****** Jacqueline by Callipygia ******
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Jacqueline


Jacqueline by Callipygia@hotmail.com

This sounds like the beginning of so many other stories, but as cliche as it
may sound, I met the most amazing woman through the internet about six months
ago. Her name is Jacqueline, and since then we've discovered many things
together. As beautiful as I would eventually discover she is, what made
Jacqueline really interesting to me is her mind. No, really! You see, I am
sexually submissive and have always dreamt of being a woman's slave, and she's
got a hell of a mean streak that comes out in her sexual fantasies.

She'd originally discovered this in her teens, when one time on a bet she made
her then boyfriend kiss her ass. She found that feeling of dominance and
superiority so erotic that she found that her attitudes toward men and sex were
forever changed. She had enjoyed sex up to that point, but infusing this new
sexual aspect made her ravenous for more. Her attempts to introduce these ideas
to her boyfriend did not go that well, and she eventually broke up with him in
frustration.

She'd had some success finding willing partners when she was in college, and
even experimented with some light "golden showers" with one guy. She
masturbated often over these few events, which basically amounted to her peeing
on the guy's leg in the shower, but she found herself hungering for a guy who
felt as strongly as she did (in a complementary way, of course). She once
bemused to me during one of our many on-line chats, "I found that most people
don't seem to share my enthusiasm to have them service me sexually, then be
pissed on!"

These frustrations eventually lead her to try to find someone "anonymously"
through the 'net. She quickly found that most guys on the web were just like
the guys she met in "real life"; to use her words, "shallow, fuck-oriented, and
selfish". Eventually she began to find sites that featured subject areas that
were close to what she wanted, but she quickly learned that she didn't want to
get into a classic dominatrix role. "Too much work!" she would type, "I like
being pampered without having to bitch for it! LOL!"

As luck would have it, I was in a chat room on the web that caters to
domination and submission themes when she "entered". Believe me, there's like a
1000 submissive guys for every dominant girl, so I felt incredibly lucky when
she picked me to chat with. I told her that it was my fantasy to adore and
worship a woman, with special emphasis on oral activities, and that I'd thought
of doing the nastiest and most degrading things for women. When she asked what
I meant by that, I suggested that we go "private". We discussed some of my
ideas in detail, and I was amazed at how we seemed to mesh together like two
adjacent pieces from the same puzzle.

Over the next few weeks, we spent hours each night chatting and getting to know
each other, and having cybersex. Eventually she offered to meet me in person.
She said it was because she liked my imagination, that I wasn't just a
"mindless groveler" as she called it.

Still, I admit I had mixed feelings at first about meeting someone specifically
under the context of being a slave. The phrase "be careful what you wish for;
your wish may be granted" kept going through my mind. I kept wondering if the
harshness of reality would spoil the perfect wonder of fantasy. I was also
frightened of the implications of actually doing for someone some of the things
we had discussed. They were incredibly degrading. While that turned me on in
fantasy, would the shame of it in real life be too much?

Because of the way we met and the things we had discussed, there was no masking
or sugar-coating the nature of our relationship, and I knew that if I agreed to
meet her, I would be admitting an inherent inferiority to her. I would be
volunteering myself to be used like trash, and there would be no turning back.
I would willingly subjecting myself to a dark side of human nature.

Nevertheless, my libido over-ruled my mind and I agreed.

I had plenty of time to think about my predicament since she lived in Seattle
and I in a suburb of LA. I was quite nervous when I drove to the airport to
pick her up. I kept waiting and watching as people piled off the ramp where her
flight was docked. I was looking for a woman who said she was 26 with red hair.

Jacqueline had been fairly reticent about the way she looks, so I assumed she
was not very attractive physically. I didn't care because her kinks matched
mine perfectly. As I waited, I realized I was ogling this stunning girl that
had just gotten off the plane. I felt oddly guilty as I fixated on her
beautiful auburn hair and tastefully made-up face, which exuded classic beauty.

I quickly looked away when this gorgeous woman noticed me staring at her, and
to my horror she began to approach me. I suddenly wanted Jacqueline to appear
immediately and was shuffling my feet apprehensively, when I heard a female
voice call my name.

"Mark?" she called, and when I turned to the voice I was shocked to find it was
the very girl I had been staring up and down before! As she approached, I got
to look at her face-to-face for the first time. I saw character and
intelligence in her sweet, almond-shaped green eyes.

"Jacqueline?" I answered, and we both laughed. She gave me a warm, if somewhat
polite hug. We went to go pick up her bags, and when she was looking the other
way I stole moments to continue to absorb the physical presence of this
glorious female person. She wore a white v-neck sweater with ribs that implied
ample, well-shaped breasts and, combined with her tweed skirt, seemed to
accentuate the soft pinch of her waist. Her physical condition could only come
from a perfect combination of genetics and exercise.

I was intimidated by how beautiful she was, and I was having trouble believing
this was the same person I'd spent so many hours logged into the internet with.
She seemed so sweet and nearly innocent looking that it was impossible for me
to imagine that this gorgeous creature ever had a nasty thought in her head. We
filled the time with light banter about her trip and the weather. I was amazed
at how relaxed I was quickly becoming with her, and I began to see glimpses of
the mind that had so attracted me in the first place. This made our initial
time together much more comfortable and enjoyable.

In the excitement of it all, I'd forgotten all about checking out my favorite
part of the female physique; her ass. While the rest of her body made her look
so angelic, one look at her ass gave an equally opposing impression, at least
to me. I don't know why, but a nice feminine ass beckons to me with nasty
power, full of capacity to force me to acts of deep depravity. I've always
loved this seeming paradox a woman embodies, between such wonderful beauty and
the dangerous puissance to reduce me to utter personal slavery.

The full, ripe curvature of her ass seemed incongruous on top of those trim,
athletic legs, and hinted at a dark crevasse that was full of evil adventure. I
felt a real light-headed tingle in my spine looking at her as she walked in
front of me into my apartment. Would I really kneel before this gorgeous woman,
kiss her ass, then let her piss on me as we had so richly detailed to each
other electronically? My knees felt weak.

As we talked that first afternoon, I marvelled at how "real" she was. One of
the things I loved most about Jacqueline was how three-dimensional she is, and
just as we had discovered in our on-line chats, we had much more to talk about
than just sexual kinks. She had a wonderful sense of humor, and we found
ourselves talking about a lot of things as the day progressed. Like me, she
seemed to not be entirely sure of what she was doing, so things unfolded slowly
for us.

As we grew more comfortable with each other however, our conversation would
digress further and further into sexual flirtation. Still, we rarely even
hinted at the context that had originally drawn us together. One time while we
were flirting, I finally told her that I was completely unprepared for how
beautiful she is. I asked her why she hadn't told me before. She told me that
she'd purposely avoided that on-line because first of all, who would believe
her anyway, and secondly she didn't want it to be a distraction from the main
topic of our conversations.

Teasingly, I asked her what that was, and she snapped back with a laugh, "You
kissing my ass of course!" I laughed with her, but inwardly I felt my face turn
red. She was so right! I was suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to do just
that. Before I knew what I was doing, I'd placed a hand on her leg and began
stroking it. She reached out and we began holding hands.

"I'd love nothing better right now" I said.

"I know," she said through a sigh and then she leaned forward and kissed me. As
I pulled her close I felt painfully aware of her breasts pressing against my
chest. Her lightly perfumed skin smelled intoxicating. Every sense tingled with
life in response to this delicious woman. I ran my hand down her back and over
her skirt. Her ass felt impossibly round and harder than I'd expected. When she
arched her back invitingly, I couldn't resist the urge to snake my hand down
into her skirt. I soon realized she was wearing a g-string. I remember thinking
vaguely that I wasn't surprised; that that matched the Jacqueline I had gotten
to know in cyberspace.

I slipped a finger into her underwear and felt this incredibly deep crack. I
remember being thrilled by how moist it felt, and I began to imagine how it
might smell. I was consumed with lust. I ducked under her arm and pulled her
ass around so that she was now facing down on my sofa. I scrambled behind her
and began showering her ass with kisses through her skirt. The expected aroma
was faint through the fabric and much more erotic than I had imagined!

She chuckled softly at my nearly involuntary display of subservience at her
backside, then reached down and flipped the back of her skirt up. The scent
grew immediately stronger, and I was totally enslaved. It seemed impossible
that someone could really look like that in real life, with such smooth skin
and perfect shape. That was the fodder of air-brushed magazine pictures.

Still, here she was "in the flesh"! When my lips finally connected with the
skin of her ass for the first time, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of
absolute gratitude. I wanted to be used by this sweet piece of feminine candy
in the worst possible way..

Jacqueline snaked a finger under the top of her g-string as I kissed the cheeks
of her ass and slowly pulled the string out of the crack of her ass. I watched
as the thin fabric appeared from the deep crevice, and strained to get my first
glimpse of her asshole. That dirty anal scent was accentuated by the steamy
heat that escaped with her underwear. I thought I would lose consciousness when
I noticed a faint tan-brown mark on the cloth near the bottom of the underwear.
I felt completely unable to control the feelings of worship that coursed
through my veins. I wanted to kiss the stained underwear, so I did.

She let out a happy sigh of satisfied arrogance as she suddenly let the
underwear go, and the thin piece of cotton slipped once again between her
cheeks. She announced, "I think that's enough for now." I tried to gulp down my
delirium in the face of my darkest fantasies coming to life, but could not.

"Please," I cried, "please just let me lick your asshole just once! Please!"

"Maybe later," she said smugly, "after you take me out for dinner!" She
squirmed out from under me, stood up and smoothed her sweater and skirt. She
licked her lips, and looked at me almost as though nothing had happened, but
her face was clearly flushed. I stood up, embarrassed both by my behavior and
the massive hard-on I had sprouted during my little display of ass-kissing.

She looked down at my crotch and laughed. "I think this is going to work out
pretty well, Mark!" she said with bemusement. "Do you know of a good restaurant
we can go to? I love Mexican." The smirk on her face was downright evil in its
beauty.!

I marvelled at how quickly the atmosphere of these events changed from casual
friendliness to subservience. I could hardly wait to get food into her, so we
promptly left. I don't like Mexican that much, but I would do anything for her
then. For the entire dinner, our conversation resumed the light tone it had
before, but she had me wrapped around her little pinky and she knew it.

After dinner, she insisted that I take her to the local mall. She said she was
in the mood for shopping. She drove me nuts with how long she took to try on
various clothes and jewelry. I was shocked when she decided she was going to
get all three outfits she had tried on, and all of the jewelry. I was thinking
she must be rich, then she asked for my credit card! She answered my look of
doubt with an almost imperceptible glance toward her own rear-end. I
immediately coughed up the card and she charged the whole thing - in excess of
$3000 - to me. It was worth it though, because then she finally said she wanted
to go home to my place.

When we finally got there, she waltzed into my bedroom, threw the bags on a
chair, and flopped lazily down on my bed. Face down naturally. The look on her
face as she looked back over her shoulder at me and arched her back was
priceless. I dove onto the bed behind her and snuck my head up under her skirt.
As I pressed my lips against her ass, I was greeted by a brief trumpeting fart.
Humiliation stung my face. As I listened to her laugh, my cock grew rock hard.

This time I pulled her g-string aside and pulled each of her cheeks apart
gently. The vestiges of the fart were still deep in there, and I was taken
aback by how much stronger they there. I took in the sight of her asshole for
the first time. The wrinkles around the hole were like deep furrows and mostly
a dark brown with some sporadic hair. I was quite pleased to see that she did
not appear to trim this hair in any way. The hole itself was the same pink that
you see inside a conch, and was partially open, maybe an 1/8" to a 1/4". This
sight made me think my head was going to explode!

I began stringing kisses together at the top of her anal cleavage, working my
way down. The dampness soon wet my lips, and I felt as though I were swimming
in the hot rank smell. And then in a moment that has been forever memorialized
in my mind, my lips touched the wrinkled orifice of her ass - her precious,
precious asshole - for the first time. I imagined what it must feel like to
have someone worship your body so much that where you shit is considered nearly
holy, and I admit the feeling of degradation that came over me was powerful.

The sheer nature of kissing someone's asshole that way, of becoming familiar
with each wrinkle, of becoming accustomed to her particular smell, of knowing
that my lips touched her asshole the way toilet paper does had it's effect. I
felt like a complete slave to her. She responded with supreme arrogance. She
was, after all, having her ass kissed. I could hear little chortles, and at one
point she placed her hand on the back of my head and forced my face into her
ass.

Then I pulled up her skirt, and looked up at her. "What's it feel like when I
do this for you?" I asked, caressing the cheeks of her ass and kissing the top
of the split of that exquisite ass again.

She looked over her shoulder at me with amusement. "You have no idea," she said
with just the hint of a smirk on her lips.

"C'mon!" I begged, and nudged my lips gently against her asshole again. I had
been purposely saving the moment when I would taste that asshole, but I was
very sorely tempted to begin lapping away at it, to begin licking off the
residue that left the stain I saw earlier.

"OK," she said, "try to imagine that you are the most important person on
earth. People fawn all over you and will do anything you ask, even if it's just
on your whim." She paused. "That's pretty much what it feels like when you do
that to me," she said and pointed to her ass.

"Good!" I said, "I want it that way!"

I knew it was more the way of what I was doing than the what. Surely she'd had
her ass kissed before. I made sure she knew that I considered the humiliation
of kissing her ass a rare privilege. I began to describe to her how her ass
feels as I rub my lips up and down the crack of her ass, and how wonderful it
was that she was a little dirty; how much I loved that smell. She laughed at
that and said, "I love the way you go out of your way to make me feel like my
own shit doesn't stink!"

I looked down at her ass, which was quite moist from her body heat. Her
fragrances were so strong. I held her ass cheeks apart with my hand and pressed
my nose into the crack. I sniffed very loudly and moved my nose down until the
tip pressed slightly into her asshole.

"See what I mean!?" she laughed. "You're my bitch, aren't you? I can do
anything I want to you! That amazes me!"

She was right too. The incredible femininity of her ass, combined with her
small waist and wonderful muscle tone made me lose all volition. The strong
combination of anal and sweat scents from her ass now covered my face, and
seemed to complete my enslavement to her. I reveled in the feeling of absolute
degradation as I wiped her ass with my face.

She said, "That's it wipe my asshole with your lips, bitch. You know that
feeling I was telling you about? Multiply it by a 1000 if I ever get to do some
of the other things we've talked about." She paused, and then continued with a
mix of enthusiasm and retrospection, "I'll be honest though; I could never
respect you if I did do them. Maybe we should just leave it at what we're doing
now," she laughed. "Actually, I'm not really sure I respect you now!" Then she
added quietly through a barely concealed smile, "Sorry!"

I believed she was serious, and on a certain level this revelation stung,
especially since I felt like I had fallen in love with her. Still it was also
exactly what I had wanted. I wanted her to feel disrespect for me even though I
loved her, because it made the humiliation of my situation so real.

"But you WOULD like to do those things anyway, am I right?" I asked
tentatively.

"God! Of COURSE I would! Who wouldn't?" she laughed derisively. "Doing that to
someone might feel better than anything I've ever done before! I know it's
mean, but I'm afraid it's true." She batted her eyes with mock innocence over
her shoulder at me and said, "You don't think less of a girl for that do ya?"

I looked down at her sweet asshole and couldn't stop myself from saying, "I
can't believe you shit with this thing!" I kissed her asshole tenderly and
softly, then began to nuzzle my nose against it.

"Mmmmmmm... Well, believe me, I do!" she laughed.

I was getting into a strongly subservient mood kissing her ass like that. It
was so humiliating and highly erotic at the same time. Then I felt her asshole
soften briefly and another brief squeak of gas leaked out. I heard her giggle.

"You like doing that, don't you?" I said, but she just laughed in response.

I felt my face redden, and then in spite of myself I kissed her asshole like it
was the love of my life. I couldn't shake the thought that I now knew what it
felt like to have someone fart in my face, even as I kissed her ass! My shame
seemed excruciating, and yet I felt like some inner demon had taken over and I
couldn't help myself. My cock had grown so hard, and I wanted nothing more than
to feel more of the bitter end of degradation from her.

"Please, please please may I have more!?" I begged, the sound of my near
whimpering humiliating me even further. She seemed a bit surprised herself at
the intensity of my tone, but then her face changed with the recognition of
just how deep her power over me had become. You could see that she was really
beginning to realize that she could do absolutely anything to me, and she was
clearly loving that fact.

"More what?" she teased, and subtly moved her hips slowly back and forth,
observing and soaking in the impact her perfect ass was having on me.

I kissed her asshole again briefly, and then surprised her by moving my mouth
down and kissing her pussy lips and clit. Her wetness spread over my lips, and
the erotic feminine scent of it intoxicated me. Meanwhile, there was a slight
lingering scent of her fart as I inhaled over her asshole. The cheeks of her
ass seemed immensely full, and swallowed my vision completely. I was getting
drunk on the scents of her body.

"May I smell more of your gas!" I finally blurted out from beneath her clit,
and began to open-mouth kiss her there. I began massaging the small stiff piece
of feminine sex with my lips and finally my tongue, sucking on the tiny shaft
and head, drawing it into my mouth, tasting her growing come and sniffing her
wonderful asshole!

"OK," she managed between deepening sighs and moans, "you asked for it! Smell
this!" And then she let a much longer fart go, the wetness of my saliva on her
asshole greatly accenting the sound of it into a very loud flatulence. The
first farts were silent and had only a faint gassy smell to them, but this fart
in all it's wetness proved to be quite strong, with a hint that all that
Mexican food promised more.

Quite involuntarily, I choked and gagged while struggling to continue to
service her in the way she deserved, sucking on her clit like a miniature cock.
There was something about the fact that I was trying so hard to pleasure her
while she inflicted this very personal humiliation on me that was particularly
stinging. The affect it had on me was to sink me even deeper into my strange
hunger for abuse at her hands. The worse she treated me, the worse I wanted it,
and the more I wanted to stroke her ego for her efforts, to make her feel like
she deserved to do what no person should have the right to do.

I also knew in my heart, that more subservient I behaved, the more I encouraged
her to let loose her own abusive fantasies with abandon, and that my fate was
sealed. I was going to perform the dirtiest tasks one human can be made to do
in service of another.

She immediately let another fart go that was even stronger than the last. The
source of its wetness was clearly NOT from just my saliva. I was learning
quickly and managed to suppress my own body's need to gag so that I could
continue to service hers. I sucked greedily on her beautiful body and relished
the building orgasm that I was bringing her to.

Suddenly, her hips bucked and shook as I hung on with my hands and my mouth,
trying desperately to keep that precious little female cock in my mouth. Come
flowed out of her in such copious quantities, I thought I might drown. After
the initial waves of her come began to subside, I moved my mouth up over her
pussy so that I could fill my face with as much of her come as possible. There
was enough to literally drink, but I held it in my mouth until I could swish my
tongue around in pungent fluid, and then swallowed it in one huge gulp.

"Oh GOD, that's so much fun!" she cried out. "How can you suck pussy so well?
How can you let a girl fart in your face like that?" She laughed derisively,
and I reacted by kissing her asshole some more. "I think we should have your
mouth surgically attached to my asshole!"

Finally, she began to relax as I continued kissing her ass. She stretched her
arms over her head and arched her backside into my face. "That's it..." she
purred, "kiss my ass. Kiss my ass. Kiss my ass. I love saying that to you!"

"I love hearing it" I offered, but my demons were not at all satisfied. In
addition, my cock felt like it was going to explode, since I had to keep it
under control that whole time. I just kept kissing her ass and her pussy,
happily worshipping her while she enjoyed her afterglow.

"I'll bet you do, asskisser!" she giggled. "You know what? I gotta pee pretty
badly." Her face took an almost evil, mischievous grin. "I'll make a deal with
you. If you lick my ass real good, I just might allow you to drink my piss."

Humiliation burned with excitement through my veins at her obscenely arrogant
proposition, and like a dam completely bursting, the demon inside me took
complete control. "I have a better idea. Let me lick your pussy some more. If
you come in my mouth again and let me drink more of that sweet honey, I'll let
you shit in my mouth and I'll eat it. I swear I'll really do it! And you can
piss on me anytime you want!"

This confession was especially poignant because in all the times that we'd
chatted on-line, we'd never discussed anything that extreme. Mostly the
humiliation culminated in things like her pissing on me while I licked her feet
or something like that. She couldn't stop a look of shock and surprise before
it crossed her face, but she quickly recovered and began to laugh hysterically.
"Let me get this straight: you want to suck me off for a second time, and in
return you'll let me use you like a toilet?!?" she cried through tears of
laughter. "OK! Sounds pretty fair to me!"

Her beautiful laughter rang like music in my ears as I began long sweeping
strokes of my tongue from her clit to her asshole. I paused every now and then
to bury my tongue or nose in her cunt or her ass, concentrating on the
alternating sweet and bitter tastes and smells I encountered. As time went on,
my tongue began to retrieve more and more shit residue from her ass, and I knew
that our deal was no idle threat. This beautiful wonderful goddess was going to
use my body as a repository for the waste of her sweet body.

I was not prepared for how bad the little excrement samples tasted and yet,
each putrid mouthful of residue further secured my fate. I was truly concerned
about being able to follow through with my end of the bargain, but I could not
possibly deny her. And she obviously wanted this to happen. She kept laughing
and making veiled references to my impending role beneath her. She seemed to be
nervously excited in her own right, and she kept giggling in spite of obviously
being very turned on.

After another quarter hour or so of varied licking, sucking, and kissing her
body, her ass, her pussy, and her clit, this sweet piece of feminine candy came
again. Her body produced only slightly less come, which I got to gulp down as
she orgasmed. I think her need to go to the bathroom forced her to rush a bit.

In spite of the obvious pleasure on her face, I felt a little bad for her, as I
imagined her bladder must feel like it might burst. It was a peculiar side-
effect of my subservience that my mind interpreted every circumstance in her
favor. My inferiority to her was now complete, and I now felt it was her God-
given right to piss on me at that point for selfishly making her come again
when she had to pee so badly. It may have been twisted thinking, but I really
believed that to the core of my soul at that point.

I told her to pee, and placed my mouth over her pussy, waiting. She pulled away
and said, "No, not yet."

She instructed me to lie down on my bed, face up. She stood over me, straddling
my face and looked down on me. The sight was indescribable. It was something
out of one of my fantasies only much, much better. Her pussy lips looked
slightly red and swollen from the considerable sucking they had gone through.
She looked down at me with an arrogance I had never seen before.

"Kiss my feet and beg me not to piss on you," she said. The arrogance had a
seriousness to it that made her quite intimidating.

I strained to turn my face to one side so that I could kiss her feet, licking
the arch, and said, "Please, my gorgeous female goddess, please don't piss on
me! Please spare me that degradation. Please show me some mercy. I have used my
mouth to service you diligently today, and though I deserve it, please spare me
that unique humiliation of having to taste your urine!" If the words sound like
the pleading of low-life scum, I must tell you they felt even worse to say. And
to be kissing her feet so pathetically throughout made the experience nearly
intolerable.

"Yes, you have used your mouth on me very well today. I haven't ever felt
anything better. No one has ever treated me better. Still, think of how much
fun! I might have watching you drink piss anyway?" she taunted, and then a hot
stream of piss escaped her pussy and showered down onto my face. The force of
the stinging flow was so powerful, that some penetrated into my eyes even
though I had squeezed them shut.

Still her ravenous ego had not had enough of my emotional pain, and when she
could see me crying she laughed again, saying, "Open your mouth and drink my
piss, you piece of shit!" Then she aimed her hot stream lower. Of course, being
a woman, her aim was not perfect, and the searing urine sprayed up into my nose
before I obeyed and opened my mouth for her to piss in.

I had never tasted hot piss before (except residually) and I was shocked and
disgusted by the caustic acid taste and the biting ammonia aftertaste. I drank
the rank fluid anyway, rendering my body's health and my dignity secondary to
the task of serving her cruel whims. I began to really believe I did deserve
it. That no matter how well I treated her, I deserved to have my existence
trampled in this nefarious way.

Just when I thought I could not humanly endure any more degradation, the urine
slowed and stopped. Even though it stung like hell, I opened my eyes and looked
up at my beautiful goddess, for whom I had abdicated all personal dignity. I
was genuinely frightened because I realized for the first time that as much as
my perverse mind had enjoyed this abuse, she had enjoyed it even more.

She was hyperventilating slightly and her face was flush with dark laughing
cruelty. She turned around, and my breath was taken away - as it always is - by
the sight of her gorgeous female ass. She knelt down, and that precious ass was
now almost in my face.

"It feels good to be pissed on, doesn't it?" she goaded, looking over her
shoulder at me. "Kiss my ass and tell me how grateful you feel that you got to
feel your eyes sting from my urine."

I showered the cheeks of her ass with furious kisses, as my several-hour old
hard-on strained forward still longer, and said, "Thank you for pissing on me!
I live for your piss and to feel pain for you."

"Pain?" she laughed. "Good! Now tell me what a worthless piece of shit you are.
Tell me how you are so low, you want to live in my shit for the rest of your
life."

In spite of myself, I couldn't stop stinging tears from forming in my eyes. The
words seemed too painful to say, and yet I was a slave to my inner demons and
most of all her.

"I..." I began, then choked slightly, "am a worthless piece of shit."

"Speak up!" she demanded.

"I am a worthless piece of shit, and I deserve to live in your shit and filth
and take any abuse you can dream up for the rest of my pathetic life. I deserve
to die in your shit!" The words escaped my mouth unchecked and without
volition. Tears of abject humiliation streamed out of my eyes.

Even she seemed to be taken aback - momentarily. Then the cruel gleam returned
to her eyes, and she said, "Maybe you'll choke while I'm shitting down your
throat, and you'll die with your face stuffed with my shit! Maybe someday, I'll
bestow that privilege on you... ...if you beg me enough!"

"Please let me eat your shit! Please let me eat your shit! Please shit on me!
Please let me swallow it! I deserve it! Please!" I begged like I was begging
for my life, without any semblance of control whatsoever. I was crying openly.

She reached around behind her and pulled one cheek to the side, exposing the
orifice I so richly worshipped. Then she smirked at me and said simply, "OK."

With that, she sat back onto my face and leaned nearly her whole weight on me.
My vision was lost in the deep crevice of her backside. The smell of her ass
crack, her come, and her urine provided a constant reminder of my role in her
life. I opened my mouth and was surprised at how far into my mouth her puckered
asshole extended. My tongue encountered those beloved wrinkles while still
pretty far into my mouth, then wiggled up into the widening orifice. I pushed
my tongue up and into her ass, and was greeted with soft putrid, bitter shit.
The time had come.

As I tasted a squirt of anal gas escaping into my mouth around my tongue, I
heard her saying, "I just want you to know that shit is filthy. It's very
unhealthy and dangerous. You could get very, very sick from this, and maybe
even die if not treated. I expect you to suck it down like it's chocolate ice
cream though, right? I want you to taste my filth knowing it may actually be a
death sentence."

She chuckled absently and began to shit. The soft putrid mass of filth squeezed
my tongue out and then filled my mouth. I quickly ran out of room in my mouth
and was forced to start eating shit. My body was screaming at me with urges to
vomit and gag, but my desire to serve remained stronger, and I swallowed down
the foul shit as quickly as I could.

I briefly thought about what she was saying, and contemplated the possibility
that I might die as a result of letting her shit down my throat, and even as I
write this, I am embarrassed by the fact that I wanted to die at that moment. I
wanted to give her that final indignity.

"Really think about how it feels to eat my shit..." She seemed to lose herself
for a moment. "Concentrate on the degradation as I let you lick my ass, and
then shit right in your mouth! Absorb the stench into your body! Imagine what
it will feel like when I look at you knowing that your mouth, your stomach,
your face, YOU are filled with my shit!

"For the rest of your life, you'll have to live with the fact that you consume
my waste. That you eat my shit. That you are not above letting me shit on you.
That your body is a receptacle for my droppings - that you are my personal
human toilet, my sewer! That while you worship me and honor me with the
ultimate expression of humiliation, I return your admiration with the worst
possible insult. I shit on you, and you eat it. I shit on you," she said
emphasizing the words.

I realized vaguely that she had started jerking off while relieving herself in
my mouth. I couldn't eat her shit fast enough, and my mouth was now crammed
full with shit. In addition, I hadn't breathed for at least a minute. Finally,
survival instincts took over and I frantically pulled her ass cheeks apart so
that a bare wisp of air could escape to my nose and pass to my lungs.

The stench was ungodly. Imagine how your shit smells when you take a dump. Now
imagine bringing the shit right up to your nose and taking a deep sniff. I
guarantee you the wetness of saliva and sweat only accentuates the intensity of
the stench of fresh shit. My tongue was literally buried in that; my mouth
chock-full of her shit. In some ways it was even worse to breathe!

Still, having satisfied the immediate survival need to breathe seemed to
rejuvenate my capacity for self-degradation, and I resumed consuming her shit
in mass quantities. Luckily, she had stopped shitting for the moment as her
fingers furiously busied themselves on her clit. My mouth was nearly empty of
shit when she screamed out in orgasmic pleasure again, forcing one more small
piece of shit into my mouth.

Even though it halved my air supply, I released one of her ass cheeks and
grabbed my now sore cock and began stroking it ravenously. As her final piece
of shit slaked down my throat, I began to blow sperm everywhere! To my shock, I
felt her mouth immediately clamp down on my throbbing cock as it spurted. She
was sucking on my cock furiously while I nearly blacked out from coming. I
never knew I could come so intensely or for so long, and I feverishly licked
her asshole clean until my spurting cock finally subsided.

We stay there in this variation of the "69" position for some time afterward. I
continued to lick her asshole clean, and use my tongue to pick the shit from
between my teeth, while she contentedly sucked on my cock like a lollipop.
Curiously, all humiliation seemed to seep away from the moment and I was
overcome with a flush of indescribable content and pleasure. The warmth of her
exquisite body felt like velvet heaven to me.

Even the stench of her shit seemed to disappear, although that was certainly
impossible. I made murmuring sounds as I kissed her asshole gently, and then
her pussy. Eventually she let my soft cock pop out of her mouth, and then -
sadly - she rolled off of me. She lay there next to me in a feet-to-head
position staring up at the ceiling for some time.

"How do you feel?" she asked with genuine concern, "Are you sick?"

I did feel a little queasy, but I told her no. I asked her how she felt, and
she said, "That felt incredibly rude." We lay quietly for a while longer, and
then she added, "but I loved it!"

Over the next several months, we spent hours and hours talking about it when we
weren't actually doing "scenes". We discovered that each of us had a little
Jekyll and Hyde in us, and that they seemed to interlock perfectly. It also
became clear, however, that when we were in a mood like that, that we were
dangerously capable of doing anything. I think that adds to the thrill.

She's my wife now, which makes it really weird watching her fuck other guys.
But that's one of the ways she likes to humiliate me. Of course, in some ways
at least, it's a little safer than some of the other things we do...