****** Zhara's Proposal by Elegant Death ******
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Zhara's Proposal


"Marry Me, Zhara."

The words rang in Zhara's mind, as she gazed out over the Seattle night
skyline. Zhara closed her eyes for a moment. A shiver ran down her spine. She
drew a breath into her lungs, feeling them fill with the crisp night air. As
she let the breath go, she felt it. The unmistakable sensation of the mass of
shit that had been residing in her bowels, since she awoke that morning.

Zhara took in another, more urgent breath. This time, she allowed herself a
tiny grunt, gently bearing down on her full bowels. She groaned, as she shifted
her weight in her seat. Although she could not actually feel it, she could
sense the mass of the enormous loaf of shit, as it nestled its way down along
the crack of her soft round ass, and into her diaper.

"Yes," she thought to herself. "Tonight is the night, and now is the time."
Again, Zhara took in a breath. This time, letting it out slowly. The force of
the expulsion of air from her lungs causing her to emit a sudden, unexpected
bubbling, "wet" fart. She blushed, brightly. Wondering if Brian, her lover, who
stood no more than 3 feet behind her, could smell the aroma.

Slowly, Zhara lowered her candy apple red hands down onto the metal of her
wheelchair wheels, now cold with the night air. With a deft spin, Zhara spun
herself around to face the man. Brian was indeed a beautiful man. If ever a man
was to be called "beautiful," Brian was certainly that man. At 30, Brian was a
successful, and quite wealthy manager of an online business. Thankfully, he was
also a very generous man, and had made several seven digit monetary
contributions to the medical rehabilitation center where Zhara had spent nearly
2 years.

At a mere fortnight away from her 30th birthday, Zhara herself was quite
successful, not to mention extremely wealthy. But, unlike Brian, Zhara had made
her money with her looks. Born of Royal blood, in India, Zhara moved to the
states to attend school, but quickly dropped out, when her roommate had
suggested that Zhara go into modelling. Zhara had loved modelling. It was her
life, despite her parents disapproval and later decision to disown her. But, it
was the accident that truly changed Zhara's life. For months, Zhara lay in a
hospital bed, in traction, recovering from the effects of a hit and run driver,
who was never caught.

Despite this, Zhara made the best of things. And, besides a pesky habit of
being unable to control her bowel movements, Zhara led an otherwise happy and
fulfilling life. She was still a model, and had even been chosen as a
spokesperson for the National Institute for Spinal Cord Research. Life was so
good, in fact, that she even began to appreciate the occasional "accident" now
and then. Though, if she was forced to confess to anyone, she would have to
admit that her "accidents" were not always unintentional. The fact of the
matter was, Zhara learned to appreciate, even love her shit. But, tonight was
different. Although Brian was aware, at least intellectually, of Zhara's
"personal hygiene needs," the couple had never actually discussed the issue.
This posed a problem, as the matter obviously needed to be discussed, if Zhara
was to accept Brian's proposal.

"You don't need to give me an answer tonight, Zhara. Think about it." Brian
said, snapping Zhara out of her thoughtful trance. Brian was in no rush. He
loved Zhara with all his being, and knew that Zhara was a woman that was
certainly worth waiting for.

Slowly, Zhara shook her head, to clear her thoughts. She knew the answer to
Brian's proposal right then, but she had to be sure of some things before she
accepted. "Come," Zhara said, matter of factly, in a strange, almost dominating
tone, which was only more emphasised by her deep exotic Indian accent. "Before
I answer you, there are a few things we need to discuss, Brian. Issues that I
have been avoiding. But they are issues that can no longer be ignored," Zhara
spoke, as she took Brian's hand and quietly led her lover into the back bedroom
of her penthouse apartment.

As the lovers made their way into Zhara's bedroom, Zhara rolled herself over to
the wall, and dimmed the lights. "Pour us a drink, Brian. You may need one
after I say what I have to say"

With this, Brian complied. Slowly making his way over to Zhara's personal mini-
bar, he took 2 glasses, and mixed then poured 2 vodka martini's. Behind him he
could hear Zhara fidgeting around, but could not see what she was doing. As he
turned around, Brian's eyes fell on an amazing sight. Zhara now lay in her bed,
lounging out to her full, nearly 6' height, topless. The white skirt she wore
made A stark contrast against the dark caramel of her soft Indian skin.

"Oh, Zhara..you look...beautiful," was all Brian could say, as he approached

Zhara and placed her drink on the bedside table.

"Good," Zhara replied, with an evil, almost sadistic smile. "Now tell me, how
much do you know of the world of Domination?," Zhara asked bluntly. Brian was
stunned. He stumbled, as his cock immediately jumped to attention inside his
black tuxedo pants. "Um...a bit...why? do you wish to be dominated, Zhara?," He
casually asked, as he covered a chuckle by taking a sip of his drink. He knew
the answer. It was HIM who was to be dominated, and Brian was not going to
argue.

Zhara chuckled "No, Brian...it is you who is to be dominated tonight. Now, be a
good slave and STRIP!," She barked loudly. At that, Brian began to undress. His
bowtie, tuxedo pants and jacket falling like a stone to the floor, followed
quickly by his underpants, and undershirt, and socks. Quickly he picked up the
pile of clothes, and folded them neatly over the back of a chair beside him,
then lowered himself back down to his knees. "Good. Now, crawl to me, so we may
discuss what I have to discuss...," Zhara continued, watching the young man
with amusement as she lit a cigarette and brought it to her painted lips.

Obediently, Brian fell to his knees, now nude, and crawled over to the woman on
his hands and knees. He could barely take a step as the throbbing of his
manhood was unbearable.

"No!," Zhara commanded, "on your knees...not all 4's. I wish to see your
arousal at all times. Keep your torso up straight. Hold your head up proud!
Now, Go back and approach me properly!"

"Yes, Mistress," the slave now whispered, making his way back to his pile of
clothes, turning and reapproaching on his knees. His full, modest 6 inch
erection standing at full attention. Brian closed his eyes, and waited. He did
not know what to think. For years, he had been dreaming of a time like this. A
time when he would give himself over completely to a woman. Brian had lied to
Zhara when he said he only knew "a bit" of the world of Domination. He had
served many Dommes in the past, Yet, Never had Brian fathomed the depth of his
desire to submit...until now. It was now, kneeling before the beautiful woman
before him, that he came to understand the full depth of his devotion to her.

"Excellent, Brian. Now, let me ask you something." Zhara spoke, as Brian sat
motionless, silent. His hands crossed behind his back, his legs spread wide to
reveal his arousal to Zhara. "Are you aware of how I...handle my personal
hygiene needs, slave?" Brian gulped a soft nervous gulp. His mind raced, trying
to find the words, as he simply stared at the white cottony softness of Zhara's
diaper. His brow broke into a sudden sweat, and he began to squirm, struggling
not to move a muscle, against the strong desire to wipe his brow.

"Um...I assume you Catheterise, Mistress...," Brian replied softly.

"Yes, I catheterise myself 3 times a day...to urinate. For now, that is not
important. But, tell me, are you aware of how I take a shit???" Zhara continued
her teasing, thoroughly enjoying the look of Brian as he knelt before her,
nude, fidgeting and sweating like a child preparing to be scolded.

Brian gulped again...his eyes locked on Zhara's skirted hips, under which he
noticed the slight bulge of Zhara's diaper. "No, Mistress...I apologize, I do
not know" Zhara nodded. "Normally, when I have the time, I do manual
extraction. I am sure you are aware that, since my accident, I have no control
over the muscles used to evacuate my bowels. But, tell me...do you know what a
manual extraction entails??"

Brian shifted again...his mind now spinning, swirling in a whirlwind of
thoughts and mental images. He was beginning to feel as if he was on some sort
of powerful drug. And indeed he was. He was stoned on his own arousal.
"you...dig it out, Mistress?," Brian replied weakly. He now realized what it
was that had him so deeply engrossed in his submission. The thing he had lacked
in the past, with his previous Dommes. They had not allowed him to partake in
their bathroom activities. An activity that, for reasons he could not explain,
he craved to be a part of.

Zhara laughed. "Hmmm...well, I would not have put it quite so vividly, but, yes
that is a sufficient description. Now, tell me...how does that make you feel,
knowing that I 'clean myself out'...shove my fingers up my ass and pull my shit
out with my fingers??"

Brian shiverred...the thoughts that ran through his mind now only served to
increase the strain he felt in his sex. "mmm...if it pleases you,
Mistress...allow me to clean you out?"

Zhara smiled, pleased at the slave's reaction. "Yes, slave...please. But, first
I must be cleaned. I have made a mess. Go into the bathroom. There you will
find a basin. Beside the basin, you shall find a bedpan, pair of latex gloves,
and a tube of KY jelly. Please, bring them back to me, and I shall allow you
the pleasure of cleaning me...and cleaning me out."

"Yes, Mistress." Brian replied softly. With a nod from Zhara, he crawled off to
the bathroom. As he entered the large tile floored room, he moaned, as he felt
the ache of the cold tile scraping his knees. Brian looked around for several
moments, finally realizing that the items must be in the closet under the sink.
He opened the closet door, and there were the items. He grabbed them quickly,
filled the basin with warm water and a splash of the special antibacterial hand
soap beside the sink, and prepared to return to his Mistress. Checking himself
in the full length mirror, he wiped his golden hair with his fingers, and
quickly strode back into the living room. Upon his return, Brian discovered
Zhara laying in the bed again. But now, she only wore the white cotton diaper,
that Brian had seen a peek of earlier.

"Good, I see you have found my equipment. Now, come, and remove this filthy
diaper."

Without a word, Brian quickly crawled over to Zhara. Placing the items on the
bed, he quickly leapt up onto the bed, and moved himself to kneel beside the
woman, as she spun around, onto her belly, and sank into a soft spot on the bed
sigh, "mmmm...," she sighed. She took several deep breaths, closing her eyes,
to relax herself. But it was futile. The desire was much too strong. It would
take Brian's probing fingers to relax her now. Slowly, Brian lowered his hands
down onto the white cotton of the diaper, and unfastened the tapes. Pulling
back the flap of diaper that covered Zhara's bottom, Brian moaned, as his eyes
drank in the sight of the large thick log of shit, which, at nearly 8 inches in
length, bore a striking resemblance to a Kilbasa sausage. Brian stared at the
loaf for several seconds, before curiosity got the best of him. "Mistress, may
I touch your shit??, He asked softly. "Yes, slave you may. and you may smell it
too, if you wish."

Gently, Brian reached out and touched the log, letting a bit of it's wetness
smear onto his finger. Carefully, he pulled the finger up to his nose, and took
a whiff. The smell was terrific...heady, with only the slightest bit of
pungency. He took in another, deeper breath, now as if drinking in the aroma of
fine wine.

"You like my shit, do you, slave?" The question snapped Brian out of his deep
trance. "Yes, Mistress, I do...it is beautiful. As are you, Mistress." Brian
replied. His reply pleased Zhara. "Good, then you shall not oppose to doing my
cleaning out with a bare hand? The truth of the matter is, I only use the
gloves in the event of an emergency, or when I am in a particular hurry. But,
normally, I do it bare handed. I too, love the feeling of my shit. But, I would
wager a guess that you like more than just the feeling of it? Perhaps the smell
of it, too? And, maybe, even the taste, IF I were to allow you to taste it?"

"mmmmm...yes, Mistress...please...might I taste your shit???" Brian pleaded,
his voice suddenly raising 2 octaves in his whimper.

"NO....not until you have cleaned me out!"

"Yes, Mistress." Brian replied, a tear nearly coming to his eye. He slowly
wiped the tiny stain of shit from his finger onto the back of the diaper, now
residing between Zhara's legs. Brian could see the engorged state of Zhara's
cunt, nestled between clean shaven lips. She was, without question, aroused. He
momentarily wondered how this was possible, considering she had no sensation
below her navel, yet this was not something he would question. All that matters
is that, somehow, some way, she is aroused by this," he thought, smiling to
himself. Again, Brian closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he reopened his
eyes, and reached into the log of shit, that lay between his Mistress's cheeks.
Slowly, he pinched the long snake of shit between his fingers, and lifted it.
dropping it slowly into the bedpan. Then, taking the warm washcloth from the
basin, he began to wipe his Mistress's ass.

Quickly, the white cloth became smeared, almost drenched in brown streaks.
Brian watched as he slowly caressed the cloth around Zhara's tiny brown shit
hole. Suddenly, the tiniest bud of another turd peeked itself out of Zhara's
bottom, like a turtle hesitantly poking its head out of its shell. Brian
couldn't resist. Tossing the washcloth aside, Brian quickly straddled his
Mistress's hips. His thick pulsing shaft nestling into the Y created by Zhara's
closed legs. The head of his cock just barely finding its way to the entrance
to her sex.

"mmmmmmmm...yessss," Zhara gasped, as a sudden shock of pleasure flowed through
her body. Her nipples hard and taut, her breasts pressed firmly into the now
sweat drenched sheets of her bed. She closed her eyes for a moment, and began
to bear down again, straining to open her legs to accept her lover's cock. But,
Zhara knew it was futile. She was at the mercy of her slave now. She must now
either wait, or command him to enter her.

"Excellent, slave. Now, clean me out!," She commanded loudly. Brian did not
have to be told twice. With a quick PUUUUSH, He thrust his index finger against
the tiny head of the emerging turd. Slowly, the turd gave way, and slid back
into Zhara's bowels. She groaned again. The sensations were incredibly intense.
She could never manage to reach deeply enough to stimulate her G-spot herself,
but Brian's fingers found the spot almost immediately.

Thankfully, Zhara's body had adjusted to her complete lack of vaginal
sensation, and now allowed her to attain full sexual arousal from mere rectal
penetration. A phenomenon she could not explain, yet one she fully appreciated
now. Brian's finger slowly began to probe...working itself deeper, one knuckle
at a time. He slowly turned the finger, searching, exploring the soft walls of
Zhara's bowel cavity. "I hope I am not hurting you, Mistress??," Brian asked
hesitantly, as he watched his Mistress begin to writhe beneath him.

"No, slave...you are doing quite well...you will not hurt me, I'm sure. I have
had as many as 4 of my own fingers inside my own bowels, and not felt any
adverse effects. I have tried all 5, in an attempt to fist myself, but I could
not reach. Please, do continue."

"Yes, Mistress," Brian replied, as he slowly withdrew his finger, and gently
added a second. Knowing now that this is what she desired. Carefully, he let
the second finger slide into her rectum, ever so gently parting as he worked
them deeper, allowing her bowels to stretch wider. slowly
working...in...out...in...out...Brian thrust his fingers, fucking Zhara's full
bowels with a fervent rhythm. Quickly, Brian reached down, and parted his
Mistress's thighs, and with a quick PUSH, allowed his cock to enter her sex.

"OOOOhhhhhh...Yes, slave...fuck your Mistress! Fuck me...fuck my cunt AND my
ass!"

Yes, Mistress....as you wish Mistress!!" Brian screamed out obediently as he
pumped into her, alternating his thrusts with his fingers and his cock. Ever so
slowly, he worked his fingers in, deeper and deeper with each thrust, slowly
adding another finger, until, finally, after a full hour had passed, Brian felt
his wrist slipping past the second, deeper ring of muscles that engulfed his
hand.

"OOOOOOOHHHH, GOD, YES, SLAVE, YES!! CLEAN ME OUT...CLEAN ME! FUCK ME!!"

Part 2.

The next morning, Brian awoke, his face nestled between his Mistress's legs, as
they clasped tightly around his neck. As he gathered his thoughts, he began to
sense the dried, crusted feeling of his parched lips. Slowly, Brian slid his
tongue out, to lick his lips. As he did so, he could taste the sweet, putrid
taste of Zhara's shit, from the night before.

Slowly, he slid out from between Zhara's legs, and rolled over. This made Zhara
stir, and she slowly came to.

"Mmmm...Brian, my love...my slave...you were wonderful last night. Now, I
believe you had a question you wished to ask me?

Brian smiled, as he quickly fell to the floor, at his Mistress's bedside.

"Yes, Mistress...if you will allow me to get the ring?" Zhara nodded. Brian
quickly scurried, on his knees, over to where his clothes still lay in a pile
on the chair from the night before. He reached into the coat pocket of his
tuxedo and pulled out a small black velvet jewellery box. Holding the box in
his teeth, Brian crawled his way back to where Zhara now sat in bed, fully
covered from her shoulders to her knees in shit.

"Mistress Zhara, Will you marry me?" Brian asked, as he opened the small
jewellery box, to reveal a large fully 5 karat diamond ring. "Slave, if you are
able to do every night what you did with me last night, it will be my pleasure
to marry you...Yes, Brian, I will marry you"

THE END

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