There would be a lot of oral sex for sure. She thought. The kitchen was spotless, he had obeyed her. She poured a glass of orange juice and called him. "Slave, come here." He came out of the computer room. "I want eggs, toast and coffee for breakfast." She ordered. Everything was on the table when she came back from her shower. She ate her breakfast with him standing silently in the corner, watching her. "We have to talk slave so I give you the permission to speak." She said. "Thank you Mistress Sandra." He answered. "You are my slave and as such I want you naked in the house at all time. So get naked now." He stripped on the spot. "That's good slave." She complimented him, satisfied of his obedience. "Now kneel down. Your head should never be higher than mine." She ordered When he was on his knees she continued; "As of today you will do all the household chores, cook all the meals and go grocery shopping. You will have to hand washed my underwear and stockings." She said. "But Mistress Sandra you are a better cook than I am, and how do I hand wash your underwear?" He asked. "As for the cooking you should improve in time if you put in enough efforts. As for my underwear. It is simple you will use your mouth to suck out whatever is in them. Then you throw them in the sink and use a bar of soap with water. Finally you hang them up to dry in the bathroom." She answered. "Yes Mistress." He answered. "Come with me. Your tongue will be my toilet paper." She said getting up. He followed her thinking about the story he had wrote. "I loved peeing in you. At some point in time I intend to use you as my full service toilet slave." She informed him. "But Mistress Sandra I..." He stuttered stopping short under her glare. "In your story, wasn't the slave toilet trained?" She asked. "Yes Mistress." He answered in a low voice. "In your story, didn't the slave enjoy being a toilet?" She asked. "Yes Mistress." He answered. "Isn't that your fantasy to be the slave of your stories?" She asked. "Yes Mistress." He mumbled. "Good! That's settled. Get use to the idea that you will be trained as a full service toilet. Learn to enjoy it. You will live your dream." She said entering the bathroom. She sat on the toilet. She tried to squeeze her ass cheeks on her stools as they were coming out. She wanted to make her ass tastier for him. When she was done, she stood up and turned her back to him. "On your knees and lick my ass clean. It should be tastier than licking my asshole."She ordered. He was opening her ass cheeks with his hands when she ordered; "No hands, slave. Only your face and tongue are to touch my ass for now." He pushed his face in between her ass cheeks and she wiggled her ass from left to right to wedge his face in deeper. Her ass was smellier and tasted stronger. He had never tasted so much of her shit before. He heaved a little. He licked her asshole and then her crack before sitting down on his heels. "You forgot to push your tongue in my asshole slave." She said over her shoulder. He pushed his face in her ass again and started to rim her. She pushed him back when she was satisfied. "Put your head in the bowl and breathe in. Think about the future, when you will swallow my stools." She said. He was incredulous. He had almost thrown up only cleaning her ass. In his dreams it was a lot easier. The stink of her shit was not helping him to keep his breakfast down. "Keep on doing this, I will come back. Don't you dare to flush the toilet." She ordered stepping out of the room. She sat down at the computer and started to write up a permanent list of his chores. He was so naïve to think that they would only try this, it felt so natural. She was a dominant woman and she enjoyed having him at her service. In time he would tank her for his new life, if it wasn't spontaneous she would force him to. She thought amused. It would be harder to make him do what he considered as an unpleasing task. She would need something to force him. Yeap! She needed to go to the sex shop. She started to make another list on her phone. After an hour, it seemed to him that he had his head in the bowl for an eternity. Then he heard her walk in. "Clean your mouth, slave. A friendly advice: you should start stocking up on mouthwash." She said laughing. When he was done she ordered; "On your knees slave. Pull down my panties and keep your mouth open." She said as she was lifting her dress. He knelt in front of her and pulled down her panties. She straddled his mouth and started her flow. "Try making a seal with your mouth around my lips. Then swallow as it is coming out." She ordered She had read somewhere that it would help him keep up with her flow that way. Feeling his lips around her sex was still exciting. She had to concentrate to keep on peeing. He felt his mouth starting to fill up. He opened his throat and swallowed a little. He took a deep breath and swallowed some more. He was barely keeping up with her. "That's it my pet I am done. On your back I want you to eat me." She ordered, bending her knees to sit on his chest. Then she positioned her sex on his mouth. She came a few times on his face before getting up. "I left a to do list on your computer. I have some errands to run; I will be back for dinner. Don't touch yourself. Behave or else." She said walking out. He was left with his hard on. It had been exciting to read and write about toilet slavery, he liked the humiliation, but in real life the taste was so awful. She had showed no mercy, he thought, as he was brushing his teeth. Knowing that she liked using him was exciting. He wondered what she meant by behave or else, as he went to his computer to print the list. She drove to the mall and ate a light lunch. She search for nearby sex-shops on her phone and chose one about three blocks from her house. "Good afternoon." The perky red hair saleswoman said as Sandra walked in the store. She took her time to look around. She was looking at the short whips unable to decide, picking one up in her hand replacing it, then another one, replacing it. "Can I help you?" The saleswoman offered. "Maybe you can. I can't make up my mind." Sandra answered. "What do you want to achieve with it?" The saleswoman asked smiling. "I want to apply some persuasion on my slave husband. It has to sting. I want him to fear it." Sandra answered. "Is your slave hard headed? Does he refuse or argue your orders?" The saleswoman asked. "No, we have started our new way of life last night, but I have something planed that he might refuse to do. Mind you, it was in the stories he wrote. He said they were fantasies of his." Sandra answered. "Ok. Here, I recommend this one." The saleswoman said presenting a short flexible whip. Sandra hit her left hand lightly with it. "I have the same at home. We call it the rectifier. I guarantee that he will do anything to avoid it. It worked wonders on my slave. "The saleswoman said. "Can I ask you what your slave refused to do?" Sandra asked swinging the whip in the air. "Oh. I was toilet training him and he was refusing my solids. It took me four weeks to break him. It was painful on his ass and back. Now he performs as if he likes it." The saleswoman said, her green eyes sparkling. "That's exactly what I want to do with him. I want to train him as a full service toilet." Sandra said. "It's very enjoyable to use a human toilet." The saleswoman said. "This morning, I started his training by having him lick my ass clean after using the toilet. He almost threw up. He hardly consumed any shit, yet." Sandra said. "I would suggest; a lot of face sitting with his tongue in your asshole. You should also fart in his mouth to educate it. I still do this with my slave just for the fun of it." The saleswoman said. "Duly noted. I'll add up beans on the grocery list. I have to say that his tongue and mouth are working magic on me. He's really an expert at cunnilingus." Sandra said. "Does he drink your pee?" The saleswoman asked. "I started to pee in his mouth after my orgasms and he doesn't like it. He told me that it tasted bad."Sandra said giggling. "Have some asparagus at lunch one day. He will stop complaining about the taste afterward." The saleswoman said almost laughing. Sandra was at the cash register paying for a ball gag, black corset, fishnet nylons, garter belt, handcuffs, a few toys and of course the whip. "Maybe you would like to read some of his stories-fantasies?" Sandra asked the saleswoman. "Sure. It's always good to look at some other ideas. Where can I find them?" The saleswoman asked. Sandra gave her the address of the web site and the name to which they were registered. "It's not Shakespeare, but it's readable. Buy the way I am Sandra" She said introducing herself. "I am Nikki." The saleswoman answered. "Thanks for everything Nikki." Sandra said picking up her bag. "Come again Sandra." Nikki said. "You can bet on it." Sandra said walking out. On the drive home, Sandra was drawing plans to transform the room in the basement into a dungeon. He would be able to do it in his spare time. For tonight, they would play on the old exercise bench that was supposed to keep him in shape. She was impatient to test her whip. He heard her car in the driveway and quickly stripped. "Honey I am home." She said when she was in the kitchen. He went to greet her. "Hello Mistress Sandra."He said on his knees. "My bladder his full again. Take off my panties." She said lifting the helm of her dress. Sandra's True Nature He pulled her panties down to her ankles and she stepped out them before straddling his mouth. "Remember to keep your lips on me." She said as she was starting to pee. He was a fast learner, she thought. Because she was not trying to slow down her flow and he was not struggling to keep up. If he could spill some, she would have a good excuse to punish him. Any how she would whip him tonight. The purpose being for him to learn about the consequences if he dared to disobey. She thought. She took a step back and ordered; "I want pasta tonight! Make some." Then she turned around, grabbed her bag and went to the bed room. By the time dinner was served, she had read all of his stories. His characters were the slave she wanted to have. They were all submissive to a strong woman. They would do almost anything right away. Sometimes when they refuse, a little persuasion, and they would finally succumb to the will of their Mistress and do whatever they were reluctant to. He was those slaves. Those stories were like a list of what he wanted. Those stories were the key to open the door to her darker side. The recurring idea of offering his services to other women was interesting, she would see. "Dinner is serve Mistress." Broke in her train of thoughts. He was pouring the wine and before he sat down she said; "Be a gentlemen, pull my chair." "Yes Mistress." He answered standing behind her chair. As he was sitting down she took his glass of wine and said smiling; "You are not to drink wine with your meal slave. I promise that you will drink mine later." "Miss...Permission to speak?" He remembered to ask. "Yes slave." She answered expecting him to argue. "Can I have a glass of water then?" He asked. "Yes you can." She granted, "You made good pasta slave. See your cooking is not that bad." He had been attentive filling her glass, when it was empty, getting more bread when the basket was empty. "You should check you're to do list every day, I will add to it. You are to take notice without me having to tell you." She told him sipping her wine. "Yes Mistress." He answered as he was clearing the dishes. She went to the bedroom to get her bag as he was finishing in the kitchen. "Let's go to the basement. We will use your exercise bench." She ordered. When they were at the exercise bench, she had him lie face down. She took handcuffs in her bag, to attach his hands and feet to the bench. "You look good in that position slave. Now open your mouth." She said as she was adjusting the ball gag. He was worried of what was coming; he tried to speak, then to scream. The sounds were coming out muffled. "I don't understand a word slave. I will be back." She said. She changed in her black corset with a garter belt holding her fishnet stocking. Then she put on bright red lipstick. She had her makeup accentuating her blue piercing eyes. Her stiletto heel knee high boots were completing the ensemble. She was stunning. He heard the clicks of her heels and turned his head. He stopped breathing when he saw her. She was The Mistress of his dream. He had a hard on instantly. She walked to him and grabbed his erection. "So you like what you see." She said. "Hummpf." Was all he could answer. "Good. Now we can proceed. I did order you this morning: your head should never be higher than mine. At dinner tonight you should have moved on your knees, when I was seated. I think you should learn of the consequences when you disobey a direct order." She said digging in her bag to retrieve the whip. "Meet the enforcer." She said showing the whip to him. He was struggling on the bench, his eyes wide. Shaking his head. "You have earned five lashes. I will be lenient and avoid your balls, since this is your first time." She said. He was so scared. He had never felt so helpless in his life. He did not know what pain was until he felt the sting of the first lash. "Hummmmpf" He screamed as loud as he could. She saw him struggle on the bench and heard his pleasing muffled scream. "That's one." She said, before hitting him again. He had the impression that is nerves were on fire. The pain in his ass was pulsing to the rhythm of his heartbeat. The tears were swelling up in his eyes. Then the pain was there again. "Two" She said slowly walking around him. He looked at her with tears in his eyes. He started to sob when he received the third one. "Three" She said enjoying this very much. Still sobbing he was concentrating against the pain that was coming. His meager defenses were submerged by the next wave of pain making him cry harder. "Four" She said. He was biting in his gag hoping that it would help him. He was submerged again. This was the worst hit. "Five. It's over slave. Now it's time to please me." She said. Pleased with the welts on his ass she freed his hands and feet and ordered; "On your back!" He obeyed as fast as he could. She reattached him to the bench. His ass was hurting and he was trying to find a comfortable position. She removed his ball gag amused by his fidgeting. "Here slave as promised; my wine." She said sitting on his chest and positioning her cunt on his mouth. He was panicking. He had never drunk any liquids lying down on his back. He glued his mouth to her lips and swallowed as fast as he could nearly choking on it. "Lick me clean and try to make me come." She ordered when she was done. Her juices were drenching his face. She had loved whipping him. It had been exciting to watch him struggle, cry and hear his muffled screams. It would be so much fun having him eat her shit, she thought, as she was climaxing on his face again. After recuperating, she got up turned around and sat back on his chest. Looking at him over her shoulder, she said; "I want you to smell my ass, and then you are to put your tongue in my asshole as far as it will go." Having her ass in his face gave him a hard on. Then he felt her hands on him, gently masturbating him, as she was sitting more heavily on his face. She kept him on the edge. Then after about an hour she got up. "Now it's your turn slave." She said, sitting on his chest and backing up to his erect penis. She lifted herself enough to guide him in her hungry vagina. Once she had engulfed his penis, she started to ride him. He was so excited. He felt that she was going to come again. He looked at her face, then her breasts firmly pushed up by the corset, and when he felt her contract her vagina he shot his load. They were breathing hard. After resting a little, she moved her cunt back to his mouth. "Clean me slave!" She ordered. He was hesitating to eat his own sperm. "Do you want me to use the enforcer?" She asked, looking at him between her thighs. She saw fear in his eyes, as he darted his tongue out and licked her clean. He knew she would have to pee. She always had to after a good fuck. So the taste of his sperm would be washed out of his mouth. He preferred the taste of her pee. She was satisfied with herself. He was afraid of the whip now. The sole mention of it and he had eaten his first of many cream pies. She would leave him here to savor it. She would get him before going to bed. "See you later slave." She said getting up and walking away. All he could see was her ass on top of those superb legs moving away from him. She came back an hour later. He was almost asleep. So, she sat suddenly on his chest making him lose his breath. She got up and freed him from his restraints. "Go wash up and join me in bed." She ordered. He brushed his teeth and used mouthwash before getting to bed. "On your back, I need to pee." She straddled his face and started to pee. When she was done she lay face down in bed and said; "Lick my ass until I fall asleep. Don't wash your mouth after, it should help educate it." He knelt between her legs, kissed her ass cheeks, and then he licked her crack before plunging his tongue in her asshole. He had just fallen asleep when she woke him up. "Your breath stinks. You should sleep at the foot of the bed." "Yes San...Mistress." He mumbled, grabbing his pillow. Sunday He woke up wondering what he was doing at the foot of the bed with her feet in his face. Then his ass reminded him of the whipping. He was living his stories. He was the slave of his beloved wife. His stunning Mistress. How could she be so cruel? She pulled the covers off and looked at him. "You are awake. Good. Pancakes for breakfast, but first on your back." She sat on his mouth and let go. Her stream was strong as was the taste this morning. After licking her clean, he went to the kitchen. He was putting a pile of pancakes, interlace with small pieces of butter, on the table when she walked in. He pulled her chair and knelt down to make sure that his head was lower than hers. She liked the welts on his ass. Maybe she should have given him ten lashes. It had been so much fun, enhancing her climax afterward. She would have other occasion to punish him. She thought. When she had finished her coffee, she said; "Come with me I need your tongue to wipe my ass." They went to the bathroom and she squeezed her cheeks on her stools again. He had to educate his mouth. She thought. "Dig in my slave. Lick me clean." She ordered. He pushed his face in her ass and cleaned it. The taste was not as bad as yesterday. "Now, kneel in front of the bowl and put your hands behind it." She said. He did as ordered. She handcuffed his hands behind the bowl. "Put your head in the bowl. Breathe in! It will help you in your training."She said laughing at the disgusted expression on his face. He put his head down and smelled the stink of her feces. "Now stick your tongue out and touch one stool." She ordered. He was reluctant to do that. Putting his tongue in her asshole was erotic; eating shit in a toilet bowl was not. She swung the whip in the air. The swooshing sound was enough to convince him. He stuck his tongue out and touched a cold wet stool. "I will come back in an hour. I want you to keep on touching them. It will help you to get use to the taste. You will progress faster in your training." She said walking out. He smelled them. Then he touched another one, the taste was stronger than ever. He fought his gag reflex and managed to keep his breakfast. It would be such an intimate gesture to have her shit in his mouth, however disgusting it might be. He had pictured her in his mind doing just that. He had ejaculated often on that strong image. "Wash up and get started on your chores." She ordered smiling. She went back to her computer and tried to read. He was so docile. He would be easy to toilet train. Peeing in him, knowing it was one way, was very enjoyable for her. Better to give than to receive they said. She thought. Get to work lady you have an early meeting tomorrow, she said to herself. Around noon, after mowing the lawn, he went to her on all four. Liking his subservient position. "Permission to speak?" He asked. "Yes, what do you want?" She answered in a distracted voice. "Would you like a tuna salad for lunch Mistress?" He asked. "That's fine slave. Bring it to me with iced tea." She answered. He prepared the lunch and when he got to the door of her study, he knelt down and brought the food to her. "Get back to work slave." She said dismissing him. He was not hungry, anyway. So, he started washing her car. He had printed the list again this morning to make sure that he would not miss any items on it. As he was finishing applying the second coat of wax on her car, she sneaked up on him. "On your knees slave." She ordered, startling him. He obeyed. When he lifted her dress he noticed that she was not wearing underwear. "I have read your other stories slave. I like that you will be all those slaves in one. So, from now on you will kiss me when we leave or when we meet each other." She said as she was peeing. When she was done, he licked her clean. "I am going back to work." She said turning around and staying in place. He was getting to his feet when she asked; "What are you doing?" "Getting in position to kiss you Mistress." He answered. "Don't you remember what you wrote? You have to French kiss my asshole, slave." She said. He got back to his knees and pushed his face in her ass. He French kissed her asshole until she was satisfied. "Back to work slave." She ordered when she left. He had the light taste of her shit in his mouth as he was fixing the backyard fence door. When he was done, he started preparing hamburgers for dinner. He served their plates and went to get her. As soon that she was seated he got to his knees. They ate in silence. She was still concentrated on her tablet. "When you are done here join me in the living room." She said standing up. At least we are not going to the basement, he thought. His ass would be sore for a few days. It would be tough at the office tomorrow. He went to the living room on his knees. "Ah! There you are. Lie down on the couch. I want your head in the middle of the seat." She ordered. When he was in position. She sat down on his chest and straddled him. Then she pulled up her dress. Looking over her shoulder she instructed him; "I will sit on your face. I want your tongue back there as far as it will go. Do not close your mouth." She positioned her asshole on his mouth and felt his tongue going in. He was breathing through her ass crack. He pulled back his tongue to swallow a little bit of saliva, when he felt warm air slowly filling his mouth. Then it reached his throat and came back up in his nose letting him savor the full stink of her fart. He heaved and started to struggle beneath her ass. "Stop it slave! This will educate your mouth." She said in a stern voice. She was enjoying the ride. She felt him gag on her first fart. So, she sat up more heavily on his face. He was trying to breath in fresh air. Her dress was making some kind of a tent around him. Keeping the scent in. "Get your tongue back in there." She ordered. He was calming down. His gag reflex had passed. He stuck his tongue out again. "Deeper slave." She ordered. He pushed it in as far as he could. She was lightly closing her anus on it playing with him. She passed another gas when he pulled his tongue out again. This time he knew what to expect and he didn't react as strongly. Nikki was right she thought. This was fun. He could not escape and she was feeding him her farts. The taste was awful. He felt like her farts were invading his whole body. He could not breathe anything else. She turned on the television and watched it for a couple of hours, seated on his face feeding him a few farts. She finally stood up. "Get ready for bed. Don't wash your mouth. Also shave your face." She ordered. He got up feeling a little dizzy. His face felt hot and his tongue was tired. He was taking deep breath of fresh air, hoping to get rid of that awful taste. He used the toilet, shaved and joined her in bed. "You will have to shave twice a day slave. You beard stubbles are irritating my soft skin when you kiss me. Now let me feel that smoothed face in my ass." She ordered over her shoulder. When she was asleep he lay at her feet and slept like a log. A week later The week had gone by, very fast. She had sat on his face every evening. Repeating the fart eating session on Monday. Every night, he would have to stick his tongue in her asshole and rim her. He would get home about a half hour before her. He would prepare their dinner. Then he would greet her at the door, French kiss her asshole and then she would pee in him. They would dine in silence. She had him cut back on his portion at dinner. He could not munch on junk as before so he felt a little hunger all the time. Every evening, he had spent an hour smelling her shit attached to the toilet after licking her ass clean. He was kind of getting used to the taste of her shit, with all the little pieces that he had to eat, while cleaning her. Friday night "Come with me ass wipe." She ordered standing up after dinner. They went to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and pushed her stool out with him kneeling beside her. "Clean me." She ordered, pushing her ass in his face. When he was done and she was handcuffing him to the toilet she said; "Time to step up your training!" He had dreamed of what the next steps would be. "You are to lick my stool in the bowl. Get to it slave."She ordered. He looked at the stools and he hesitated. "Should I get the enforcer slave?" She asked him. He didn't want the whip. His ass had been sore for three days. He slowly stuck his tongue out and touched a cold wet stool. "I said lick it!" She screamed at him. He licked the first one, then the other. He was moving his head along licking the whole length of each stool. His tongue was coated in her shit. He would have to swallow some saliva soon. "Come on, clean your tongue. Pull it back in your mouth." She said. He did. He got the full flavor of her shit. It was stronger than when he was cleaning her ass but not worse. He swallowed. He expected his gag reflex to kick in but it did not. Thinking of what he was doing, he started to get an erection. "Again." She ordered. He put his head in the bowl and coated his tongue some more. The taste was awful, but he was getting used to it. He had secretly wished for this. "I can see that you like this slave." She said, looking at his erected penis. She was happy that the training was going so well. Although she would have to invent an excuse to whip him again. He was excited. It didn't taste as bad as he had expected. He was performing better than expected, so she decided to move to the next level. "Suck one stool in your mouth slave." She ordered. He put his lips on the tip on the first stool and started to suck it in his mouth. When it stop going in. He heard; "Bite into it." He did and started chewing without being told. The taste was surprisingly neutral. He swallowed and suck some more in his mouth. "You are doing great slave!" She complimented him. He repeated the process until the bowl was empty. "Great tomorrow, I will feed you directly. I can hardly wait." She said excitedly. He had done it. He was not feeling his hunger anymore. "Clean your mouth. Then on your back." She ordered. After cleaning his mouth, he lay on the cold bathroom floor and she straddled his face lowering her cunt to his mouth. She was already wet when his lips reached hers. He attacked her clitoris and sucked hard on it making her moan. He did not let go of it until she came on his face. She was seated on his chest as he was slowly cleaning her delightful juices. He was so thorough that he got her started again. After a few orgasms on his face, she stood up. "On the couch. I have some reading to do."She ordered. "Permission to speak?" "Yes." She answered. "I badly need to pee Mistress." He said. "Go. I am so happy with your performance I will wait for you in the living room." She answered smiling. After a few hours on the couch, with her seated on his face, she got up and said; "Bedtime. You may use the toilet." He joined her in the bedroom. "You know the drill." She said over her shoulder. He went in her ass and pushed his tired tongue in her. When she was asleep he nearly collapsed at her feet. Saturday She tore off the covers and said excitedly; "Wake up slave. It's The day." He slowly came out of his slumber. He opened his eyes to the sight of her cunt coming toward his face. He opened his mouth and waited for her pee. When he was done cleaning her, she moved her asshole to his open mouth and farted in it. Sandra's True Nature "Take it as a taste of what's to come." She said laughing, as she was getting out of bed. He went to the kitchen and prepared their eggs, toasts and coffee. He was serving her plate when she walked in. He got to his knees to keep his head lower than hers. She leisurely ate her breakfast. "Go through your chore list before having a light lunch slave. Then come and find me." She ordered. "Yes Mistress." He answered. She stood up and went in the shower. He dressed up and started on the lawn. Then he proceeded to the next chore until he had completed the list. It was mid afternoon, when he made a; bacon, lettuce, tomato sandwich. He was nervous. She was cruel with him and he loved it. He was living his secret dreams. He put the dishes away and went to find her. She was finishing applying her makeup. Her bright red sensual lips were accentuating the whiteness of her perfect teeth. She turned her head to look at him when she heard him sharply draw a breath in. "I can see that you like what you see." She said lowering her eyes toward his erection. She was seated in front of her mirror, dressed in her black corset that pushed up her breasts and accentuated her thin waist. Her fishnet stocking held by her garter belt. Her knee high boots on the floor beside her. "Stand up beside me." She ordered. She took a small ring and closed it at the base of his twitching cock. "Here you will be able to pleasure me as much as I want. Now back on your knees." She ordered. She stood up and straddled his mouth to pee in it. When she was done, she turned around and pushed her ass in his face. "Kiss me slave." She ordered. He put his lips around her asshole and French kissed her asshole. When she was satisfied she said; "Go fix my diner." She sat back in front of her mirror. At last the moment was coming; she could feel a healthy bowel movement coming. Ah! The advantage of regularity. She thought. She ate her diner with him kneeling beside her. "Put away the dishes. Then join me in the basement at our bench." She said standing up. She was beside the bench waiting for him. "On your back slave." She ordered. When she had handcuffed him to it, she sat on his chest and moved her cunt to his mouth to pee. Then she moved her asshole to his mouth and opened her tights to look in his eyes. She saw his desire and it enhance her pleasure. That was the moment he had dreamed about for so long. Against all hope it was here. He looked back into her sparkling blue eyes. She felt his lips on her asshole, his breath on her cunt, then his tongue going in. She started to push. She was so excited, but she refrained from touching her cunt. She wanted to savor this moment. He felt her first stool on the tip of his tongue; he chose to remain in contact with it as he was slowly pulling out. Then it was in his mouth, pushing at the back of his throat, which he opened to swallow her turd easily. She kept looking in his eyes, as she was feeling his tongue getting out and his lips opening to accommodate her stool. His eyes were almost closed. He was enjoying the utmost humiliation. The taste was as he had expected, but better than the cold turds in the bowl. His penis was twitching and his balls felt so full. "Look at me slave" She ordered in a strained voice. He opened his eyes. She was pushing a second one in his mouth that he hurriedly swallowed. "Put your tongue back in slave." She ordered. He put it in as far as he could and started to rim her. He felt another turd coming his way. It had been better than in his dream. He had been used by his gorgeous wife and her juices were drenching his face. After she was done, she remained seated. It had been so satisfying to debase him like this. The best part was that she would repeat this almost every day. Now he needed to wash his mouth, she needed it. He came back with a clean mouth and she restrained him again. "I want you to give me an orgasm." She ordered, as she was positioning her wet cunt on his mouth. After coming hard on his face a few times, she needed a fuck. She back up to his twitching penis and engulfed it in her vagina. He moaned when he felt the furnace of her sex approaching his. He moaned louder when he penetrated her. He was living through his penis that was imprisoned in that velvet sheath. He needed to come his balls were aching. She rode him to her own climax enjoying his moaning. When she dismounted him he nearly screamed in frustration. "Behave slave or I will gag you." She threatened. She sat her asshole on his mouth and removed the ring. Then she masturbated him. He came almost on the spot. She should have trained him earlier, she thought, in the afterglow of her climaxes. She would have enjoyed her marriage a lot more. There was no turning back now, she happily thought. Maybe she would invite Nikki the sex shop lady over next Saturday. She had sent a feedback message to Bernie 54 describing her appreciation of his stories, also pointing out that her slave had ran away. She decided that she would stop by Nikki's shop during the week. Life was good! He thought looking at the ass cheeks of his wife as he was rimming her. He did not have to ask for anything, she had read his stories and had applied some of it to their new relationship. He wondered if she would enact all of the other scenarios.